Chapter 17 — Being Slagged by My Mother-in-Law in the Crowd, I Turned to Sell the House

There was a subtle hint of excitement in his voice. It's the kind of excitement only top lawyers have when faced with a challenging case.

“It's not completely impossible.”

“Let me think.”

“I need some time…”

“To build a perfect, legal trap that he can't refuse.”

Lawyer Truong's call came at dusk three days later. At that time, I was walking with my parents on the homestay's private beach. Gentle sea breeze. The afternoon light dyed the sky a brilliant red-orange color. Mom picked up a beautiful seashell and happily showed it to me like a child. Dad stood next to him, clumsily using his phone to record that warm moment. Years of peace. The current situation is peaceful. These eight words... Are happiness that I never dared to dream of before. The phone bell rang. I went aside and picked up the phone.

“General Manager Wen.”

Attorney Truong's voice was still calm and effective as usual.

“The plan has begun.”

He told me that in just twenty-four hours, his team mobilized global resources to find the most suitable source of liver for Giang Ha. The donor was a European businessman who died unexpectedly in a Southeast Asian country. All procedures are complete. Completely legal. At the same time, they also contacted a leading private hospital in Switzerland, which possesses the highest liver transplant technology in the world. All medical-related preparations are ready.

“Legally…”

Lawyer Truong's voice carried the calmness of a chess player before taking down the last piece.

“We contacted Ecuador — a small country in South America.”

“This country has a special investment immigration policy, allowing foreign citizens to quickly receive new citizenship after giving up their old citizenship through special procedures.”

“All legal documents and agreements that need him to sign have been completely prepared.”

“Furthermore, it undergoes cross-checking from a team of lawyers from three countries to ensure there are absolutely no legal loopholes.”

I listened quietly. It is impossible not to admit... Entrusting the matter to a professional to handle it properly is the most effective choice. Lawyer Truong is like a surgeon with chilling precision. Bit by bit cutting out the last toxic tumor in my life.

“Now only the final step remains.”

“Someone needs to go to Giang Ha to give him this 'invitation to life'.”

“That person, I have already arranged it.”

I didn't ask who that person was. Also don't care about the process. I just need results. I only answered with one word. After hanging up, I returned to my parents. The smile on his face was still as gentle as before. It was as if the last call was just discussing the homestay's breakfast menu tomorrow. But right now... In a city thousands of kilometers away. Under the overpass. Giang Ha was huddled in a torn, stinking cotton blanket, her consciousness alternating between waking and falling asleep. The intense pain in his liver felt like countless insects were gnawing on his internal organs. He hasn't eaten anything for many days. Even the homeless people around him were disgusted and avoided him. His body... began to exude a rotting smell that belonged to death. Just when Giang Ha thought he would silently rot then died under this bridge... A pair of shiny black leather shoes, clean without any dust, stopped in front of him. He struggled to raise his cloudy eyes. From the straight trouser leg, look gradually upward. A strange young man. That person wore gold-rimmed glasses and had an elegant and polite temperament. But his eyes... Cold as ice. He looked down at Giang Ha from above. It's like looking at a pile of trash that no longer has any value.

“Mr. Giang Ha?”

The man's voice carried no emotion. Giang Ha opened her mouth. In his throat, only a hoarse sound came out like a torn bellows. Seemingly disgusted with the atmosphere here, the man took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently covered his nose and mouth. Then he squatted down and threw a yellow paper file bag in front of Giang Ha.

“My master, Miss Wen Qing, give you a chance to live.”

“Inside this…”

“It's a ticket to keep living.”

"It's also a contract to sell yourself to the other half of your life."

“You will get the best treatment in the world, a healthy liver, and enough money to start a new life abroad.”

“Don't sign…”

“So just lie here, slowly suffering and waiting to die.”

“You have ten minutes to think.”

Having finished speaking, the man stood up. Don't bother looking at Giang Ha again. Just bowed his head and glanced at the expensive Patek Philippe watch on his wrist. Start timing. Giang Ha's mind was almost no longer able to think. He only heard four words.

“A chance to live.”

He used the last bit of strength he had left and tremblingly tore open the file bag. Inside is a thick stack of documents. Medical reports are all in English. He doesn't understand. Immigration application in Spanish.