Carrying the urn to do a paternity test is simply the biggest joke in the world.

I can already imagine the staff's speechless expression.

I heard that after my daughter was kicked out of the testing center, she went to see a lawyer, sought legal advice, went to court, and threatened to sue me.

During the time my daughter was running around, I sold the house where the three of us used to live and turned it into cash savings.

Except for the house worth fifteen million that will be demolished in the future from Zheng Kang's inheritance, I also sold everything else.

Looking at the long string of zeros on my bank card, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After working hard for two lifetimes, this is what I deserve.

After finishing everything, I immediately went abroad, partly for vacation and partly for a health check-up.

Fortunately, the cancer that killed me in my previous life is still in its early stages, and it can be cured with a simple surgery.

The doctor said my health is good, and I have plenty of time to enjoy life.

I completely relaxed, savoring the beauty of life.

Having money, a healthy body, a deceased spouse, and no children to tie me down.

Who could be happier than me!

Lying on the beach wearing sunglasses, leisurely savoring red wine, a call came in.

I answered.

Before I could speak, the other end was already in tears.

"Mom, where are you? I really don't know what I did wrong, why are you treating me like this! I have no job now, nowhere to live, and a pile of credit card debts. Can you help me?"

The last sentence, "Can you help me," reminded me of the last conversation I had with my daughter in my previous life. I said the same thing to her, only to be ruthlessly hung up on and blacklisted.

"No."

I coldly refused.

My daughter, furious and embarrassed, shouted on the phone:

"Fine! Who will collect your body when you die! When you die, all that money will be mine!"

I couldn't be bothered to listen to her rant, so I threw my phone into the sea.

Having money means being willful.

It doesn't matter who collects my body when I die, because it won't be me who's afraid at that time.

I still have many years of freedom ahead of me, and it's okay to suffer a bit after death.

But I forgot to tell her that I have already written a will. After I die, all my property will be donated, and she won't get a penny.

Of course, that's a story for another time.

Let her slowly discover this surprise.

I'll just enjoy this extravagant life.

(The End)