I received fifty billion dollars for helping a stray dog. If I could spend all this money, my liver cancer would be cured without medication. I looked at the balance on my phone and wiped away my tears fiercely. At least I could spend lavishly before I die, that’s worth something! The day I was diagnosed with liver cancer was Christmas. Christmas carols played in the streets, creating a joyful atmosphere. I walked down the street in a daze, holding my test results. The words “late-stage liver cancer” stood out starkly on my medical record. The doctor’s words still echoed in my ears. “If there’s anything you want to do, do it soon.” “Treatment won’t do much for you now, you’ve only got a few months left.” I had sensed something was wrong with my body for a while, so the results didn’t surprise me. It was more of an “Ah, so that’s it” feeling. Maybe it was the long-term overwork. Maybe it was the frequent business dinners and drinking. Maybe it was the aftermath of malnutrition during my teenage years. My phone screen lit up. My boyfriend Lucas sent a message. [Babe, I have to work overtime today, so I can’t spend Christmas with you.] I looked at the embracing couple not far away. So this was his overtime? In the face of life and death, even being cheated on didn’t seem to matter much anymore. But he shouldn’t have brought his sword-selling to my doorstep! I walked up and pulled apart the two who were kissing passionately. I slapped Lucas hard across the face. “Overtime?” He was stunned by the slap. He turned to see my hand still raised and was about to explode in anger. I slapped him again on his right cheek. “Is this what you call overtime? Making out with a girl?” I had initially fallen for Lucas’s face – gentle, refined, and elegant. Although he looked like a weakling with a bunch of issues, I couldn’t help but like him. So I played the innocent rabbit for three years. Who knew he’d turn out to be such a jerk! I still felt unsatisfied, so I slapped him again. This time he was thoroughly agitated, panting heavily and clenching his fists as he rushed towards me. I kicked him in the chest. He staggered back two steps and shouted, “Aria Anderson, are you fucking crazy?” I laughed coldly, “Yeah, crazy sick. Dying, in fact.” I kicked him again, knocking him to the ground. Lucas gasped in pain, unable to form coherent words. I stepped on him, grinding my foot, then turned to look at the people around us. A crowd was gathering, some taking out their phones to record. “I’m dealing with a cheating scumbag. Does anyone want to beg for mercy for him, or take a beating in his place?” As soon as I finished speaking, the crowd dispersed quickly. Soon, only the pale-faced young girl was left. She looked young, probably just out of college. “How long have you been dating?” The girl answered softly, “Less than six months.” “Did you know he had a girlfriend?” The girl nodded, “I know now.” “Are you still planning to continue with him?” The girl shook her head frantically, “No, no, I’m breaking up with him! Right now!” I nodded in satisfaction, “Then why aren’t you leaving?” “I’m going, I’m going. I wish you both—” I impatiently cut her off, “Don’t bother with wishes, I don’t have a habit of recycling scumbags.” After she left, I grabbed Lucas by the collar and threw him against the railing. I was naturally strong and had learned martial arts for a few years, so dealing with Lucas was a piece of cake. “Now, let’s talk about us.” “We’ve been dating for three years. How much money have I spent on you?” Lucas, with his face swollen like a pig’s head, no longer looking refined or elegant. “Thirty thousand, no, no, fifty thousand.” “Are you sure?” “And, and the thirty thousand I borrowed from you, a total of eighty thousand.” “No interest?” Lucas quickly changed his tune, “A hundred thousand! A total of hundred thousand!” I stuffed the medical record into my coat pocket, “Pay it back then. Cash or bank transfer?” “Tr-transfer,” he stuttered. I coldly watched him, “Don’t forget to add a note.” Lucas’s body trembled, and he immediately added a note and shakily entered the password to transfer the money. My phone vibrated once, a hundred thousand credited, with the note “repayment”. As I was leaving, I kindly asked him. “Do you want me to call the police for you?” Lucas trembled like a sieve, completely cowed. “No need, I just fell by accident, I didn’t see you today!” I felt somewhat empty, “Alright then.” “I quite liked those hands of yours, it would be a shame if they got broken for not behaving.” “Okay, get lost now.” Lucas stumbled to his feet and ran away pathetically. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my body, making me almost unable to stand straight. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I crouched down, hugging my knees. It took a while for the pain to subside. I slowly walked back, receiving a call from my mom on the way. “Aria, you haven’t sent this month’s money yet.” My heart sank to the bottom. I suddenly realized how worthless my years of contributions to the family had been. I was dying. Yet my family only cared about why I hadn’t sent money this month. These were the family members I had been thinking of leaving my inheritance to! “What, isn’t five thousand dollars a month enough for you and dad to spend?” “It’s enough, but your brother just graduated, he needs to rent a place and pay car loans, he’s short on cash.” I coldly replied, “So he’s short on cash and comes to me for money, am I an ATM?” “Am I his father or mother? Since when does an older sister have to support her adult brother?” My mom’s voice suddenly rose. “Aria Anderson, how dare you talk like that, don’t you remember your brother saved you when you fell into the river as a child!” Saved me? Alex was two years younger than me but much stronger due to better nutrition. Just because I refused to let him ride on my back, he pushed me into the river from the bank. Sophia actually knew about this. But for her son’s benefit, she always used this to guilt-trip me, treating me like a fool. Out of familial affection, I never spoke up about it. But now, there was no need to hold back anymore. I interrupted her, “Do you think I don’t remember because I was too young?” “Why don’t you ask Uncle Wang who actually saved me?” Sophia fell silent. She was about to start yelling as usual, but I didn’t give her the chance. “I have bank records of all the money I’ve sent you every month, as well as the down payment and mortgage for the house.” “Not only have I paid back the cost of raising me, but I’ve also covered your living expenses until you’re both eighty.” “If you’re not thinking straight and still want to make a fuss, I’ll beat your precious son to death!” “See who cares then!” Sophia’s vicious curses immediately erupted. I promptly hung up the phone and blocked all contact information for their entire family. My heart was completely calm. The past grievances and resentment seemed trivial in the face of death. In the last few months of my life, I just wanted to be good to myself. As I passed through a small alley, a rustling sound came from behind. In the dim light, a burly man with a scruffy beard stood there, holding a knife. Despite his efforts to control it, his hand was shaking. A novice? Me: “Robbery?” The man: “Yes, ah, you’re not scared—” I interrupted him, “Is five thousand enough? Give me your phone number, I’ll transfer it to you.” I’d rather give this five thousand to this robber than let Sophia have it! The man was a bit dazed. I pried open his hand, took out his phone from his pocket, pulled up the QR code, and transferred him five thousand. The man still hadn’t come to his senses. I frowned, “Is five thousand not enough? Any more would be impolite.” “You, why are you so cooperative?” To be honest, the man looked a bit silly, hunching like a big bear. I took out my medical record and showed him, “See this? Late-stage liver cancer, I’m beyond saving.” The man’s face paled, and tears suddenly streamed down his face. He wiped his tears messily and transferred the money back to me. Then he emptied all his pockets, taking out a handful of cash and stuffing it into my hands. “I’m so sorry, sis. My grandpa has cancer too, I really had no choice.” “Listen to me, sis, get good treatment, there’s always hope!” With that, he left, wiping his tears. I clutched the crumpled bills in my hand, my eyes moistening. Even a stranger could be so kind, yet my own blood relatives were so cold. Near the garbage bins at the entrance of my apartment complex, I found a stray dog with dirty fur. I felt a pang of compassion. I took off my down jacket, wrapped the stray dog in it, and went to a nearby pet hospital. Fortunately, we arrived in time to save its life. On the way home with the dog, I felt someone following me. Another robber? I turned around. It was a middle-aged man with graying hair, looking tired and travel-worn. His eyes were fixed on the puppy in my arms, a mix of heartache, sadness, and a bit of relief. This person seemed strange. “Young lady, can you give me back my grandson?” I held the puppy tighter, “How can you prove it?” The middle-aged man made a strange gurgling sound in his throat, unlike any sound a human could make. The next second, the weak puppy perked up a bit. It opened its eyes and gently pawed towards the middle-aged man. The man took it and patted its head. “Young lady, let me give you some money for your trouble.” I waved my hand in refusal, “No need, I’m dying soon, money is useless to me.” Hearing this, the man’s eyes instantly changed color. His black eyes turned green, and he looked me up and down, making my hair stand on end. The middle-aged man: “Good deeds are rewarded. You saved my grandson, our entire clan will be grateful to you.” “If you spend all this money within three months, your illness will be cured.” Me: ? My phone vibrated once, and when I checked, a new bank card was linked to my account. I counted the zeros, 5 billion? When I looked up again, the middle-aged man and the puppy who were just in front of me had disappeared. Something heavy dropped into my pocket, I reached in and felt a bank card. Is this real? I tried clearing out my shopping cart, and the interface showed payment successful, waiting for merchant shipment. That middle-aged man wasn’t lying to me! I hailed a taxi and went straight to the city center. Even if the cancer doesn’t get better in the end, it’s worth it to spend lavishly before I die! In the Gucci store. My face was as pale as a ghost, and my clothes were smeared with dirt from holding the puppy. The sales assistant was a young girl with a fresh face, speaking timidly, probably a new employee. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been sent to serve me. She was nice though, seeing I wasn’t wearing a coat, she even poured me a cup of hot water to warm my hands. I pointed at two coats and asked her to ring them up. “Miss, don’t you want to try them on?” I shook my head, “Just bill them directly.” After the payment was completed, I took out my phone and checked, the balance on the new bank card had changed. At the same time, a small progress bar appeared on my phone’s desktop. It read 99.98%. I called over the sales assistant who had been looking down on me since I entered, her attitude disdainful. “Excuse me, can I…” She directly rolled her eyes, her tone contemptuous. “We don’t accept returns once items are sold—” I rudely interrupted her, “Can you move aside? You’re blocking my view.” Then I waved over the new employee, little Chen. “Come here, young lady.” “What can I do for you, miss?” “See those three rows of bags? The second one in the first row, the first one in the second row, and the fourth one in the third row.” Chen scurried over to get those bags, “Shall I wrap them up for you?” “No.” The onlooking sales assistant was about to say something. I continued, “Except for these three, wrap up all the others that can be packaged, and put them all on your bill.” Chen was stunned for a moment, then her face lit up with joy as she repeatedly agreed. Except for the items that needed to be specially ordered and a few I really didn’t like, I almost emptied the entire store. The manager smiled broadly as she saw me out, promising to deliver the goods to my home tomorrow. I put on my new coat, and unwrapped the sunglasses and handbag. Just as I was about to leave, I caught sight of that disdainful, arrogant sales assistant out of the corner of my eye.
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