After I Cut Ties with My Family, They Still Knelt and Begged Me - Chapter 5:

Chapter 5: The Initial Capital to Move the World!

An orphan, living at Cixiang Orphanage, taken away by his family two years ago, malnourished, abused long-term by his family, and beaten into the ICU half a year ago.

Wasn’t that… the very Chen Zimo they had just thrown out?

The entire family froze.

“Chen Zimo? Could this… be your fate?”

Chen Tinghao frowned, weighing the pros and cons.

To be honest, he hesitated. He felt a trace of reluctance.

Chen Zimo was still his son. If it were someone else’s child, as long as enough money was offered, would they refuse to donate a kidney?

In this world, aside from time, there was nothing money could not buy.

Both were his sons. If he had to choose, he would choose Chen Zixuan. But Chen Zimo was still his biological son.

It was just that Chen Zixuan was more outstanding, more capable. The one to inherit the Chen family in the future should naturally be the more excellent Chen Zixuan. Chen Tinghao firmly believed that if Zixuan inherited the Chen family, he would surely carry the Chen Group to greater heights.

“It’s only a kidney. Zixuan can grow up strong and inherit the Chen family. As for Chen Zimo… at worst, after the transplant, I’ll treat him better. I won’t beat or scold him anymore. I’ll give him more money and let him live freely as a rich second-generation heir. Wouldn’t that be fine?”

At that thought, a decisive glint flashed through Chen Tinghao’s eyes.

The Patriarch of the Chen family had just so easily decided the fates of his two sons.

But he had personally driven Chen Zimo out moments ago.

If he immediately brought him back now, would Chen Zimo still be willing to donate his kidney to Chen Zixuan?

Chen Tinghao felt deeply annoyed.

“I was too impulsive. Why didn’t I hold back a little longer? If I had just endured a bit more, Zixuan would have been saved!”

Not only Chen Tinghao fell silent. The entire family remained quiet. It was so silent one could hear a pin drop.

Lin Jiangxue was also conflicted. After all, he was her son. Although because of that incident she had long regarded Chen Zimo as her jinx, and although she had driven him out in anger, truly asking her biological son to donate a kidney to the adopted son made her hesitate.

At that moment, Chen Zixuan’s eyes filled with tears as he said, “I don’t want Brother’s kidney. I don’t want Brother’s kidney!”

“Although he cheated on exams, pushed me down the stairs and broke the law, often damaged things at home, and even took items from the house to sell, he’s still my brother. Even though I’m adopted, I’ve always treated Brother Zimo as my real brother. How could I, as the younger brother, take his kidney?”

“Mom, please bring Brother back. It’s already dark. Forgive his mistakes. Brother is alone outside. It’s dangerous.”

He sobbed.

Yet inside his heart he screamed, Damn it. Why didn’t this call come earlier? If I had known, I wouldn’t have rushed to drive that bastard Chen Zimo away.

For the past two years, he had tried every method to force Chen Zimo out.

Chen Zimo had proven unbelievably resilient. Beatings, insults, schemes. He endured everything.

Now that he had finally succeeded in driving him away, they were about to bring him back?

No. Only I can inherit the Chen family. Chen Zimo is destined to donate his kidney to me.

I need a plan. Bring him back first. Nourish his body. Make him willingly donate his kidney. Then drive him out again.

The Chen family is mine. Chen Tinghao owes my mother and me this.

Hearing Chen Zixuan speak, Third Sister Chen Qingya stepped forward and patted his head, her face full of tenderness. “Zixuan is so obedient. Even at a time like this, he’s thinking about that country bumpkin Chen Zimo. If Chen Zimo had any conscience at all, he should donate his kidney to Zixuan.”

“Zixuan, don’t worry. I, Chen Qingya, have only one younger brother. And that’s you.”

Fourth Sister Chen Shuting frowned as well. “Third Sister is right. Zixuan is outstanding. He’s the future of the Chen family. As for Chen Zimo, the Chen family raised him. He should contribute more to the family’s future.”

Just like that, everyone ignored Chen Zimo’s own wishes.

They did not mention his malnutrition, the abuse, or the ICU incident at all, as if those were trivial matters.

After all, the Chen family gave birth to him and raised him. What was wrong with sacrificing a little for the family’s future?

In the end, after discussion, they decided to immediately bring Chen Zimo back and give his kidney to Zixuan. After all, donating one kidney wouldn’t kill him. They weren’t planning to take both.

Meanwhile, Chen Zimo dragged his exhausted body out of the villa complex.

The wealthy villa district was located halfway up a mountain, remote and impossible to hail a taxi.

He could only rely on his own two legs to slowly walk downhill.

But he felt his head growing heavier and his body less responsive. He quickly found a flat patch of grass to rest.

“No. This is from long-term malnutrition, skipping lunch and dinner, and continuous blood loss from my head causing insufficient blood supply. I need to save myself quickly.”

“And soon, the Chen family will receive news about the kidney match.”

“In my previous life, Chen Zixuan gained the Qingbei special admission spot and the chance for a kidney transplant. That made Chen Tinghao, that so-called loving father, overjoyed. He even took the entire family on a trip.”

At that thought, Chen Zimo quickly took out his old mobile phone to call for help.

But looking at the phone, broken into several pieces, he suddenly remembered that in his previous life he had been locked in his room. His phone was broken, and he couldn’t contact the outside world. The villa’s soundproofing was excellent. He had nearly died.

He removed the SIM card, casually threw the broken phone by the roadside, and slowly stood up to continue downhill.

“I can’t stop. I must reach the bottom of the mountain. Only then can I save myself.”

Clenching his teeth, he continued walking.

A journey that should have taken ten minutes took him half an hour to reach the foot of the mountain.

He found a stone stool and collapsed onto it, breathing heavily to ease his dizziness.

After recovering a little, he searched his pockets.

38 yuan.

The young master of a wealthy family worth tens of billions of yuan had only 38 yuan in his pocket.

Chen Zimo felt a headache coming on. His mind was filled with secrets of wealth. Any one of them could be a project worth tens of billions of yuan. Yet here he was, troubled because he couldn’t afford medical treatment.

There was no choice. In this provincial capital city, 38 yuan wasn’t enough even for the cheapest hotel.

“I was truly pathetic.”

At noon today, he had spent the 1,000 yuan he earned from part-time work this month to buy Third Sister Chen Qingya a birthday gift. Because he was pressed for time, he didn’t even eat lunch.

Then after being reborn, he was beaten and scolded. He hadn’t eaten dinner either.

Thinking of Chen Qingya’s ugly expression just now, it was exactly the same in his previous life. Yet three days later he had shamelessly brought her a gift again, only for her to sneer at its cheapness and throw it into the trash.

In his previous life, Chen Zimo had done everything to please the Chen family.

But in their eyes, a gift worth 1,000 yuan was no different from one worth 3 yuan. Because it came from Chen Zimo, it was nothing but laughable garbage.

“No. Even with only 38 yuan, even if it’s not enough for medical treatment, I must save myself.”

He lifted his head and looked around.

Suddenly, a storefront sign caught his attention.

“Welfare Lottery.”

His pupils slowly unfocused, as if searching through distant memories.

Then his pupils contracted sharply.

With his photographic memory, Chen Zimo finally pulled the answer from deep within his recollections.

In his previous life, tomorrow, after he fainted, a servant found him and sent him to the hospital.

Later, he was awakened by noise in the ward. Only when the doctor made rounds did it quiet down.

The old man in the bed next to him was a lottery enthusiast. Every draw he spent 2 yuan to buy one ticket.

This time, he had won second prize.

One ticket worth 200,000 yuan.

Chen Zimo remembered the lottery numbers clearly. The drawing would take place tonight.

He gritted his teeth, took 20 yuan from the 38 yuan, and walked into the lottery shop to buy ten tickets with that number.

He carefully tucked the ten tickets close to his body.

This was the initial capital he would use to move the world.

Next, Chen Zimo spent 5 yuan to buy iodine and cotton swabs and casually disinfected his wound.

Feeling slightly better, he spent another 7 yuan on a plate of fried noodles.

He bought a bottle of water, leaving 5 yuan, just enough to buy a portion of steamed rice noodles tomorrow morning.

Chewing the fried noodles in large bites, he walked toward the plaza about 100 meters away.

“It seems I’ll have to make do on a bench in the plaza tonight. Tomorrow morning, once I collect the prize money, I’ll have cash.”