Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 555 - 554: Science in Metaphysics

Chapter 555: Chapter 554: Science in Metaphysics

Malek was not an honest man; as long as the price was right, he dared to do anything.

The phrase he most often had on his lips was: Better to live freely for one year than to suffer poverty for a lifetime.

But he did have a soft spot—not his wife, but his only daughter, Riya, who was born when he turned forty.

Perhaps he had done too many wrongs; Riya had always been weak, needing medication as soon as she could drink water. To treat his daughter’s illness, Malek’s bribery amount grew higher and higher.

If there was anyone who could influence Malek’s mind, it would only be Riya in this world.

Today, Riya fell ill again. At the school’s sports meet, she suddenly fainted.

The sports meet was buzzing with noise and excitement; Riya, preferring silence, had taken a novel and hidden herself away in a quiet grove to read. No one noticed her faint; it happened that a student with the surname Rossi, who was fetching first aid for a classmate, passed by, saw a student in trouble, and without a moment’s hesitation, carried her on his back and sprinted all the way to the hospital.

"The doctor said, if we had been a little later, Riya would have been gone!"

Mrs. Malek, crying with tears streaming down her face, grabbed Malek and said, "We must properly thank Rossi; he saved our daughter!"

"Of course, of course," Malek nodded repeatedly, sitting beside his daughter’s hospital bed, holding her hand and saying, "I’ll visit his house first thing tomorrow; I’ll give them whatever they ask for."

He was firm in his words, for Malek never lied when it came to matters concerning his daughter.

The next day, bright and early, Malek, with a case of money and gifts, knocked on the Rossi family’s front door.

The door was opened by Uncle Kapasa, who laughed heartily upon learning the purpose of Malek’s visit, expressing that such acts of kindness were something his son ended up doing once or twice a month; it was fine as long as Riya was alright.

He invited Malek inside for a coffee but declined the gifts.

Uncle Kapasa was truly sincere, and even someone like Malek believed he had no desire to accept the benefits or exploit the gratitude.

After Malek left, he said very seriously before going, "From now on we’re friends. If there’s anything you need my help with, I will do my utmost."

Uncle Kapasa didn’t take this promise to heart—he heard such words once or twice every month.

Neither of them expected that merely an hour later, they would meet again.

"Somebody reported that your place is storing illegal drugs..." Malek, looking at the innocent-faced Kapasa, turned his words sharply, "So I came to ask, Kapasa, why would someone slander you like this? Did you offend someone?"

Kapasa, eyes filled with honesty: "I don’t know."

"Hmm, I also think you wouldn’t know. Don’t worry, my friend, this is part of my job, I will help you find this person..."

The next day, the third son of the Abel family was arrested.

The reason was possession of illegal drugs.

The same charge they had set up for Kapasa.

After hearing about this, Lin Nianhe felt conflicted.

The luck of the Rossi family could no longer be explained by science; this was the science within metaphysics.

She reviewed her own plan—

First, have Kapasa use the general’s family headpiece to break into Milan’s upper circles, then as Nishi makes her move, Rossi’s supporters would come forward to help, and closely following, they could counterattack, taking advantage of the Abel family’s status as outsiders to make a big fuss...

The plan wasn’t bad; there just wasn’t any room to execute it.

"As a mortal, I shall never again try to meddle with the actions of the Child of Fate."

Lin Nianhe made the decision.

Then she happily went to share the good news with Nishi.

What ill intentions could she have?

She was just afraid that Nishi would hold a grudge against her again due to the lack of information.

Nishi already knew about her brother’s fate, it was her mother who had told her.

She knew much more than Lin Nianhe because when Malek checked on her third brother, he also unearthed a series of dirty deeds of the Abel family.

These problems were not unsolvable, but they would cost more money.

Malek’s appetite couldn’t be satisfied with just a little bribe. Compared to the several hundred thousand her third brother gave him, he felt he could get much more by leveraging the third son of the Abel family.

Malek was determined to severely weaken the Abel family, not only for money but also to prevent future troubles.

After all, he had taken money from the Abel family and then sent their third son to prison; if they had the chance to recover, they would certainly not let him off the hook.

It was Nishi’s mother who, on behalf of her father, informed Nishi to halt the purchase—they had plenty of family wealth, but not much cash, which was common because the money needed to be put to work, not hoarded at home.

When Lin Nianhe found Nishi, she knew her trip was in vain just by looking at her face.

"Ah, it seems you already know. I was afraid you’d be caught off guard without the information," Lin Nianhe said with a face full of goodwill. "Don’t worry too much, though I don’t understand the laws of your country, the worst that could happen in this case is, maybe, a firing squad, right?"

Nishi: "...?"

Was that meant to be comforting? It wasn’t, right!

Seeing that Nishi looked about to explode, Lin Nianhe quickly added, "Don’t start a fight with me; I’m a public servant, and you’re a foreign merchant. If you hit me, it may not be as simple as just facing a firing squad. Seriously, it could cause a diplomatic incident."

Nishi closed her eyes, clenched her teeth and said, "Don’t bother yourself, I naturally have a solution."

"Mm-hmm, then you’d best get going, I’m waiting to see what you’ll do next."

Lin Nianhe waved goodbye to her.

Nishi was so angry she wanted to kick her to death, but catching a glimpse of the soldiers at the nearby guard post, she could only hold back and quickly walk away.

She couldn’t stay with Lin Nianhe any longer, or she would be infuriated to death!

Nishi had just arrived at the Spring Trade Fair and left again; she returned to her hotel, reviewed the contracts for the goods she had already purchased, and after a moment of silence, she dialed her home phone.

"Mom, don’t worry, Malek is after money; he won’t harm brother," Nishi said calmly, not showing any panic, "Tell dad that my purchasing here is almost done, and I’ve secured a unique batch of highly artistic fabrics, we’ll be able to turn things around quickly."

"Okay, okay, when are you coming back?"

"If there’s no need for me to purchase anything else, I can return within three days."

"I’ll check with your father... Okay, he says to come back as soon as possible and to make sure they deliver that batch of goods quickly too."

"Alright, I’ll go and negotiate with them."

The next day, Nishi went to the Spring Trade Fair again.

She found Factory Director Chu of the Shanghai Textile Factory and got straight to the point: "I need that batch of goods delivered as soon as possible, can you expedite it?"

Factory Director Chu’s face was full of sympathy, but his tone was exceedingly firm: "No."