I Don't Agree to the Terms

"It's useless, why is it useless!" Xiao Yongsheng's expression was filled with despair when he discovered that the cancer in his body could not be suppressed by the miracle drug, as if his cancer had somehow leveled up.

"The data is all correct, the experimental personnel are normal, why can't I be healed—could my death truly be unavoidable?"

Sinking into his thoughts, Xiao Yongsheng's mind couldn't help but drift back to the old days when he was nothing but a truant, always skipping classes and surfing the internet. Then one day, his eyes gained the ability to see the outcome of things.

Since then, he ascended to the peak of his life. Whether it was becoming a top student or starting a company, as long as he used his foresight, he could guarantee his own success—of course, success is predicated on not messing around. Like when being a top student, you could see the answers to the test, but if instead of writing them down, you mindlessly scribble, even if you saw the answers, you couldn't succeed.

So, he reached the peak of his life, everything going incredibly smoothly.

The only downside was that one day, he saw his own death—at the age of seventy-one, from cancer.

So, he resolutely changed the focus of his company, shifting from finance to medical and biotech fields. That was when Eternal Life Technology was founded, with a very simple goal: to achieve immortality for himself.

But now, he still couldn't evade his own death, with only three months left until he turned seventy-one, when death would come.

"Could it really be predetermined?" Xiao Yongsheng looked somewhat bewildered.

"No, there must be another solution. Even if there is an answer, I can change it!"

"I am my own master, not some so-called fate. If it were truly destined, then I would be nothing but a little ruffian."

A myriad of characters appeared in Xiao Yongsheng's eyes, as he sought to find that glimmer of hope to ensure he could live forever.

"The key to breaking this situation, I've found it."

In that instant, blood flowed from Xiao Yongsheng's eyes, and he saw a bizarre statue, an eye-shaped oddity, unlike anything he had ever seen before.

Nearly two meters wide, hovering in mid-air, with a big, gaping mouth full of sharp teeth, and at the center, an eye surrounded by several smaller eyes drooping from tentacle-like stalks, extending out from the top of the sphere.

It looked extremely odd.

But in that instant, Xiao Yongsheng understood that this thing was definitely related to the abnormal changes in his eyes.

Because this statue was buried in a hollow under the foundation of his childhood home.

"Is this... a powerful existence beyond mortals?" A trace of madness that even he couldn't detect crossed Xiao Yongsheng's expression.

"Cough..."

Before he could revel in his excitement for long, the pain in his body reminded him not to be too arrogant.

"Xiao Li, make arrangements for me—I want to return home to rest for a while." Xiao Yongsheng picked up the intercom to convey his message to his private assistant.

"Yes, Chairman Xiao, I'll immediately arrange the private jet." The assistant's response came through the intercom.

This was his private laboratory, highly secret, accessible only to him; even that private assistant had no clearance.

After tidying up a bit, he left the lab, walking with a slight stagger.

Outside, numerous bodyguards and several assistants had been waiting for a long time, escorting him into the car, onto the plane, everything neatly organized along the way.

Otherwise, what would be the point in Xiao Yongsheng paying so many people?

"Chairman Xiao, Young Master Xiao returned three days ago. You sent him out for training, but it seems his mind isn't focused on that," an assistant mentioned.

"What did that scoundrel do?" Xiao Yongsheng asked angrily.

"Well... He's in love with a receptionist girl, and also used his position to fire Manager Lin, Supervisor Chen, and others—it seems because they reprimanded that receptionist girl," the assistant said helplessly.

It was normal for that receptionist girl to be scolded; she was late when arriving, and not just that, she came to work looking quite disheveled. As a front desk receptionist, she was part of the company's image, so she was reprimanded. But as it happened, during the reprimand, Young Master Xiao saw it and immediately fired those involved.

As for the manager, he stepped in to smooth things over but got dealt with in the same sweeping action by Young Master Xiao.

Later it became known that Young Master Xiao had become romantically involved with the front desk girl, and the reason for her being late and disheveled in the morning was easy to infer.

"Hmph, I'm not dead yet, and he thinks the company is his?" A hint of anger flashed in Xiao Yongsheng's eyes. He hadn't even handed the company over, and there his son was, acting like some domineering CEO.

"Arrange for someone to invite Manager Lin and Supervisor Chen back, with some extra bonuses for their trouble."

"Also, strip that scoundrel of his position and fire that receptionist too; let them comfortably date and give me a grandchild."

Xiao Yongsheng didn't indulge his son—who, looking at the situation, was nothing but a good-for-nothing.

This son, furthermore, was the child of his old age, born when he was forty and raised in a golden cradle; he studied abroad and earned a doctorate supposedly all thanks to his father's influence. What he actually learned was unclear, but how much he played and spent, that he knew.