My stepmother forced me to donate bone marrow, so I retaliated by slapping my scumbag father in the

That prime central penthouse, worth 80 million, actually belongs to Shen Ze.

The staff, oblivious to the couple's expressions, added with a smile, "Mr. Shen is very low-key; his check-in process was all synchronized directly with the system."

"Our community has strict privacy protection for residents, but our staff will definitely remember the residents' names for convenient service."

Shen Jianjun's lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

At that moment, he finally understood many things.

Why can't even top hackers find Shen Ze's information?

Why did Fengsheng Group suddenly become Shen Ze's?

Why did Shen Ze show no sign of wavering when faced with five million? He even seemed to be laughing at it.

It turns out that Shen Ze wasn't pretending to be high-minded, nor was he unaware of what five million meant.

But that little bit of money is nothing in front of Shen Ze now.

An 80 million villa, 80 million Fengsheng Group.

In addition, there's that layer of information protection that even hackers can't break through.

The son he had abandoned for fifteen years was no longer the poor boy he had imagined.

Looking at Shen Ze outside the window, Shen Jianjun suddenly felt a strange mix of emotions.

Shock, regret, embarrassment, and a belated sense of disorientation.

If only he hadn't abandoned Xu Ying and Shen Ze back then.

He went to the hospital when Xu Ying was seriously ill.

If he had cared about Shen Ze even once over the years.

Could the young man standing in front of that villa today be his son?

Will he be able to stand up straight and proudly say, "This is my son, Shen Jianjun," when others mention Shen Ze?

Hearing Sun Mei call out the name and noticing Shen Jianjun staring intently at Shen Ze, the staff member couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Shen, do you know homeowner Shen Ze?"

Shen Jianjun's throat tightened, and after two seconds, he whispered, "He is my son."

The staff member's eyes lit up immediately, and their tone became even more enthusiastic: "So Mr. Shen Ze is your son! Mr. Shen, you are so incredibly modest!"

"To be able to live in the prime building in the center at such a young age, Mr. Shen Ze is definitely not an ordinary person."

"We all say that although Mr. Shen doesn't talk much, he has a very stable presence and looks like a promising young man."

"It's truly admirable that you've raised such an outstanding son."

These words came crashing down on him one after another.

In the past, Shen Jianjun would have felt proud to hear others praise his son.

But now, he only felt as if his chest was blocked.

nourish?

What did he train Shen Ze for?

When Shen Ze was a child, he was accompanying Shen Cong shopping at the mall because they didn't have enough to eat or wear.

When Shen Ze's mother was seriously ill, he said he couldn't leave.

He didn't know when Shen Ze was admitted to Shanghai University.

He didn't ask Shen Ze when he graduated and started working.

Now, when people compliment him, saying that having such an outstanding son is his own achievement.

But Shen Jianjun knew perfectly well that none of this had anything to do with him.

The more outstanding Shen Ze is, the more it highlights his failure as a father.

Sun Mei sat beside her, but her expression grew increasingly grim.

Every time a staff member praised Shen Ze, she felt like she was being slapped in the face.

Young and promising? With a composed demeanor? A resident of a prime 80 million yuan apartment?

But Shen Cong kept popping into her mind.

Shen Cong was pampered by them since childhood, eating the best food, using the best things, and attending the most expensive schools.

But what else can he do besides spend money, throw tantrums, and cause trouble?

After falling ill, his first reaction was not to reflect on his actions or cooperate with treatment, but to spend five million to have someone cripple Shen Ze's arm.

Now let's look at Shen Ze.

Mingming was abandoned for fifteen years, living in an old house, eating instant noodles, and having no one to support her.

But he quietly became the boss of Fengsheng Group, and now he lives in the penthouse of Huateng Center.

Sun Mei's sense of superiority was completely shattered, and jealousy burned like fire within her.

On what grounds?

Why is it that Xu Ying's son is so successful?

Why is it that Sun Mei's son is lying in a hospital bed waiting to die, while Shen Ze lives in an 80 million yuan villa and stands there in style?

Why does everyone praise Shen Ze?

The staff member was still smiling and saying, "Mr. Shen, if you frequently visit the Shenze residential area in the future, you can contact us in advance, and we will definitely arrange for your transportation."

Sun Mei couldn't hold back any longer. She turned around abruptly and snapped, "Shut up! Who told you to say that? Drive your car!"

The staff member's face stiffened at Sun Mei's outburst, and he quickly shut his mouth.

Shen Jianjun sat in the back row, but his gaze remained fixed on the view outside the window.

In front of the central villa by the lake, Shen Ze had already closed the door and was walking along the lakeside path.

He didn't look at the people in the car, but Shen Jianjun and Sun Mei both saw him clearly.

In that instant, the expressions on their faces were even more unsightly than if they had been slapped in public.

Especially Sun Mei.

Just two days ago, she was standing in that dilapidated residential building in Anpingli, spending five million to swindle Shen Ze, feeling like she was doing charity.

She also complained that Shen Ze lived in a shabby house, ate poorly, and only had an ordinary job.

But now, Shen Ze lives in the penthouse of Huateng Center.

A detached villa worth 80 million.

The park staff praised him for being young and promising, their words like needles piercing Sun Mei's heart.

The car restarted and slowly drove past Shen Ze.

Shen Ze glanced to the side and saw Shen Jianjun through the car window, as well as Sun Mei, whose face was pale.

Sun Mei instinctively looked away, but her fingers gripped the edge of the seat tightly.

Shen Jianjun's expression was even more complicated, as if he wanted to speak, but also as if he couldn't say anything at all.

Shen Ze glanced at it once and then looked away, showing neither surprise nor anger.

That calmness was more piercing than any mockery, because he didn't take those two people seriously at all.

The park shuttle bus quickly drove away.

Shen Ze stood still, his eyes indifferent.

Shen Jianjun and Sun Mei were able to enter Huateng because they were visiting a certain homeowner.

They were just unlucky to run into him here.

However, it's good to see it.

The more they see it with their own eyes, the more they realize how ridiculous their previous arrogant attitude was.

Five million? A dilapidated house in Anpingli? An ordinary employee?

The very things they used to humiliate him have now become slaps, resounding back at their faces.

Just then, a familiar system notification sounded in Shen Ze's mind.

【Ding! 】

[Detected: Target Shen Jianjun and Sun Mei personally witnessed the host residing in the central penthouse of the Huateng Villa District.]

[Target Shen Jianjun suffered a severe psychological shock.]

[The target, Sun Mei, suffered intense jealousy and humiliation.]

[It has been determined that the host has once again effectively struck at Shen Jianjun and his wife.]

[One chance to win a prize.]

Shen Ze paused, the system had made a quick judgment this time.

That's true. Seeing it with your own eyes is the most heartbreaking than hearing it from someone else.

Fengsheng Group is a company, while the penthouse of Huateng Center represents life.

What Shen Jianjun and his wife were most certain of before was that Shen Ze was poor, weak, and had no one to support him.

Now, seeing Shen Ze move into a top-tier villa area that they themselves looked up to, the contrast was enough to shatter their sense of superiority.