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

The young man instinctively straightened his body.

In the past, he only knew that the Sun family was rich.

Only today did he truly understand just how vast a network of relationships a family with a history spanning over a century and assets approaching one trillion could possess.

Luxury cars were gathered outside the manor.

From a villa deep within the manor, suppressed sobs could be heard intermittently.

Sun Mei has locked herself in her room for several days.

Ever since receiving the death notice from Shanghai First People's Hospital, she felt as if she had completely lost her soul.

The curtains in the room were always drawn, preventing sunlight from entering.

The food on the table was changed again and again, but it was hardly touched.

Photos of Shen Cong from childhood to adulthood are displayed beside the bed.

The photos include his full moon celebration, his first birthday, his first day of school, his coming-of-age banquet, and a picture of him wearing an expensive suit and standing in front of the Jianjun Group office building.

Every photo serves as a reminder to Sun Mei that her only son is dead.

"Congcong..."

Sun Mei curled up on the bed, clutching a photo frame tightly in her arms.

In the photo, Shen Cong is all smiles, with his newly purchased luxury car parked beside him.

At that time, he was the sole heir of the Jianjun Group.

Everyone who sees him will respectfully call him Young Master Shen.

But now, Jianjun Group is gone, and Shen Cong is gone too.

"Didn't you say you wanted to take over the company after you recovered from your illness?"

"Mom has arranged everything for you."

"How could you leave first..."

Her voice grew softer and softer.

A few days ago, she still refused to believe that her son was dead.

The hospital called, and she said the other party was lying to her.

When the death certificate was delivered to the Sun family, she tore it to shreds.

It wasn't until Shen Cong's body was sent for cremation that she finally understood that no matter how much she cried out, her son would never open his eyes again.

The immense grief completely overwhelmed her, and the room was soon filled with sobs again.

At first, it was just soft sobbing, but soon it turned into heart-wrenching cries.

Upon hearing the noise, Shen Jianjun, who was standing guard in the living room, quickly picked up the porridge he had just cooked and hurried into the bedroom.

"Ah Mei."

"You haven't eaten for two days, have some water."

"Get out!"

Sun Mei grabbed a pillow and threw it at him: "I won't eat!"

The pillow landed at Shen Jianjun's feet. He was neither angry nor did he leave.

Now that Jianjun Group has gone bankrupt, he has lost all his businesses and assets and can only stay with Sun Mei in the Sun family.

He knows better than anyone what he is relying on now.

As long as Sun Mei remains Sun Qingliang's biological daughter, he can continue to live in the manor and take over the Sun family's peripheral businesses.

If something were to really happen to Sun Mei, the rest of the Sun family would never continue to support this worthless son-in-law.

At that time, he will not only have to leave the manor, but may also return to a life of poverty where he has nothing.

He absolutely could not accept that kind of life.

Shen Jianjun picked up the pillow and carefully placed it back on the bedside.

I know you're hurting.

"Cong'er was also my biological son. I feel just as bad about his death."

Sun Mei suddenly raised her head: "Then why don't you avenge him?"

"He died at Shen Ze's hands! That bastard child killed him!"

"Go kill Shen Ze and give my Congcong back!"

Shen Jianjun's face stiffened.

Today, Shen Ze controls Mingzhu Private Bank, Douxin, Caesar Hotel, Longsheng Group, and Daxia International Private Hospital, with assets exceeding 200 billion yuan.

Even his multi-billion dollar conglomerate was gradually driven to bankruptcy by the other party.

Sending him, who now has nothing, to seek revenge is no different from sending him to his death.

"Dad has already gathered people from the business community in Longdu."

Shen Jianjun could only whisper, "The parking lot outside is full of cars. Today, all the big bosses who came are worth billions or even tens of billions."

"The Sun family will not let Shen Ze off the hook."

"Dad will definitely avenge Cong'er."

Upon hearing this, Sun Mei's crying paused slightly.

Taking the opportunity, Shen Jianjun picked up the porridge and gently stirred it with a spoon: "You must protect your health first."

"If you also fall, who will seek justice for Cong'er?"

"Here, have a sip."

Sun Mei turned her head away, refusing to open her mouth: "I can't eat."

"Eat even if you can't."

Shen Jianjun scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it to cool it down, and brought it to her lips: "You've already lost Cong'er, you can't ruin your own body too."

"The Sun family is preparing to deal with Shen Ze."

"Only if you live can you witness him lose all his property and kneel before Cong'er to pay with his life."

These words finally elicited a response from Sun Mei. She stared at the porridge in front of her, and tears streamed down her face again.

A few seconds later, she slowly opened her mouth and took the first sip.

Shen Jianjun secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Eat a little more."

"Once you recover, we'll avenge Congcong together."

He fed her spoonful by spoonful.

Sun Mei leaned against the headboard, tears streaming down her face, but in the end she did not refuse again.

Outside the villa, Sun Qingliang stood at the end of the corridor, leaning on his cane.

The sound of his daughter crying made the wrinkles on his face deepen.

Shen Cong is his only grandson.

Over the years, he has paid high medical expenses for Shen Cong and used his connections with the Sun family to ensure that his grandson could receive the best treatment even if he was sentenced to prison.

After Shen Ze acquired the hospital, he first moved Shen Cong to a regular ward, and then personally told him the news of Jianjun Group's bankruptcy.

Ultimately, Shen Cong succumbed to the shock and died despite all efforts to save him.

In Sun Qingliang's view, this blood debt should all be attributed to Shen Ze.

He only remembered the pain of his daughter losing her son, but completely forgot how he had casually decided Xu Ying's life or death six years ago.

At that time, Xu Ying was just an ordinary woman with no background.

Her son was just a poor child who had been kicked out of the Shen family.

The lives of the poor are never worth anything to him.

Even if it happened again, he would still allow Li Changfang to tamper with the surgery without hesitation, all for the sake of the Sun family's reputation.

But now, death has befallen his own grandson, and he cannot accept it.

"Master of the family."

The secretary hurried over: "The guests have almost all arrived."

"Besides Yu Yehua, all the invited local entrepreneurs from Longdu have arrived."

Upon hearing Yu Yehua's name, Sun Qingliang's face darkened further: "He hasn't replied?"

"no."

The secretary said in a low voice, "He accepted the invitation we sent, but he hasn't shown up yet."

"Where are the others?"

"Everyone is waiting for you in the main hall."

Sun Qingliang turned his head to look at the room where his daughter was, and gripped his cane tightly.

"Walk."

……

Shanghai, crematorium.

Zhou Jin stood at the end of the corridor, looking down at the schedule in his hand.

He was originally just a manager at Pearl Private Bank.

After Shen Ze took over the bank, he not only did not exclude the old employees, but also kept him by his side and gave him important responsibilities because of his clean resume and reliable work.

Now, he has become one of Shen Ze's most trusted confidants and secretaries.

Zhou Jin will always remember this kindness and support.