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

"Dad, you're right to scold me."

Shen Jianjun suppressed the bitterness in his heart: "It's my fault for being useless."

Sun Qingliang snorted coldly: "Speak, what happened?"

Shen Jianjun looked up at Sun Mei standing at the door, his expression growing increasingly anxious.

"Just now... the Shanghai Crematorium called."

Upon hearing the words "crematorium," Sun Mei rushed over.

"Has Congcong's ashes been collected yet?"

"When will they deliver it to Longdu? I want to pick it up myself!"

Shen Jianjun's lips moved a few times, but he hesitated to speak.

A sudden surge of unease welled up in Sun Mei's heart, and she grabbed his collar: "Say something!"

"What's wrong with Congcong?"

"Is...is there something wrong with the ashes?"

Shen Jianjun, pale-faced, said with difficulty, "The crematorium has arranged an intern."

"He accidentally knocked over the urn while he was handling it."

"Most of Cong'er's ashes were scattered into the nearby ditch."

"They immediately arranged for people to retrieve the ashes, but they quickly dispersed after coming into contact with water."

"In the end, less than half of what was recovered was actually recovered."

Sun Mei's eyes widened, and the resentment on her face instantly turned into terror.

"Congcong..."

Sun Mei swayed twice, then everything went black before she collapsed to the ground.

Sun Qingliang's face turned ashen, and he abruptly stood up: "Someone! Take her to the rest room immediately!"

Several Sun family staff rushed into the main hall and carried the unconscious Sun Mei into the adjacent lounge.

Shen Jianjun followed closely behind, his face pale and his steps unsteady.

The doctor arrived quickly.

After a brief examination, he put away his stethoscope: "Ms. Sun is just overwhelmed with grief, and her blood and qi are in a state of shock. She is otherwise healthy."

"Let her lie flat and rest, keep the air circulating, she'll wake up soon."

Sun Qingliang stood by the bed, leaning on his cane, and nodded with a gloomy face.

Less than ten minutes later, Sun Mei's finger twitched slightly.

She slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked as if she had aged more than ten years in an instant.

"Congcong..."

A hoarse voice squeezed out of her mouth.

The next second, the words I heard before I lost consciousness flooded back into my mind.

The urn was overturned, and most of the ashes fell into the drain.

In the end, less than half was recovered!

"No!"

Sun Mei suddenly sat up in bed: "Impossible! My Congcong couldn't have been reduced to just a little bit of ashes!"

"They're lying to me!"

"The crematorium staff must be lying to me!"

She grabbed Shen Jianjun's wrist, her nails almost digging into his flesh.

"Contact them immediately!"

"Have them drain all the water from the canal!"

"Search every single detail! Even if it takes a month or a year, we will find Congcong completely!"

Shen Jianjun's face turned pale with pain, but he didn't struggle: "I've already asked."

"The people at the crematorium said that the ashes scattered quickly after being dropped into the water and were washed away by the current."

"They sent people to search for it, but they just couldn't find it."

"Shut up!"

Sun Mei pushed him away frantically: "How could it not be found?"

"That's my son! My own son!"

"He was killed by Shen Ze while he was alive, and now he can't even leave behind a complete set of ashes after death!"

"Why are you such a useless father?"

"We couldn't save Jianjun Group, we couldn't save Congcong, and now we can't even save his ashes!"

Shen Jianjun was pushed back a few steps and bumped into the wall.

He opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.

At that moment, Sun Mei's thoughts before she fainted resurfaced in her mind.

She originally intended to have someone dig up Xu Ying's grave, smash Xu Ying's urn, and grind that woman to dust.

She had even begun to fantasize about the painful and desperate expression on Shen Ze's face after he saw his mother's ashes destroyed.

But before she could even make a move, retribution fell on Shen Cong's head!

The son she had doted on for over twenty years not only died in Shanghai, but his ashes were never even properly preserved.

Most of the ashes were washed away by the water.

Scattered somewhere, she couldn't even find it!

Why...?

Sun Mei clutched her hair with both hands, tears streaming down her face: "I just want revenge for Congcong!"

"I just want Xu Ying to have no peace even in death!"

"Why was it Congcong who got into trouble?"

"He's already dead, why won't you even leave his ashes behind?"

Sun Mei became increasingly distraught as she spoke.

She threw off the covers and stumbled barefoot to the door.

"I'm going to Shanghai! I'm going to find Congcong!"

"His ashes must still be in that ditch!"

"If you won't look, I'll look for it myself!"

Shen Jianjun quickly hugged her from behind: "Amei, calm down!"

"Going to Shanghai now is pointless!"

"The crematorium has collected all the ashes that could be recovered!"

"Get out of here!"

Sun Mei struggled desperately, scratching and biting his arm: "Isn't that your son?"

"He didn't even leave behind half an ashes, so why are you still so calm?"

"Let me go! I need to find Congcong!"

"I'm taking him home!"

Her cries echoed throughout the lounge.

The Sun family members guarding the door lowered their heads, their expressions complex.

Sun Mei used to rely on her family's power to destroy other people's families, and she conspired with her father to kill Xu Ying.

Now her multi-billion dollar conglomerate is gone, and her only son is dead.

The moment she conceived the wicked idea of ​​destroying Xu Ying's ashes, her own son's ashes were washed away by the water.

This outcome is very much like retribution.

However, no one dared to say these words in front of Sun Qingliang.

"Get out, everyone!"

Sun Qingliang tapped his cane heavily.

Several clansmen quickly left the lounge and closed the door behind them.

"Ah Mei!"

Sun Qingliang roared, "How long are you going to keep causing trouble?"

Sun Mei froze.

She slowly turned around and looked at her father standing by the bed, his face already wet with tears.

"Dad, Congcong is gone."

"While he was alive, Shen Ze kicked him out of the private hospital and personally drove him to his death."

"Now that he has been burned to ashes, he still cannot return to Longdu in peace."

"Less than half..."

"Less than half remained in the end!"

At this point, she could no longer hold back, knelt down, covered her face with her hands, and wept bitterly.

"How could my Congcong have ended up like this?"

"He's never suffered any hardship since he was a child..."

"I give him the best of everything—food, clothes, and other necessities."

"He should have inherited the Jianjun Group and become a billionaire envied by everyone!"

"Now the company is gone, and so is he!"

"I couldn't even preserve his ashes!"

She cried so hard her whole body trembled, and her voice gradually became hoarse.

This time, no one could persuade her to cheer up with the idea of ​​revenge.

Shen Cong is dead, and his body has been sent to the crematorium.

Now even the ashes are scattered in the water, and can never be completely recovered.

Her son, whom she was so proud of, ended up dying a gruesome death!

Sun Qingliang looked at his daughter kneeling on the ground, feeling as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart.

Sun Mei is his biological daughter, whom he has doted on since she was a child.

Even though she interfered in Shen Jianjun and Xu Ying's marriage, causing a stir in Shanghai's high society, he never truly blamed her.

In order to clear his daughter's name of being a mistress, he even personally bribed Xu Ying's surgeon.

In his eyes, his daughter should get whatever she wants.

Whether the person blocking the way is dead or alive is completely unimportant.

But now, the woman whose life and death he once decided at will has been dead for six years, and her son has returned and taken everything from Sun Mei!

The Jianjun Group went bankrupt, Shen Cong died of illness, and now even his ashes could not be completely preserved!