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

Sun Mei stared intently at the door; the sounds outside continued.

"Xiao Ze, you have no idea how much I've suffered in the Sun family."

"I have nothing left now, all I want is to come back to you."

"With so many businesses under your control, just give me any one of your projects, and I can get back on my feet."

"Dad promises that he will never be a burden to you again."

"If you're willing, we can meet tomorrow."

Sun Mei struggled desperately to sit up, but found that her limbs were still weak and powerless.

She opened her mouth, wanting to curse Shen Jianjun, but only a weak sob could come out of her throat.

Shen Jianjun was completely unaware of this and was still pleading on the phone.

"Xiaoze, Dad really knows he was wrong."

"Please give me a chance, for the sake of our father-son relationship."

"I'll fly to Shanghai right away and apologize to you in person."

"I'm willing to do anything as long as you're willing to help me."

"I can even personally hand Sun Mei over to you to deal with!"

Sun Mei's eyes widened, and her chest heaved violently.

For decades, she has given everything for Shen Jianjun.

She drove Xu Ying away for him, paved the way for him, gave birth to Shen Cong for him, and ensured that the Sun family continued to support his career.

But now, in order to return to Shen Ze's side, Shen Jianjun is actually shifting all the blame onto her.

A jinx, a disaster, and you even have to hand her over yourself!

Sun Mei's vision went black, and a tearing pain suddenly shot through her chest.

She opened her mouth and coughed, "Cough...cough cough!"

Blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, staining his clothes red.

Shen Jianjun's voice still came from outside the door: "Okay, Xiaoze, just agree to see me."

"I'm going to the airport now."

"When I get to Shanghai, my son and I will have a good talk."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Jianjun finally showed a hint of relief.

As long as Shen Ze is willing to see him, there is still a chance.

He turned to leave, but then heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground from the ward.

After pushing open the door, Sun Mei was already lying on the side of the bed, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, her eyes closed, and her face deathly pale.

"Ah Mei!"

Shen Jianjun froze for a moment, then rushed over and shouted, "Doctor! Quickly, call a doctor!"

But at this point, Sun Mei could no longer hear anything.

Her decades of dedication have ultimately become a joke.

Shen Jianjun didn't even wait for her to wake up before grabbing his luggage and taking a plane to Shanghai overnight.

Along the way, he was filled with fantasies about relying on Shen Zedong to make a comeback and escape the days of living under someone else's roof.

……

Caesars Hotel, Chairman's Office.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night view of Shanghai is dazzling with lights.

Shen Ze sat behind his large desk, holding a financial statement in his hand, his expression calm.

On the phone screen, the call log still showed Shen Jianjun's name.

In that phone call just now, Shen Jianjun's voice was so low it was almost inaudible.

The repeated use of "Xiao Ze" and "Dad knows he was wrong" sounded utterly ridiculous.

When he and his mother were kicked out of the Shen family, Shen Jianjun never showed the slightest bit of leniency.

Now that Jianjun Group is gone, and the Sun family has started to despise him, he finally remembered that he still has a son.

It's not that I regret it, it's just that I have nowhere else to turn.

Shen Ze leaned back in his chair, his gaze indifferent.

He knew Shen Jianjun too well; this man never truly believed he was wrong.

He is willing to bow his head today not because of guilt, but because he owns more than 300 billion yuan in assets, including Mingzhu Private Bank, Longsheng Group, Caesars Hotel and Douxin.

If he were still that helpless young man he once was, Shen Jianjun wouldn't even give him a second glance.

"Chairman Shen."

There was a gentle knock on the office door.

Zhou Jin walked in: "Shen Jianjun has booked the earliest flight to Shanghai, which is expected to arrive late tonight."

"He came here this time without any entourage, only with a suitcase."

Shen Ze looked up: "What about the Sun family?"

"Sun Mei vomited blood and fell into a coma in her hospital room. The Sun family hired a doctor, but she is still not out of danger."

Zhou Jin paused for a moment, then continued, "Before Shen Jianjun left, he called you and went straight to the airport. He didn't stay to take care of Sun Mei."

A cold smile appeared on Shen Ze's lips.

Sun Mei devoted herself to Shen Jianjun for decades.

Back then, Sun Mei forced her mother to leave the Shen family, forcing her to leave with nothing.

Later, when her mother became seriously ill, Sun Mei used her connections with the Sun family to cut off her mother's last chance to seek help.

But now, in order to climb back into his arms, Shen Jianjun is even willing to abandon Sun Mei, who is seriously ill and coughing up blood.

This is what they call love.

When interests are still at stake, the bond between husband and wife is strong.

When interests are gone, all that's left is mutual betrayal.

"Let him come."

Shen Ze put down the report, his voice not loud, but devoid of any warmth.

Zhou Jin was slightly taken aback: "Chairman Shen, you want to see him?"

"See."

Shen Ze looked out the window: "Since he wants to see me, let's give him a chance."

"But this time, he will understand that some people are not people he can simply recognize back."

Zhou Jin nodded immediately: "Understood."

Shen Ze added, "However, since he did something wrong, he should pay some price."

"Tell the hotel staff that he is not allowed to enter the hotel tonight."

"Let him wait outside."

Zhou Jin was startled.

The Caesars Hotel is one of the most luxurious hotels in Shanghai, and only the very wealthy and powerful can afford to stay there.

But now, Shen Jianjun doesn't even have the right to enter the hotel.

"Yes, Chairman Shen."

Zhou Jin turned and left the office.

Shen Ze picked up the document again, but didn't read it anymore.

A scene from many years ago involuntarily surfaced in my mind.

That year, he had a persistent high fever.

His mother knelt before Shen Jianjun, holding him in her arms, tears streaming down her face.

"Jianjun, Xiaoze is dying, please take him to the hospital."

"I don't want anything as long as you're willing to save him."

"I will leave the Shen family immediately and never appear in front of you and Sun Mei again."

At that time, Shen Jianjun stood in the center of the living room, holding young Shen Cong in his arms.

Sun Mei sat to the side, her face full of disgust.

Shen Jianjun simply glanced down at him.

There was no trace of a father's tenderness in those eyes, only disgust and impatience.

"roll."

One word completely extinguished the mother's last hope.

When his mother carried him away from the Shen family home, it was pouring rain outside.

She was soaked to the bone, but she held him tightly in her arms the whole time.

Later, in order to pay for his medical treatment, his mother sold the last piece of jewelry she owned.

Later, my mother died during that surgery.

Shen Ze slowly clenched his fingers.

Shen Jianjun told them to get out of here back then.

Now, it's his turn to experience what it's like to be kicked aside.

……

late at night.

A taxi was parked in front of the Caesars Hotel.

The car door opened, and Shen Jianjun stepped out, dragging his suitcase.

He looked up at the towering, luxurious hotel building before him, his eyes brimming with barely concealed excitement.

Caesars Hotel!

The most luxurious hotel in Shanghai!

It is said that this hotel is worth over 10 billion.

Now, this hotel belongs to Shen Ze.