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

Thinking about this, Shen Jianjun felt increasingly conflicted.

If he hadn't abandoned Xu Ying and Shen Ze back then, he should have had a share of all of this now.

He didn't need to be subservient to the Sun family, nor did he need to be publicly humiliated by a junior like Sun Xiu, and he certainly didn't need to fly to Shanghai overnight to beg his son for a chance to turn his life around.

But what's done is done, and there's no use in regretting it.

The most important thing now is to regain Shen Ze's trust.

As long as Shen Zeken gives him a chance, even if it's just to arrange a small company or a project for him, he is confident that he can make a comeback.

With his abilities and his experience in leading the Jianjun Group, as long as he gets enough funds and resources, he will be no less capable than Shen Ze!

Shen Jianjun took a deep breath and dragged his suitcase toward the hotel entrance.

Just as he reached the door, a young man in a sharp suit reached out and stopped him.

"Mr. Shen, please wait."

Shen Jianjun was taken aback. He looked at the man in front of him, frowned, and asked, "Who are you?"

"My surname is Zhou, and I am Chairman Shen's secretary."

Secretary Zhou said in a flat tone, "Chairman Shen asked me to wait for you here."

Shen Jianjun was overjoyed; Shen Ze was indeed willing to see him!

He quickly put on a smile: "So it's Secretary Zhou. Thank you for waiting for me here so late."

"Since Xiaoze sent you to pick me up, let's hurry up and not keep him waiting too long."

As he spoke, Shen Jianjun began to walk inside.

Secretary Zhou did not step aside: "Mr. Shen, Chairman Shen does not have time to see you at the moment."

Shen Jianjun paused: "No time?"

"When will he have time?"

"Wait for his notification."

Secretary Zhou looked at him, her voice still indifferent: "You can wait here."

"If you don't want to wait, you can leave directly."

Shen Jianjun's smile froze. He glanced at the hotel entrance and then looked at Secretary Zhou.

"Secretary Zhou, it's so late, how much longer do we have to wait?"

"I've been on a plane for several hours and I'm feeling a bit unwell."

"Could I come in and sit for a while?"

Secretary Zhou replied expressionlessly, "No."

"The hotel is a private property, and you cannot enter without Chairman Shen's permission."

Shen Jianjun's face instantly turned ugly; after all, he was once the chairman of a group with a net worth of hundreds of billions.

In the past, wherever I went, countless people would come to greet me.

Now, a secretary actually dares to stop him from entering?

But just as he was about to lose his temper, he remembered his current situation.

With Jianjun Group bankrupt, the Sun family is no longer reliable.

The only person he could rely on was Shen Ze.

Shen Jianjun forcefully suppressed his anger: "Fine, fine, I'll wait."

"Please tell Xiaoze for me, Secretary Zhou, that I'm not in a hurry and can wait as long as it takes."

Secretary Zhou did not respond, but simply turned and walked into the hotel.

Shen Jianjun hurriedly called out to him, "Secretary Zhou!"

Secretary Zhou turned around: "Aren't you going to wait here?"

"Chairman Shen only asked me to inform you."

Secretary Zhou said coldly, "I'm not asking you to accompany me."

After saying that, he walked into the hotel without looking back, and the bright and warm hotel door slowly closed behind him.

Shen Jianjun stood outside the door, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

The security guards at the entrance looked at him with a strange expression in their eyes; they certainly knew who this person was.

Former chairman of Jianjun Group.

Now, he stands alone at the entrance of the Caesars Hotel, like an ordinary person who has been kicked out of his home.

Shen Jianjun felt the gazes around him, and his face stung with pain.

But he dared not leave.

He knew that once he left, he might never have the chance to see Shen Ze again.

All he can do now is wait.

The night wind grew stronger.

The nights in Shanghai are inherently chilly, and Shen Jianjun, who wasn't dressed warmly, quickly became shivering from the cold.

He stood at the door, dragging his suitcase, looking towards the hotel lobby again and again.

The interior was brightly lit, and staff members were coming and going.

Some well-dressed guests walked past him and entered the hotel, but no one paid him any attention.

Time passed little by little.

Shen Jianjun's legs gradually went numb, and his throat began to dry out.

He wanted to ask the hotel security guard for a cup of hot water, but he didn't dare to ask.

He was afraid the security guards would refuse him, and even more afraid that they would tell Shen Ze about his embarrassing situation.

Finally, as dawn approached, Shen Jianjun could no longer hold on.

His legs gave way, and he slumped down on the hotel steps, the cold stone steps sending a chill through his trousers.

His face was pale, but a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

A high fever and a cold struck at the same time, making him feel cold all over.

But he kept staring intently at the hotel entrance; he couldn't leave.

If he just waits a little longer, as long as he sees Shen Ze, he still has hope of turning his life around.

Meanwhile, on the top floor of the hotel.

Shen Ze stood in front of the monitor, quietly watching Shen Jianjun at the door.

Zhou Jin stood to the side and said in a low voice, "Chairman Shen, he waited outside all night and must have caught a cold."

"Should we send him to the hospital?"

Shen Ze said expressionlessly, "When he kicked my mother and me out of the house back then, did he ever think about whether we would freeze to death?"

Zhou Jin fell silent.

Shen Ze's gaze remained fixed on the screen: "Now, he feels wronged just because he stood there all night?"

"This little bit of suffering is not even one ten-thousandth of what my son and I went through back then."

Zhou Jin felt a chill run down his spine, and he remained silent.

The sky gradually brightened.

Shen Ze finished breakfast at the rooftop restaurant before taking the elevator down to the first floor of the hotel.

When the hotel doors opened, Shen Jianjun practically struggled to his feet.

His legs and feet went numb, and his body swayed a few times before he managed to steady himself.

The moment he saw Shen Ze, hope immediately appeared in his eyes.

"Ozawa!"

Dragging his numb legs, Shen Jianjun strode quickly toward Shen Ze: "You've finally agreed to see me."

His face was haggard, his lips were pale, and even his voice was trembling: "Dad has been waiting for you here all night."

"I know you hate me, but I really know I was wrong."

"I was confused about what happened back then; I was deceived by Sun Mei."

"I shouldn't have abandoned you and your mother, and I shouldn't have let you suffer so much."

As he spoke, Shen Jianjun bowed deeply to Shen Ze: "Dad, please, give me a chance."

"From now on, I'll listen to whatever you say."

"I can leave the Sun family and completely sever ties with Sun Mei."

"If you're willing to acknowledge me as your father, I'm willing to give my life to you."

In the hotel lobby, several staff members stopped what they were doing.

No one expected that Shen Jianjun, a former billionaire, would bow down and apologize to his son in public.

Zhou Jin stood not far away, her eyes cold.

He knew that Shen Jianjun wasn't admitting his mistake; he was just trying to survive.

Shen Ze looked at the disheveled man before him, his expression unmoved: "You've been waiting here all night?"

Shen Jianjun nodded quickly: "Yes, I know you don't want to see me, but I don't dare to leave."

"Xiaoze, Dad has nothing left."

"If you don't help me, I really don't know what to do."

Shen Ze smiled, but there was no warmth in his smile: "You don't know what to do?"

"Shen Jianjun, do you remember when I was ten years old?"