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

Shen Cong stared at the photo, growing more and more unwilling to accept it.

On what grounds?

What has Shen Cong wanted since he was a child?

Luxury cars, expensive watches, villas, prestigious schools, and a bunch of people in his social circle revolve around him.

But Yu Binglan remained cold and indifferent towards him.

He sent her flowers, but she asked the receptionist to return them.

He invited her to dinner, but she said she didn't have time.

He asked someone to organize a gathering, but she left in less than ten minutes. The more she did this, the more Shen Cong felt itchy inside.

Especially in the last few days, he has been repeatedly humiliated by Shen Ze, and Shuren Hospital was even turned away by Shen Ze with a single sentence. He was so angry that he was about to go crazy.

He desperately needs something to prove himself right now.

This proves that Shen Cong is still the young master of the Shen family, still someone others envy, and still someone that bastard Shen Ze can't compare to.

Today happens to be Yu Binglan's birthday.

Shen Cong suddenly gritted his teeth and dialed Zhang He's number. The phone was answered after two rings.

"Young Master Cong?"

Zhang He's voice carried a hint of ingratiation, "How are you feeling? The brothers are all quite worried about you."

Shen Cong had no time for this nonsense and asked directly, "Where are you now?"

"I'm near the company, what's up?"

"Do me a favor."

Zhang He immediately perked up: "Young Master Cong, just say the word. As long as it's within my power, I won't hesitate."

Shen Cong leaned back against the pillows and took a breath: "Today is Yu Binglan's birthday."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone. Zhang He, of course, knew who Yu Binglan was.

The president of Xingchen Group, with a net worth of billions, is a well-known businesswoman in Shanghai.

More importantly, she was outrageously beautiful.

Many people in the industry like her, but very few actually dare to pursue her.

Because Yu Binglan is not an ordinary rich heiress; she herself is capital.

Cold, strong, and unapproachable.

It was no secret in their small circle that Shen Cong was pursuing her.

Zhang He quickly laughed and said, "Young Master Cong, are you planning something big?"

"right."

Shen Cong's eyes lit up. "I ordered a pink Ferrari, it cost almost eight million. Could you deliver it to the Xingchen Group building for me?"

"A pink Ferrari?"

Zhang He's voice suddenly rose, "Young Master Cong, that's quite ruthless of you!"

Shen Cong sneered: "Cars alone aren't enough."

He took a couple of breaths and continued, "I want you to have someone make a giant crystal gift box, put the car inside, and place it at the main entrance of the Starry Sky Group."

Zhang He immediately pictured it in his mind.

A pink Ferrari, in a giant crystal gift box.

It was Yu Binglan's birthday downstairs at Xingchen Group.

If this were displayed, it would definitely cause a sensation.

Passersby gathered to watch, employees took photos, and once the short video was posted, the whole of Shanghai would know that Shen Cong had given Yu Binglan a luxury car as a token of his love.

Zhang He swallowed hard. "Young Master Cong, this is certainly enough of a show, but the security at Xingchen Group might not allow it."

"Don't ask me about things that money can solve."

Shen Cong said impatiently, "You're in charge of arranging the event, security communication, and media outreach. I want Yu Binglan to see this gift the moment she comes downstairs."

Zhang He quickly replied, "Understood, understood."

Shen Cong then said, "There's one more thing."

"Young Master Cong, what are your orders?"

Shen Cong's eyes darkened: "When you give a gift, don't just say 'Happy Birthday'."

Zhang He was taken aback for a moment: "Then what should I say?"

"Tell me I'm sick."

Shen Cong lowered his voice, "I told her I'm lying in the hospital now, and my condition is very bad, but I'm always thinking about her."

Zhang He immediately realized, "Young Master Cong, you want President Yu to visit you in the hospital?"

"right."

A determined glint flashed in Shen Cong's eyes, "You have to find a way to soften her heart."

Tell her that this car was specially prepared for her when I was sick. Tell her that I am feeling very unwell every day, and the doctor said that my condition is unstable.

"Say it again, and I don't want to see anyone else right now, I just want to see her one last time."

Zhang He felt a chill run down his spine. This was a ruthless tactic: showing affection with a luxury car and then feigning illness to gain sympathy.

Even if Yu Binglan is cold, she can't remain completely unresponsive in front of so many people.

Especially since today is her birthday.

If she refuses outright, others will inevitably say she is heartless.

Zhang He smiled: "Young Master Cong, I understand. Don't worry, I'll make sure I say everything clearly."

Shen Cong, however, was still worried and said in a deep voice, "It's not just about saying it properly, it's about persuading her to go to the hospital."

"Young Master Cong, this..."

Zhang He hesitated for a moment, "You know Yu Binglan's personality. She's not an ordinary woman. I can only do my best."

Shen Cong's face darkened: "Zhang He, I didn't ask you to do your best."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Shen Cong continued, "Didn't your Zhang family recently want to get involved in Jianjun Group's supply chain project?"

Zhang He's breathing suddenly became heavy. The Zhang family had been an equipment distributor for many years, and their business was neither large nor small.

If you can get involved in a project of the Jianjun Group, it's like a meteoric rise to the top.

Even if it doesn't make them fat, it will at least help the Zhang family rise a step up in social status.

Zhang He immediately sat up straight: "Young Master Cong, you mean...?"

"As long as you do a good job today."

Shen Cong said, word by word, "Once I'm feeling better, I'll have my dad give your Zhang family a project collaboration opportunity."

Zhang He's heart skipped a beat. A project cooperation opportunity with Jianjun Group!

This is not a small business worth millions.

Once you get in, connections, resources, and profits will all follow.

Zhang He's hesitation vanished instantly.

So what if Yu Binglan is difficult to deal with?

No matter how difficult it is, it's not as important as the Zhang family's opportunity.

His voice immediately warmed up: "Young Master Cong, don't worry, I'll personally oversee this."

"I guarantee the scene will be spectacular."

"As for Ms. Yu, I will do everything I can to persuade her to go to the hospital to see you."

Shen Cong was finally satisfied: "Remember, don't be afraid to spend money."

"I see."

"Also, the atmosphere needs to be lively."

Shen Cong gritted his teeth and said, "The more people, the better. I want everyone to know how much I, Shen Cong, care for Yu Binglan."

"Understand."

Zhang He laughed and said, "Young Master Cong, just stay at the hospital and wait for news. I guarantee that today's scene will turn the area downstairs of Xingchen Group into the liveliest place in all of Shanghai."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang He immediately got busy.

He first contacted the transportation company to retrieve the pink Ferrari from the garage.

They also hired an event company to expedite the construction of a giant crystal gift box.

Regular gift boxes won't do.

It must be big, it must be bright, it must be able to grab everyone's attention at a glance.

The event company initially complained that the timeframe was too tight, so Zhang He simply poured money into it.

"Set it up within two hours, and the money will double."

The other party immediately changed their tune: "Don't worry, Young Master Zhang, I guarantee it will be done."

Subsequently, Zhang He contacted several local social media accounts and asked them to stake out the area near Xingchen Group in advance.

"I've already thought of a title."

Sitting in the car, Zhang He's face flushed with excitement. "The young master of the Shen family celebrated the birthday of the Ice Queen while he was ill, with an eight-million-dollar Ferrari packed in a crystal gift box. Isn't that enough of a spectacle for you guys to film?"

Several self-media personalities listened with their eyes lighting up.

This kind of public display of affection from wealthy families is much better at generating buzz than any street interview.

Whenever Yu Binglan appears, the scene is absolutely explosive.