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

Yu Binglan also looked at Shen Ze, and surprise reappeared in her eyes.

Jiang Huan finally couldn't hold back anymore: "You own a house in Ziyuan?"

Shen Ze replied calmly, "Yes, we just moved in."

Jiang Huan's lips moved, but she couldn't say anything for a long time.

The Caesars Hotel incident was already outrageous enough.

Now there's another Purple Garden?

Of course she knew what the Purple Garden in Shanghai was.

That's not your average luxury neighborhood; it's a circle only the truly ultra-wealthy can enter.

The threshold is frighteningly high; even with money, you might not be able to buy a suitable house.

Many so-called billionaires or even multi-billionaires may have a glamorous life outside, but they may not even qualify to own a core detached house in Ziyuan.

Even a female CEO like Yu Binglan, whose net worth is in the billions, has not owned any property in Ziyuan.

It's not that they can't afford ordinary luxury homes, but rather that the top-tier resources of Ziyuan cannot be bought simply with money.

Being able to live there means that one has reached an extremely high level of wealth, connections, status, and social circle.

Jiang Huan had heard an elder in Longdu mention it before.

The top owners of Ziyuan in Shanghai have a net worth of at least 50 billion yuan.

She looked at Shen Ze, with only one thought in her mind.

What exactly does Shen Cong have to compare with him on?

The following morning, Jiang Huan went to Shanfang Hospital.

She hadn't originally planned to come so soon.

After seeing Shen Ze yesterday, the scales in her heart were tilted to the extreme.

Shen Cong is her cousin; the blood relation is there, but the differences between people can't be erased simply by saying they're relatives.

Shen Ze scored 660 points on the college entrance examination, but stayed in Shanghai to take care of his seriously ill mother.

Shen Ze owned the Caesars Hotel, yet he never boasted about it.

Then look at Shen Cong, who fainted from anger after being refused an eight-million-dollar Ferrari.

Unable to win over Yu Binglan, he repeatedly messaged her, asking her to plead for him.

Jiang Huan had previously thought that once Shen Cong's condition stabilized, she would find an opportunity to bring him and Yu Binglan together again.

But now, she has completely given up on that idea.

It's not that Yu Binglan is unworthy of Shen Cong, it's that Shen Cong is simply not worthy.

The elevator stopped on the floor with special needs wards.

As soon as Jiang Huan reached the door of the ward, she heard Shen Cong's furious voice coming from inside.

"waste!"

"What use are you to me?"

"How many days have you been trying to deal with Shen Ze? Where is he?"

The ward door wasn't completely closed, and the sound seeped out through the crack, clearly audible.

A man lowered his voice and explained, "Young Master Cong, the security in the Huateng Villa area is too tight. We've been staking out the perimeter for days, but we haven't found a suitable opportunity yet."

"No chance?"

Shen Cong's voice cracked with anger, "Does he think a bastard can spend his whole life holed up in this villa?"

"Can't you follow them? Can't you corner them? Can't you think of a way?"

The man didn't dare to look up: "Young Master Cong, it seems he hasn't been staying at Huateng lately. Our people haven't seen him go back."

"Then continue the investigation!"

Shen Cong gritted his teeth, "I want him to suffer! I want him to kneel before me and beg for my life!"

"He robbed my hospital, he stole my woman, and now he even dares to sabotage my father's business!"

"If you can't even handle this simple matter, don't ever come back to see me!"

Outside the door, Jiang Huan stopped in her tracks, her expression gradually turning cold.

Before she arrived, she thought that since Shen Cong was ill, she should not speak too harshly.

But now it seems he doesn't deserve any sympathy at all.

Lying in his hospital bed, he was still thinking about finding someone to deal with Shen Ze.

This isn't just pitifully sick; it's hopelessly rotten.

Jiang Huan pushed open the door and went in.

In the ward, Shen Cong leaned against the headboard, his face pale and his hand still had an acupuncture needle, but his domineering spirit was still there.

Two men were standing by the bed. Hearing the noise, they immediately lowered their heads and stepped aside.

The moment Shen Cong saw Jiang Huan, the anger on his face instantly turned into anticipation.

"sister!"

He propped himself up and looked behind her. "Where's Binglan? Didn't she come with you?"

Jiang Huan closed the door: "She won't come."

Shen Cong's expectant expression froze: "What do you mean?"

Jiang Huan walked to the bedside and looked at him: "Shen Cong, I came here today to make things clear."

Shen Cong frowned: "Sis, don't talk about that now. Did you see Binglan? She's still angry with me, isn't she?"

"I did act impulsively that day, but I really like her."

"Please tell her for me that as long as she's willing to come see me, I'll do whatever she says from now on."

Jiang Huan felt a chill run down her spine.

Even now, he still believes that Yu Binglan didn't come simply because she was angry.

"Shen Cong, stop bothering Yu Binglan."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was very direct: "She has someone she likes."

Shen Cong looked up abruptly: "Who?"

Jiang Huan looked at him: "Shen Ze."

The ward fell silent.

Shen Cong seemed not to understand, and after a few seconds chuckled, "Who did you say? Shen Ze?"

"right."

"impossible!"

Shen Cong suddenly raised his voice, "How could Yu Binglan possibly like Shen Ze? She only knew him when she was a child; she's just nostalgic!"

Jiang Huan frowned: "Don't fool yourself. I saw them interacting with my own eyes yesterday."

"The way Binglan looks at Shen Ze is not that of an ordinary friend."

"Besides, Shen Ze isn't the kind of person you think he is. He's more mature, more outstanding, and more worthy of her affection than you."

These words were like a slap in the face to Shen Cong.

Shen Cong's face flushed instantly, his chest heaving violently: "Sis, you're taking his side too?"

"You're my sister!"

"You won't help me, but you'll help that bastard instead?"

Jiang Huan's face turned completely cold: "Shen Cong, watch your manners."

Why should I be careful?

Shen Cong gripped the blanket tightly. "You're all like this!"

"Yu Binglan took a liking to him, and you praised him too. My dad now regrets not raising him properly back then."

"Ultimately, isn't it just because he's rich now?"

"Fengsheng Group, Shue Yan Hospital, Caesars Hotel, Huateng Villas, right?"

"You're all sycophants!"

Jiang Huan laughed in exasperation: "You think Binglan and I need his little bit of money?"

"Then why are you all on his side?"

Shen Cong gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment, "When I was pursuing Bing Lan, you all said I had a chance."

"Now that Shen Ze has appeared, you've all changed."

"Why? Why does he always get the upper hand over me?"

Jiang Huan looked at him, her disappointment completely overwhelming any remaining affection.

"He would never use his car or public opinion to force a woman to submit."

"Because when his mother was seriously ill, he was able to give up a better university and stay in Shanghai to take care of her."

"Even though he suffered so much, he didn't blame his incompetence on others like you do."

Shen Cong's breath hitched.

Jiang Huan continued, "Shen Cong, what you should be doing right now is not pestering Bing Lan, nor thinking about how to harm Shen Ze."

"You should rest and recover, reflect on your actions, and think about why you ended up like this."

"That's enough!"

Shen Cong suddenly waved his hand, sweeping the water glass on the bedside table onto the floor.

With a bang, the glass shattered all over the floor.