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

Now that Shen Cong is sick, they have finally remembered that he is still alive.

It wasn't out of guilt or family affection, but simply because his bone marrow might be useful.

Shen Ze slowly loosened his grip on the chopsticks and placed them on the shoe cabinet next to him.

"So, you came to see me today so that I could save Shen Cong?"

Shen Jianjun immediately said, "I'm not asking you to save him for nothing. You and Congcong are brothers, so saving him is the right thing to do. Of course, I will also compensate you."

"should?"

Shen Ze repeated himself, his voice frighteningly soft, "When my mother died, why didn't you think you should have come?"

Shen Jianjun's face turned pale: "What's past is past."

"make life difficult for."

Shen Ze stared at him, saying each word clearly, "What's past with you is past with me."

No one spoke in the hallway.

Aunt Wang's eyes reddened as she watched Shen Ze's retreating figure.

The old neighbors have all seen how Xu Ying has managed to get through these years.

The woman sold vegetables during the day and took care of her child at night. Later, she became so sick that her face turned pale, but she still couldn't bear to buy good food.

Shen Jianjun became successful back then, but he never came back to visit.

Now he brings his new wife home and immediately asks for bone marrow.

Who wouldn't be heartbroken?

Sun Mei couldn't listen anymore; all she could think about was Shen Cong: "Shen Ze, don't bring your mother into this!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Ze's expression changed instantly.

Sun Mei, oblivious to the situation, grew increasingly agitated: "What does what happened back then have to do with Congcong? Congcong is innocent!"

"He's lying in the hospital waiting for his life to be saved. As his older brother, can you really just stand by and watch him die?"

Shen Ze looked at her and said, "I told you, I don't have a younger brother."

"you!"

Sun Mei trembled with anger, "How can you be so cold-blooded? It's just asking you to donate bone marrow, it's not like I'm going to kill you!"

Shen Ze sneered: "Just because you're not asking for my life, does that mean I should agree? Did you even ask me if I was willing before you came here?"

Shen Jianjun said in a deep voice, "Aren't we here to discuss this with you?"

"discuss?"

Shen Ze glanced at the two people at the door. "You two blocked my door first thing in the morning, asking me to go to the hospital, but you wouldn't even tell me the truth. Is this what you call discussing things?"

Shen Jianjun's face turned ugly after what he said; he had become accustomed to giving orders over the years.

In the company, if he says one word, his subordinates will immediately carry it out.

At dinner parties, when he raises his glass, everyone has to give him face.

But this son in front of him wouldn't give him any way out.

Shen Jianjun, suppressing his anger, said, "Shen Ze, I know you harbor resentment."

"But now is the time to save lives. How much money do you want? I can give it to you."

Upon hearing the word "money," Sun Mei seemed to realize something and immediately replied, "Yes, isn't that what you need—money?"

"Living in this run-down place, eating instant noodles, and just working as an ordinary office worker."

"As long as you're willing to get tested and save Congcong, we won't treat you unfairly."

Shen Ze didn't say anything.

Sun Mei assumed he was interested, and her tone immediately became somewhat condescending: "Five million, is that enough?"

The hallway erupted in chaos.

"Five million?"

"My God, so much money!"

"How many lifetimes would it take to earn that much?"

The neighbors looked at each other in bewilderment.

Five million is an astronomical figure for people in an old neighborhood like Anpingli.

Aunt Wang was also stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look at Shen Ze.

Seeing these reactions, Sun Mei finally felt a little more confident.

She raised her chin: "Shen Ze, you should know what five million means to you. You might not earn that much even if you worked your whole life."

"With this money, you can buy a new house and live a better life."

Shen Jianjun looked at Shen Ze and said, "Xiao Ze, as long as you cooperate, the money will be in place immediately."

Shen Ze suddenly laughed, a short laugh that sent chills down one's spine.

"How much do you think my mother's life is worth?"

Shen Jianjun frowned: "Don't try to be unreasonable."

"Five million?"

Shen Ze took a step forward. "Still fifty million?"

Shen Jianjun's face darkened considerably: "Regarding Xu Ying, I admit I've wronged her in some ways. But now is not the time to bring up the past."

"If we don't bring up old grievances, what else is there to bring up?"

Shen Ze's voice finally betrayed his anger: "So, your youngest son is sick, and I, your eldest son whom you abandoned for fifteen years, should be grateful and save him?"

"You come to my door with five million, thinking I'm poor, that I eat instant noodles, that I'll kneel down to collect the money?"

With each word he spoke, Shen Jianjun's face grew more and more unpleasant.

Sun Mei, however, felt her thoughts had been exposed and became furious: "Isn't that right? Don't pretend to be so high and mighty!"

"Wasn't your mother incompetent back then, which is why she ended up like that?"

"If she had been smarter and let go sooner, things wouldn't have come to this—"

Snapped!

A crisp sound rang out in the narrow stairwell.

Sun Mei was knocked to the side by the blow, her high heels twisted, and she fell to the ground in a disheveled state.

She covered her face, not reacting for a long time.

The hallway was completely quiet.

Aunt Wang almost dropped the vegetable basket in her hand.

The old man at the top of the stairs had his mouth open, and the bird in the cage fluttered twice, but he didn't even notice.

The person behind the crack in the door next door gasped: "They hit him?"

"They really fought!"

"That was a really hard slap..."

Shen Jianjun was also stunned; he hadn't expected Shen Ze to make a move.

In his memory, Shen Ze was still that little boy who stood silently at the door.

Even when he grows up, he'll just be an ordinary employee with no money or connections.

But that slap was too fast and too hard.

Shen Ze is much taller than Sun Mei. He lives alone year-round, carrying things, doing housework, and taking the subway to work. His shoulders and back are not exaggerated, but they are very strong.

After that slap, half of Sun Mei's face visibly swelled up.

Sun Mei finally came to her senses and screamed, "Shen Ze! How dare you hit me!"

She struggled to get up, her tears and makeup smeared together, looking utterly disheveled and no longer resembling a noblewoman.

"You little beast! How dare you hit me!"

"I'm going to ruin you! I'm going to make sure you can't survive in Shanghai!"

Shen Ze looked down at her, his eyes as cold as ice: "If you insult my mother again, I'll hit you again."

Sun Mei froze, startled by his gaze.

She was clearly furious, but for a moment, she didn't dare to utter the name Xu Ying again.

Shen Jianjun's face turned ashen, and he immediately helped Sun Mei up: "Shen Ze, you've gone too far!"

Shen Ze looked at him: "When she was cursing my mother, why didn't you say it was excessive?"

Shen Jianjun was breathing heavily.

The neighbors in the hallway were still watching.

He valued his reputation above all else, but at this moment he felt as if someone had publicly humiliated him.

Sun Mei leaned against him, covering her face and crying out, "Jianjun! Did you see that?"

"He hit me! He actually hit me! When has our Sun family ever suffered such humiliation!"

Shen Jianjun knew, of course, that the Sun family was not to be trifled with.

Back then, he was able to expand his business because, in addition to seizing opportunities himself, the Sun family also contributed a lot.