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

People in the group started tagging him like crazy.

[@Zheng Yuansheng, Old Zheng is awesome!]

He was the only one who warned of the risks yesterday.

We all laughed at him for being a coward, but it turns out he's the real boss.

[Brother Zheng, from now on, whatever you say you want to buy, I'll buy it for you.]

Zheng Yuansheng felt no pride whatsoever as he looked at these messages.

He knew very well that he didn't have a good eye for talent.

He's not some kind of investment genius.

If Shen Ze hadn't reminded him at the meal at the Caesars Hotel, he definitely wouldn't have been willing to clear out the stock yesterday.

They might even do what others in the group do: continue to buy more shares during the final frenzy.

Zheng Yuansheng held his phone and let out a long breath.

At that moment, he felt nothing but relief.

In the special needs ward of Shanfang Hospital, Shen Jianjun cried until his voice became hoarse.

He sat in the chair, his hands covering his face, his shoulders shaking.

Shen Ze's words, "Then let it fall," were like a nail, driven deep into his heart.

Jianjun Group is the greatest pride of his life.

He rose from an ordinary person to a well-known entrepreneur in Shanghai, relying on the resources of the Sun family and his own relentless expansion over the years.

He once thought that as long as the multi-billion dollar cooperation was finalized, he would be able to truly stand among the top wealthy people in China.

But now, the cooperation is over, and the working capital is gone too.

Even the last person they could turn to had shut the door shut.

Shen Jianjun suddenly raised his hand and swept the water glass on the table to the ground.

boom!

Glass shattered all over the floor.

Sun Mei turned pale with fright: "Jianjun..."

"Don't call me!"

Shen Jianjun suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot. "You still have the nerve to call me that?"

Sun Mei's lips trembled: "I did it all for Congcong..."

"For him?"

Shen Jianjun pointed at Shen Cong on the hospital bed, his voice cracking, "Look at the fine son you raised!"

"1.3 billion! A full 1.3 billion!"

"He used the group's last available funds to speculate in cryptocurrency, and lost it all!"

"If he were just an ordinary spendthrift, that would be one thing, but he insists on thinking he's a genius and that he can turn things around!"

Shen Cong lay on the hospital bed, his face pale. His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The slap on my face is still burning, but what hurts even more than my face are the string of margin call records.

1.3 billion – the final fate of Jianjun Group.

He used to think that all he lacked was opportunity.

Shen Ze was able to get up because of good luck.

Yu Binglan doesn't like him; she has no taste.

Jiang Huan's statement that he was inferior to Shen Ze was biased.

But now, those glaring numbers in the trading software are like a kick that jolted him awake from his dream.

His so-called overnight success ultimately became a laughing stock in Shanghai.

Instead of proving himself, he cemented the label of "spoiled brat" on his reputation.

He is not as good as Shen Ze, or even as good as an ordinary person.

Even the most incompetent ordinary person wouldn't throw 1.3 billion yuan into a hole.

Shen Cong's throat tightened, and his fingers gripped the blanket tightly.

Looking at him like this, Shen Jianjun felt no pity, only disappointment.

That disappointment was heavier than anger.

He slowly stood up, picked up his coat, and didn't want to say another word.

Sun Mei rushed forward in a panic: "Jianjun, where are you going?"

Shen Jianjun stopped at the door but didn't turn around: "Go home."

Sun Mei asked anxiously, "What about Congcong..."

Shen Jianjun's voice was chillingly cold: "Don't mention him to me."

After saying that, he pushed the door open and left.

He didn't look at Shen Cong even once more from beginning to end.

After the ward door closed, Shen Cong felt as if all his bones had been removed.

He stared at the doorway, his lips trembling. "Mom, does Dad... not want me anymore?"

Sun Mei felt a pang in her heart and instinctively wanted to comfort him.

But the words just wouldn't come out.

Because she was disappointed too.

Utter disappointment.

She grew up in the Sun family and cared most about her reputation, and wanted to prove herself the most.

Back then, she insisted on marrying Shen Jianjun, and many people in the Sun family looked down on her, saying that she had low standards and that Shen Jianjun was just a man who was trying to climb the social ladder by marrying into the Sun family.

She is not convinced.

She poured all her resources, connections, and face into Shen Jianjun.

Later, they placed all their hopes on Shen Cong.

She spoiled him, pampered him, and indulged him.

Shen Cong wanted a luxury car, and she gave it to him.

Shen Cong needed projects, and she helped him.

Shen Cong's pursuit of Yu Binglan failed, so she helped him find connections and pave the way for him.

Even though Shen Cong made a fool of himself time and time again, she always felt that her son was just not grown up yet.

But this time, with a deficit of 1.3 billion yuan right in front of her, she could no longer deceive herself.

She really spoiled her son.

So bad that they don't even know their own limitations, so bad that they dare to gamble with the entire Jianjun Group.

Sun Mei sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes red, but she didn't hug and comfort Shen Cong like she used to.

She simply said in a low voice, "You should rest first."

Shen Cong panicked: "Mom, are you blaming me too?"

Sun Mei looked at him for a long time before saying, "Congcong, you've really disappointed me this time."

Shen Cong's face turned pale instantly.

These words hurt even more than Shen Jianjun's slap.

Sun Mei didn't say anything more; she didn't dare go far.

Shen Cong has suffered such a huge shock, and his body hasn't recovered yet; she's afraid he might do something rash.

That night, she stayed in the next ward.

The nurses came to check on him several times, and although Shen Cong was in low spirits, he didn't cause any more trouble.

Sun Mei peeked through the crack in the door several times to make sure he was just lying there in a daze before she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But she didn't sleep all night, her phone kept popping up with messages that Jianjun Group's stock price had plummeted.

The supplier is pressing for payment, and the bank is requesting additional explanations.

Financial news outlets have begun investigating Shen Cong's alleged misappropriation of funds for cryptocurrency trading.

Some of the headlines were so offensive that she wanted to smash her phone.

Shanghai tycoon gambles away 1.3 billion yuan in cryptocurrency.

Jianjun Group faces a cash crunch; internal strife escalates among Shen family father and son.

Former Young Master Shen makes another fool of himself, his reputation as a spendthrift playboy confirmed.

Every word felt like a knife; Sun Mei gripped her phone so tightly that the veins on the back of her hand bulged out.

The next morning.

Shen Cong finally fell asleep, and the readings on the monitor stabilized.

The doctor said in a low voice, "Ms. Sun, the patient is fine for now, but she just needs to avoid any further stimulation."

Sun Mei nodded, her voice hoarse: "I know."

She stood outside the ward watching Shen Cong for a while, then gritted her teeth and turned away.

She had to go to Longdu to borrow money from the Sun family.

This was the last thing she wanted to do, but now she had no choice.

The taxi drove to the airport.

The driver was a talkative middle-aged man, and the car radio was playing financial news.

"Jianjun Group is affected by the cryptocurrency crash, and the risks associated with its financial chains continue to escalate..."

Upon hearing this, the driver immediately perked up: "Wow, everyone in Shanghai is talking about this now."

"The son of the chairman of Jianjun Group is really outrageous."

"1.3 billion! To invest in cryptocurrency? That's insane!"

Sun Mei sat in the back row, her face gradually darkening.

The driver, completely oblivious, became increasingly excited as he spoke: "Let me tell you, these rich kids have never experienced hardship."

"Ordinary people know to be frugal when they earn three thousand yuan, but he's throwing 1.3 billion yuan into it like it's game currency."

"And what happened? You lost everything, didn't you?"

"If you ask me, this kind of person is just stupid; they have no ability but love to pretend."