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

Sun Mei gripped the bag strap tightly, her nails almost digging into it.

The driver continued, "But the parents also have problems with their son's behavior."

"If a family is rich but doesn't educate their children properly and spoils them every day, won't they end up raising spendthrift children?"

"Shen Jianjun is really pitiful. He worked hard for half his life, only to have his life wiped out by his son's all-in bet."

"And that mother, I heard she spoils her son terribly, tsk tsk, a doting mother spoils her son."

Sun Mei finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Shut up!"

The driver was startled and looked at her in the rearview mirror: "Ma'am, what's wrong?"

Sun Mei's face turned ashen: "What do you know to spout nonsense like this?"

The driver was also unhappy: "I was just talking about the news, I wasn't talking about you."

"Try saying that again!"

Sun Mei's voice trembled sharply, "Stop the car!"

The driver frowned: "We're not even at the airport yet."

"I told you to stop the car!"

The driver muttered something and pulled the car over to the side of the road.

Sun Mei slammed the car door and got out, standing by the roadside, so angry that she felt dizzy.

She never imagined that one day she would be scolded by an ordinary taxi driver for failing to raise her child properly.

What's even more infuriating is that she couldn't refute it.

In the afternoon, in Longdu.

The Sun Family Manor covers an area of ​​300 acres, with thick walls and a main building that looks like an old, powerful fortress.

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When Sun Mei got out of the car, she felt so overwhelmed that she could hardly breathe.

She was the mistress of the Shen family in Shanghai, a noblewoman whom everyone flattered.

But when she returned to the Sun family, she would always be that daughter who had refused to listen to advice and insisted on marrying him.

In the study.

Grandpa Sun sat behind his mahogany desk, his face frighteningly grim.

Sun Mei stood in front of him, head down, and finished explaining about borrowing money.

The study was quiet for a few seconds, then a teacup slammed heavily onto the table.

"You bastard!"

The patriarch of the Sun family roared, "Thirteen billion! Haven't you and your mother disgraced the Sun family enough?"

Sun Mei's face turned pale: "Grandpa, I have no choice. Jianjun Group really needs funds right now..."

"Why didn't you do this sooner?"

The old master of the Sun family pointed at her, his voice so loud that even the servants outside the study dared not approach.

"What advice did I give you back then?"

"Shen Jianjun has a shallow foundation and a narrow vision, yet you insist on marrying him!"

"You got married, but you raised your son to be like this!"

"Shen Cong has been spoiled rotten by you since he was a child. How many times have I told you to discipline him? Have you ever listened?"

Sun Mei's eyes reddened: "Congcong was tricked by Shen Ze this time..."

"And then push it onto someone else?"

The patriarch of the Sun family sneered angrily, "Did anyone tell him to touch 1.3 billion?"

"Did someone hold his hand and make him buy more shares?"

"Stupid is stupid, useless is useless!"

"No matter how Shen Ze schemes, if Shen Cong himself isn't greedy, would he fall into the trap?"

Sun Mei trembled all over, but dared not utter a single word in response.

The outburst lasted for a full hour.

From ignoring her family's advice back then to indulging Shen Cong.

From the Jianjun Group's short-sightedness to the Sun family being implicated and disgraced by her.

Every word was like a slap in the face.

What she wanted most in her life was the approval of her maternal family.

She wanted to prove that she hadn't married the wrong person, that Shen Jianjun wasn't a good-for-nothing who had climbed the social ladder by clinging to the Sun family, and that her own son was the true heir to a wealthy family.

In the end, she once again utterly disappointed the Sun family in matters of marriage and children's education.

Finally, the patriarch of the Sun family signed the document with a cold face: "Three hundred million, only three hundred million, no more."

Sun Mei suddenly looked up: "Grandpa, three hundred million isn't enough..."

"Then let Shen Jianjun figure it out himself!"

The patriarch of the Sun family retorted angrily, "The Sun family is not the Shen family's money bag!"

Sun Mei's lips trembled, and in the end she could only lower her head and say, "Thank you, Grandpa."

After receiving the funding arrangements, she practically had to support herself as she walked out of the study.

Before they even left the main building, they ran into Sun Xia.

Sun Xia was wearing a custom-made suit, holding a coffee in her hand, with an undisguised sarcasm on her lips.

"Oh, isn't this Mrs. Shen from Shanghai?"

Sun Mei's face darkened: "Sun Xia, I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now."

Sun Xia laughed: "Of course you're not in the mood."

"My son lost 1.3 billion yuan in cryptocurrency trading, my husband's group is on the verge of collapse, and when I went back to my parents' home to borrow money, I was scolded for an hour."

"If I were you, I wouldn't be in the mood either."

Sun Mei was so angry her chest tightened: "Stop gloating here!"

"Am I gloating?"

Sun Xia slowly approached, saying, "I just think it's amazing."

"Didn't you say back then that Shen Jianjun would eventually join the ranks of China's top billionaires?"

"Didn't they say your son, Shen Cong, was born with an air of nobility and would definitely be more successful than our Sun family's children in the future?"

"And now?"

"So ambitious that they'd give away 1.3 billion to the market?"

Sun Mei's face grew paler and paler.

Sun Xia, however, had no intention of letting her off the hook: "1.3 billion, Sun Mei."

Do you know how many companies never earn 1.3 billion in their entire lifespan?

"Your son, on the other hand, just moves his fingers while lying in a hospital bed and the money is all gone."

"This skill is something that ordinary good-for-nothings don't possess."

Sun Mei's vision blurred for a moment: "Shut up!"

Sun Xia sneered, "What, does it sound bad?"

"And there are even harsher things to say: Isn't your Shen family a joke now?"

"Shen Jianjun's deal to cooperate on a 100 billion yuan deal fell through, Shen Cong's cryptocurrency trading resulted in a margin call, while Shen Ze, the son you all looked down on, is doing better and better."

"Sun Mei, you have the best eye for people in your life."

"I lost the choice of husband."

"I've ruined my son."

"Now you have to go back to the Sun family and beg for money, what are you after?"

Sun Mei was so angry that she felt dizzy and her chest tightened.

She stared intently at Sun Xia, her lips trembling for a long time, but she couldn't utter a single word that would save face.

Finally, she could only turn around abruptly and leave in anger.

While Sun Mei was being thoroughly humiliated in Longdu, Shen Jianjun in Shanghai was also nearing his breaking point.

Three hundred million yuan has been deposited into the account. It seems like a lot, but for Jianjun Group at present, it's not even enough to stop the bleeding.

The bank is urging us to provide additional materials, suppliers are calling one after another, and several partners are also starting to request early settlement.

The most troublesome thing is that the group's stock price is still falling.

If the market continues to lose confidence, Jianjun Group will face more than just a shortage of money; the entire credit system will collapse.

Shen Jianjun sat in his office, having not slept all night.

A list of assets was spread out on the table.

Office buildings, factory areas, equity, project companies, and several plots of land acquired in earlier years.

The vice president stood opposite him, his voice low: "President Shen, there aren't many assets that can generate cash quickly."

"Banks are currently unwilling to extend new credit lines, and suppliers are not accepting extensions."

"If we want to get through this month, we need at least 500 million in cash."

Shen Jianjun's eyes were bloodshot: "Five hundred million."

The vice president gritted his teeth: "There's a piece of land that we might be able to sell."

Shen Jianjun looked up, and the deputy general manager pushed the documents over: "The area around Qingnian Road."

Upon hearing these words, Shen Jianjun's fingers suddenly stopped.

The land on Qingnian Road was the piece of land he had the highest hopes for in his early years.

When news of the old city redevelopment first broke, he spent 1 billion yuan to acquire that piece of land.