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

"Confused?"

Shen Ming sneered, "He's a spendthrift."

"For so many years, you've poured all your resources into him, but what has he given you in return?"

"He makes a fool of himself when it comes to chasing women, turns investments into disasters, and only causes trouble when it matters most."

"Jianjun, you should start making plans soon."

These words pierced Shen Jianjun's heart like needles. He wanted to refute them, but he couldn't find a single powerful word.

Shen Cong truly disappointed him.

Seeing his pale face, Shen Ming didn't press him further. He simply stood up and said, "Let's go, don't stay cooped up here."

"Let's go to the Caesars Hotel, have a seat, and get something to eat."

Shen Jianjun's heart tightened. The Caesar Hotel was Shen Ze's territory.

He instinctively wanted to refuse, but Shen Ming had already picked up his coat: "What's wrong? Can't you even eat a meal now?"

Shen Jianjun had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow, the car heading towards the Caesars Hotel.

Just as Shen Ming arrived at the hotel entrance and was about to get out of the car, he suddenly saw a black Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly stop in front of the porch.

The hotel greeter immediately stepped forward.

The lobby manager and the person in charge on duty also came out to greet them almost simultaneously.

The car door opened, and Shen Ze got out of the back seat.

As soon as he stood firm, all the senior executives of Caesars Hotel bowed their heads.

"Chairman Shen, welcome back."

Shen Ming stared, his eyes wide with amazement.

"Who is that young man?"

Shen Jianjun's face froze instantly.

Shen Ming stared at the Rolls-Royce behind Shen Ze, and then at the attitude of everyone in the hotel, and couldn't help but sigh, "This car is no ordinary car, it must be worth at least 80 million."

"So young, yet riding in a globally customized Rolls-Royce."

"More importantly, the people at Caesars Hotel treated him with such respect."

He turned to look at Shen Jianjun: "Jianjun, this must be the new manager of Caesars Hotel, right?"

Shen Jianjun felt as if his throat was blocked, and he couldn't say a word.

Shen Ming was still marveling, "Amazing, truly amazing."

"So young, yet he owns a car worth hundreds of millions and can also control a hotel like Caesars, which is worth tens of billions."

"That's what you call a promising young generation."

"Take another look at Shen Cong..."

As Shen Ming was speaking, he suddenly noticed that Shen Jianjun's expression was off.

"What's wrong with you?"

Shen Jianjun lowered his head and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a few words: "His name is Shen Ze."

Shen Ming was taken aback: "Shen Ze?"

He paused for a few seconds, then his expression slowly changed: "Your eldest son?"

Shen Jianjun closed his eyes briefly: "Mmm."

Shen Ming fell completely silent.

He had heard about Shen Jianjun's family affairs before.

He abandoned his first wife and son in his early years, and later married Sun Mei, with whom he had a son named Shen Cong.

He never expected that the young man who was being greeted with such respect by everyone at Caesars Hotel was actually the eldest son whom Shen Jianjun had ignored back then.

Shen Ming watched Shen Ze walk into the hotel, and after a long while, he finally spoke: "So, Fengsheng Group, Shuren Hospital, Caesar Hotel, and all these cars and mansions, they all belong to him?"

Shen Jianjun's face turned ashen: "Yes."

"When Jianjun Group got into trouble, didn't he help you?"

Shen Jianjun shook his head bitterly: "We've already fallen out."

"He hates me."

"I begged him to lend me 600 million, but he refused to give me a single penny."

He said he wanted to see Jianjun Group fall.

After hearing this, Shen Ming's expression gradually turned cold: "Jianjun, are you confused?"

Shen Jianjun kept his head down.

Shen Ming sighed: "You have such an outstanding son, yet you insist on pouring all your energy into Shen Cong."

"A young man who built his empire from scratch and now controls the Caesars Hotel, driving a custom-made Rolls-Royce—if you had treated him and his mother a little better back then, would things be like this today?"

"You're short of money right now, and he won't help you. Who can you blame?"

Shen Jianjun's lips moved slightly: "I didn't know he would..."

"you do not know?"

Shen Ming interrupted him directly, "You're not unaware that he will succeed, you're just not taking him seriously at all."

"You have poor judgment of people, and your choices are even more foolish."

"You're treating Shen Cong, that unruly and spendthrift son, like a precious gem."

"You've left someone like Shen Ze, who is truly capable and has great courage, outside without paying any attention to him."

"Now Shen Cong has lost 1.3 billion, while Shen Ze has assets worth tens of billions."

"It's not that God isn't helping you; it's that you've made a series of mistakes."

Shen Jianjun's face was frighteningly pale.

Shen Ming looked at him, his tone even more somber: "Jianjun, to put it bluntly..."

"You've brought this upon yourself."

The meal ultimately didn't happen. Shen Ming had already shown his kindness by lending the money, but he had also made his point clear.

The two parted on bad terms at the entrance of the Caesars Hotel.

Shen Jianjun sat back in the car, looking at the brightly lit entrance of the Caesars Hotel, and recalled the scene of everyone bowing and greeting Shen Ze when he got out of the car.

It felt like a huge rock was pressing on his chest; regret and resentment surged up, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The scene at the entrance of Caesars Hotel quickly spread within the industry.

"Shen Jianjun was publicly humiliated by his eldest son."

"Shen Cong lost 1.3 billion, while Shen Ze drove an 80 million Rolls-Royce to Caesar Park."

"One squandered the family fortune to the point of near collapse, while the other, young and inexperienced, possessed assets worth billions. The fate of the Shen family is truly ironic."

Similar words kept creeping into Shen Jianjun's ears.

After returning to the Shen family villa, he didn't even take off his coat before his phone kept ringing.

Financial news outlets are writing articles, and investment groups are chatting about them.

Even his former bosses, who used to greet him with smiles, now talk about him behind his back.

Shen Cong has completely disgraced the Shen family this time.

[1.3 billion! Whose young master is spending money like this?]

If Shen Jianjun had brought Shen Ze back and trained him instead, the situation today might be completely different.

When Shen Jianjun saw the last sentence, his fingers clenched tightly.

These words pierced his heart like a needle.

Back then, he only thought that Shen Ze was that son of someone who couldn't be brought into the public eye, and that bringing him back would make Sun Mei unhappy and the Sun family uncomfortable.

But now?

Shen Cong is lying in the hospital, with a deficit of 1.3 billion yuan, dragging Jianjun Group into a quagmire.

Shen Ze lives in Ziyuan and drives a custom-made Rolls-Royce; even the staff at Caesars Hotel bow down to him.

Shen Jianjun felt a tightness and pain in his chest. He grabbed his car keys and rushed to Shanfang Hospital.

Two nurses had just come out of the VIP ward, both looking somewhat embarrassed.

Shen Jianjun frowned: "He's causing trouble again?"

The nurse whispered, "Mr. Shen, Cong Shao... is in a better mood than yesterday."

Are you feeling better?

Shen Jianjun felt a slight sense of relief, but the next second, a woman's sweet laughter came from the ward.

"Young Master Cong, don't take my phone."

"Come here, let me see how your photos turned out."

"Ugh, you're still sick."

Shen Jianjun's expression changed instantly, and he pushed open the ward door.

In the ward, Shen Cong leaned against the headboard, his face still pale with illness, but he was holding a well-dressed young woman in his arms.

The woman was holding a mobile phone with a beauty camera app on the screen.

The bedside table was covered with fruit, desserts, and a pile of luxury bags.

This doesn't look like something that has lost 1.3 billion.

It feels like we're on vacation.