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

These words sent chills down the spines of the workers nearby.

One of the movers couldn't help but mutter, "That guy's got a really sharp tongue..."

The other person quickly pulled him aside, signaling him to be quiet.

Shen Jianjun frowned as well: "Alright, that's enough."

Sun Mei's words grew increasingly harsh: "What did I say wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

"Shen Ze, now that you have money, you think you can elevate your mother's status? Dream on!"

"She couldn't even enter the Shen family's door in life, and she can forget about benefiting from their influence after death!"

Shen Ze's face gradually darkened.

The cemetery was eerily quiet.

Even the workers who were just working are now afraid to breathe.

Seeing that Shen Ze didn't speak, Sun Mei assumed he was hurt and became even more smug.

Why are you glaring at me?

"Let me tell you, if I hadn't been soft-hearted back then, it's questionable whether you and your mother would even be able to stay in Shanghai!"

"You and your son—"

Snapped!

Before she could finish speaking, a hard slap landed on her face.

The sound was crisp and heavy.

Sun Mei staggered a couple of steps after being hit, and half of her face instantly turned red.

Everyone was stunned.

The porters froze on the spot, the funeral home worker almost dropped his tools, and even Shen Jianjun was stunned.

No one expected that Shen Ze would take action directly.

Sun Mei covered her face and screamed, "You dare hit me?"

Snapped!

Another slap.

This time, Sun Mei was so badly beaten that she lost her balance and almost fell over.

Shen Ze stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and said in a voice as cold as ice.

You can insult me.

"If you dare to insult my mother again, I'll make you kneel down and talk to her today."

Sun Mei's face turned pale with pain, but she still stubbornly retorted, "You little brat—"

Shen Ze raised his hand and pressed down, directly pressing her shoulder and forcibly pushing her in front of the tombstone.

With a thud.

Sun Mei slammed her knees to the ground, her face contorted in pain.

The workers in the cemetery were all dumbfounded.

Some people instinctively took two steps back, while others gasped in shock.

Shen Jianjun then realized what was happening and rushed forward to grab him, shouting, "Shen Ze, are you crazy! Let go!"

Shen Ze turned around and pushed him.

Shen Jianjun was pushed back several steps, almost crashing into the stone platform next to him, and his face changed on the spot.

"Kneel down properly."

Shen Ze pressed down on Sun Mei's nape, pinning her firmly against the tombstone.

"Apologize to my mother."

Sun Mei struggled fiercely, her hair disheveled: "Why should I apologize? Who does she think she is—"

Snapped!

The third slap landed.

Blood seeped from the corner of Sun Mei's mouth; she was completely stunned by the beating.

Shen Ze's voice rang out, one sentence at a time: "Apologize."

"You owe her all these years, so pay back a little bit today."

Looking at the tombstone in front of her, and then at the dumbfounded workers around her, Sun Mei was truly afraid for the first time.

Her face is what she cares about most.

But now, she was forced to kneel in front of a dead man's grave, beaten powerless to fight back, and there were so many people watching.

This is worse than killing her.

"Shen Ze! You'll get your comeuppance!"

"Apologize."

"I don't--"

Shen Ze exerted more force, and Sun Mei screamed in pain as her knees scraped a muddy mark on the ground.

The workers nearby were horrified.

An older funeral home worker swallowed hard and muttered, "That woman has such a foul mouth; she really asked for it..."

The other porter nodded, but didn't dare to raise his voice.

Shen Jianjun was so angry his face turned pale: "I'm calling the police! I'm calling the police right now!"

Shen Ze turned to look at him, his voice frighteningly calm: "You report it."

"This road is a blind spot for surveillance cameras, and there are no cameras around."

"As for them—"

He glanced at the workers present: "I'll pay three times their wages today. Nobody will get into trouble."

The workers immediately lowered their heads, no one spoke, and no one stood up to help Shen Jianjun.

Anyone who heard Sun Mei's mouth just now would be furious.

Now that we're in a cemetery, saying such vicious things is bound to offend people.

Shen Jianjun held his phone, his hands trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He suddenly realized that he really couldn't do anything about Shen Ze.

Sun Mei trembled all over in pain, her face was swollen, and her voice was hoarse: "I...I'm sorry..."

Shen Ze didn't let go: "Explain yourself."

Sun Mei gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face: "I... I shouldn't have scolded her..."

"I was wrong……"

Upon hearing this, Shen Ze slowly released his grip.

Sun Mei was completely broken, slumped on the ground, her hair, clothes, and makeup all in disarray, no longer resembling Mrs. Shen.

Shen Jianjun quickly went over and helped her up, his face ashen.

He looked at Shen Ze, his chest heaving violently, but in the end he could only squeeze out one sentence: "You're ruthless."

Shen Ze stood in front of the tombstone, his voice even colder than his.

"Compared to what my mother suffered, this is nothing."

Shen Jianjun's lips moved, but in the end he didn't say a word in rebuttal.

There are no surveillance cameras here, and the workers won't testify for them.

If we keep making a scene, we'll only lose face.

He could only support the battered and bruised Sun Mei as they walked out step by step.

As Sun Mei walked, she muttered curses under her breath, but her voice clearly lacked confidence.

Only after they had gone far away did the oppressive atmosphere in the cemetery slowly dissipate.

Shen Ze took out a wad of cash from his pocket and handed it to the leading funeral home worker.

"Thank you all. Let's continue with the original procedure."

The craftsman quickly took it, his voice becoming much more respectful: "Mr. Shen, rest assured, we will definitely take care of it."

The workers didn't dare ask any more questions and immediately continued working.

This time, no one dared to be negligent in the slightest.

Upon returning to the Shen family villa, Sun Mei threw her bag on the ground as soon as she entered the door.

"That little bastard Shen Ze, I'll kill him sooner or later!"

Half of her face was swollen so badly that she could barely speak, but her words were still incredibly sharp.

"I shouldn't have made them suffer back then. I should have made them get out of Shanghai, as far away as possible!"

"That woman died too easily; she left behind such a menace—"

"Shut up!"

Shen Jianjun roared suddenly, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

Sun Mei was taken aback by the shout, then became even angrier: "Why are you taking it out on me? I'm the one who got beaten up today!"

"If you weren't such a useless piece of trash who couldn't control him, would I be kneeling before a dead man's grave and suffering this kind of humiliation?"

Shen Jianjun was so angry his chest tightened: "Are you still cursing now?"

"If you hadn't repeatedly pressured and humiliated him, would things have turned out like this?"

Sun Mei screamed on the spot: "Now you're blaming me? Wasn't it you who abandoned them back then? Wasn't it you who disowned this son?"

"You're trying to pin all the blame on me for the mess you created?"

The two argued more and more fiercely.

One was full of resentment, and the other was full of regret; neither was willing to give in.

The semblance of marital decorum that they had barely maintained over the years completely crumbled at this moment.