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

"like."

Upon hearing those two words, Yu Binglan's lips curled into a smile.

She was already in a good mood today, and now she felt even more relaxed.

The two drank coffee and talked.

The atmosphere was very relaxed.

After a while, Yu Binglan suddenly seemed to remember something and looked up at Shen Ze: "Are you free tomorrow?"

"What's up?"

"Come with me to see my dad."

Shen Ze paused for a moment, his coffee cup still in his hand.

Yu Binglan couldn't help but laugh at his reaction: "Those times at Ziyuan and the auction weren't considered formal."

"And these past few days, since he's had some free time, he's started picking out blind dates for me, looking through their profiles more carefully than he would a merger or acquisition deal."

"If I don't stop him, he could screen all the talented young people in the country."

Shen Ze asked, "How do you plan to introduce me?"

Yu Binglan answered without hesitation: "Boyfriend."

Her words were so natural that they made Shen Ze fall silent for a second.

Yu Binglan immediately stared at him: "What, you don't want to?"

"willing."

Shen Ze looked at her. "I'll go tomorrow."

Yu Binglan's smile deepened: "Then it's settled."

At the same time, in Yu Yehua's study.

On the table lay a pile of information on promising young talents, from their family background and education to their assets and resumes, compiled in more detail than any corporate due diligence.

Yu Yehua, wearing glasses, stared at the screen for a long time, his brows furrowing more and more deeply.

"This is too superficial, this is unstable."

"He's alright looking, but not very bright."

He put down one document and was just about to take another when the door was pushed open.

Yu Binglan walked in: "Dad, still picking and choosing?"

Yu Yehua looked up at her: "What can I do if I don't choose? You yourself don't care."

"Among these people, you have to choose one that you find pleasing to the eye."

Yu Binglan walked over and snatched the documents from his hand: "Don't bother choosing."

Yu Yehua was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Yu Binglan looked at him and said decisively, "I have a boyfriend."

With a snap.

Yu Yehua dropped his pen onto the table: "What did you say?"

I said, "I have a boyfriend."

Yu Binglan repeated herself, her ears burning slightly, but her tone remained steady: "I'll bring him to see you tomorrow."

Yu Yehua stared at her for several seconds.

The news came so suddenly that even someone as used to big events as him was a little taken aback.

"When did this happen?"

"recent."

"Which kid is it?"

You'll find out tomorrow.

Yu Yehua was speechless for a moment after hearing her words, but after the silence, he couldn't help but feel curious.

For her daughter, who has ridiculously high standards and an incredibly strong sense of self, to willingly acknowledge her boyfriend, he must be no ordinary person.

He originally wanted to press for more information, but judging from Yu Binglan's demeanor, she clearly didn't intend to reveal the truth beforehand.

"OK."

Yu Yehua leaned back in his chair, his words calm, but his mind was racing.

"Bring him tomorrow. I want to see who can take you down."

On the other side, in the special needs ward of Shanfang Hospital.

Shen Cong lay on the hospital bed, his face frighteningly gloomy.

On the other end of the phone, the subordinate reported in a low voice, "Young Master Cong, that bastard has been found."

"That's the guy who kept trying to get you to leverage your investments, saying that Bitcoin could go even higher."

"The person is currently in the west of the city."

Shen Cong's eyes suddenly hardened.

In the past few days, he has been scolded, beaten, and made a laughing stock by the whole city.

The 1.3 billion yuan deficit was like a mountain, pressing down on him so much that he couldn't even breathe.

And the person who led him into this mess actually wants to live a peaceful life?

"Cripple him."

Shen Cong gritted his teeth and forced out each word: "Break your legs and seal your mouth shut too."

"I'm losing so much money, why should he have an easy time?"

The subordinate immediately replied, "Understood, Young Master Cong."

Even after the call ended, Shen Cong's chest was still heaving violently.

He doesn't have the ability to confront Shen Ze right now, but he still needs to find someone to vent his anger on.

That person is the best target.

It was evening, by a secluded roadside.

A man covered in blood stumbled out of the alley, followed by several figures wielding sticks.

"stop!"

"Damn it, you dare to run away?"

The man turned pale with fright, his legs gave way, and he fell right into the middle of the road.

Just then, two bright headlights shone over.

The black Rolls-Royce came to a sudden stop.

When the people behind saw the car and then looked at the surveillance camera at the intersection, they clearly hesitated.

"Walk!"

Someone shouted.

The group turned and ran, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Shen Ze pushed open the car door, got out, and walked up to the man.

The other person's face was covered in blood, and he was breathing rapidly. He gripped his trouser leg tightly as if it were the last straw.

"Help...help me..."

"Shen Cong... Shen Cong is going to kill me..."

He fainted after saying just one sentence.

Shen Ze frowned and immediately made a phone call, asking Shuren Hospital to open an emergency green channel.

Twenty minutes later, the person was wheeled into the emergency room.

While the doctor was treating the wound, the man was talking incoherently while unconscious.

"Young Master Cong... please don't hit me..."

"I didn't take any extra money..."

"It was your own insistence that you added to your position..."

The nurses were all stunned.

Shen Ze stood outside the ward, his expression unchanged, but he had already made his judgment.

It wasn't until late at night that the man finally woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he was first stunned, then as if he remembered something, his whole body began to tremble.

"Where are they? Have they caught up with us?"

Shen Ze sat on the edge of the bed, his voice calm: "This is Shuren Hospital, no one can touch you here."

"If you want to live, speak your mind."

The man looked at Shen Ze, his throat bobbing.

After a long while, he finally confessed everything, as if he had completely resigned himself to his fate.

He originally worked in the cryptocurrency circle, specializing in luring wealthy people into the market by providing trading signals, calling out price movements, and hyping up trends, earning commissions and a cut of the profits.

A while ago, Shen Cong was eager to prove himself, so he set his sights on this big fish.

"I told him back then that the market would continue to surge, and as long as he dared to leverage, doubling his money was not a dream."

"He was even greedier than I thought. I didn't need to persuade him much; he just started throwing money at it himself."

"When he lost money later, he didn't blame himself, but blamed me for setting him up."

The man's lips trembled as he spoke.

"I thought he was just looking for a score to settle, but I never expected he would actually kill me to silence me."

"Those people tonight were arranged by him."

"If you hadn't saved me, I would be dead by now."

Shen Ze asked, "Where's the evidence?"

The man, as if prepared beforehand, immediately replied, "Yes, I have it!"

"I was afraid he would turn on me, so I backed up all the chat logs, transfer records, and voice messages."

"The recording of the phone call he made to me today is also in my phone's cloud drive."

"I'll tell you the password, I'll give you everything."

As he spoke, his hands trembled, but he managed to utter the password and backup account.