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

Shen Ze's fingers tightened slightly, and Yu Binglan also looked at her father.

Yu Yehua said in a deep voice, "I will have someone investigate this matter secretly."

"From today onwards, the Yu family will no longer give Shen Jianjun and Sun Mei any face."

"If they dare to come begging to me, I won't even let them in the door."

"With the Shen family's mess, the Yu family will completely despise Shen Jianjun and Sun Mei's family from now on."

……

In the hospital ward, the curtains were half drawn.

Shen Jianjun leaned against the headboard, his face ashen, his lips cracked, and he looked as if all his energy had been drained away.

He has barely slept a full night in the past two days.

The stock price of Jianjun Group plummeted, projects were halted, suppliers blocked the gates, and banks were increasingly reported to be withdrawing loans.

The messages his secretary sent every hour felt like knives stabbing into his chest.

Sun Mei sat beside her, her eyes red and swollen, holding a stack of asset lists she had compiled.

"Jianjun, why don't you rest for another day?"

Her voice was hoarse and visibly tired: "The doctor said you can't take any more stress. You vomited blood yesterday, and you look so pale now, so don't go today."

Shen Jianjun closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling slowly.

Several seconds passed before he opened his eyes, his voice hoarse: "A day off?"

Sun Mei quickly replied, "Just one day. Once you've recovered, we'll go see Yu Yehua again tomorrow."

"tomorrow?"

Shen Jianjun suddenly laughed, a laugh more painful than a grimace: "Have you ever calculated how much money the group loses every day?"

Sun Mei's face turned pale. Shen Jianjun sat up straight, supporting himself on the edge of the bed, the veins on the back of his hands bulging: "For every point the stock price drops, a large portion of the market value evaporates."

"Once the bank officially withdraws the loan, the suppliers will immediately swarm in."

"If the construction site is shut down for even a day, the penalty for breach of contract, interest, labor costs, and materials will all be burning through money."

"You want me to wait a day?"

He became increasingly anxious as he spoke, when suddenly his throat tickled, and he coughed violently: "Cough! Cough cough!"

Startled, Sun Mei quickly supported him, crying, "Jianjun!"

Shen Jianjun clutched his chest, coughing so hard that the veins on his neck bulged out, and his face turned purple.

The caregiver next to him quickly handed him water, and Sun Mei took the cup and carefully fed it to his lips.

Shen Jianjun took a sip and it took him a while to catch his breath.

Seeing him like this, Sun Mei almost burst into tears: "How can you ask for help in this state?"

Shen Jianjun leaned against the headboard, breathing heavily: "If we don't go, we can only wait to die."

After those words, Sun Mei was speechless.

She knew that Shen Jianjun was telling the truth; what Jianjun Group needed most right now was cash.

Another criminal case has broken out at Shen Cong's place, and everyone outside is avoiding them.

There are very few people in Shanghai who can come up with a large amount of cash and have the ability to take over the mortgaged assets.

Yu Yehua is the only door that can still be pried open.

Even if the chances are slim, we have to go.

Shen Jianjun looked at the stack of documents beside the bed and said in a low, fierce voice, "Bring everything you can as collateral."

"The revenue rights of the commercial complex, the mortgage rights of several plots of land for backup, and the equity of those two projects under construction."

"As long as Yu Yehua is willing to lend me money, I'll accept a higher interest rate."

Sun Mei bit her lip: "But Yu Yehua is a difficult person to talk to."

Shen Jianjun's eyelids twitched; he knew, of course, that it was inappropriate to speak.

Back when Jianjun Group was at its peak, he and Yu Yehua could chat and laugh together at parties.

But things are different now.

He went there to borrow money, bringing a bunch of shrunken assets with him, begging for help.

For Shen Jianjun, this was even more painful than being slapped in public.

But he no longer has the right to talk about face. No matter how important face is, it is not as important as Jianjun Group.

He threw back the covers and forced himself out of bed: "Get the car ready."

Sun Mei quickly helped him up: "Jianjun!"

"Stop trying to persuade me."

Shen Jianjun gritted his teeth, his voice barely audible as he said, "I'd kneel before Yu Yehua today if it meant saving the company."

Sun Mei's heart skipped a beat. Having known Shen Jianjun for so many years, she knew better than anyone how much this man cared about his image.

The fact that he could say something like that shows that Jianjun Group has truly been pushed to the brink.

The caregiver watched from the side, unable to help but lower her head.

When Xu Ying was seriously ill, she dragged her ailing body around, setting up stalls and doing odd jobs to raise money for Shen Ze's tuition and medical expenses.

At that time, Shen Jianjun didn't feel sorry for her, and neither did Sun Mei.

Now that it's Shen Jianjun's turn to cough like this, Sun Mei keeps saying that his health is the most important thing.

Some people are not saddened by the suffering itself, but by who suffers it.

After Shen Jianjun changed his clothes, Sun Mei straightened his collar.

He was still wearing a suit, but he could no longer maintain that dignified appearance.

He put on his tie, but his face was as pale as if he had just gotten out of a hospital bed.

When he left the ward, Shen Jianjun's steps were still a little unsteady.

Sun Mei helped him, and the two walked towards the elevator.

As she passed by the emergency room, Sun Mei suddenly stopped.

Investigators were guarding the door to the ward, and Shen Cong's figure could be vaguely seen lying on the bed inside.

Sun Mei's tears welled up instantly: "Jianjun..."

Her voice trembled: "Let's go in and see Cong'er."

Shen Jianjun paused, his face instantly darkening.

Sun Mei said in a low voice, "He is, after all, our son. Now that he is so sick and being watched by the police, he must be scared."

"Afraid?"

Shen Jianjun abruptly turned to look at her, his eyes filled with barely suppressed anger: "He knows fear too?"

Sun Mei was startled: "Jianjun..."

Shen Jianjun lowered his voice, but his tone was frighteningly harsh: "If he hadn't embezzled the group's money to speculate in cryptocurrency and lost over a billion, would Jianjun Group have been forced into this situation?"

"If he hadn't hired someone to injure someone, would the whole of Shanghai have known about it?"

"Stock prices evaporated, cash flow dried up, banks withdrew loans, land was sold at low prices, and Zhao Wenxuan seized the opportunity!"

"Which of these incidents, each and every one of them, is unrelated to him?"

Sun Mei's face turned pale. She wanted to defend Shen Cong, but found herself speechless.

Shen Jianjun looked at the ward door, his eyes filled with disgust: "I was really blind before, raising him as my successor."

"More trouble than it's worth."

"Besides being a burden to me, what else can he do?"

Sun Mei's lips trembled: "He's just young and made a mistake..."

"Making a mistake?"

Shen Jianjun sneered: "The mistakes he made are enough to drag the entire Shen family to their graves."

"Seeing him now annoys me more than seeing Shen Ze."

Sun Mei froze, she never expected Shen Jianjun to say such a thing.

In the past, Shen Cong was his darling, the heir he had personally groomed, while Shen Ze was the son he least wanted to mention.

But now, Shen Cong has ruined Jianjun Group to this extent that even Shen Jianjun can't stand it anymore.

Shen Jianjun didn't look at the ward anymore, turned around and left: "Don't waste time."

Sun Mei stood there, tears streaming down her face, but she could only grit her teeth and follow.