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

The driver had already brought the car over to the hospital entrance.

The secretary placed the asset documents in the back seat and whispered, "President Shen, Chairman Yu hasn't made an appointment yet."

Shen Jianjun got into the car and closed his eyes briefly: "I'll call you when we get downstairs."

What he's afraid of now isn't not having an appointment, but that Yu Yehua will reject him before the phone call is even over.

The car drove out of the hospital and headed straight for Yu Yehua's residence.

Throughout the journey, Shen Jianjun leaned back in his seat, his face looking frighteningly pale.

Sun Mei, sitting beside him, cautiously asked, "Jianjun, do you think Yu Yehua will lend it?"

Shen Jianjun did not answer immediately. After a long while, he slowly said, "Yu Yehua has plenty of cash flow."

"Over the past few years, he has been involved in high-end supermarkets, membership warehousing, and urban distribution, and his cash reserves have remained healthy."

"And unlike others, he doesn't just look at short-term rumors."

"If we offer enough collateral, he might be tempted."

Hearing this, Sun Mei felt a little more at ease: "That's good."

Shen Jianjun looked out the window, his voice filled with barely suppressed envy: "Yu Yehua has been so steady all these years."

"We haven't been reckless or expanded haphazardly, and we have a large amount of cash on hand."

"The more chaotic the market is now, the more confident people like him become."

Sun Mei said in a low voice, "The Yu family is indeed wealthy."

Shen Jianjun suddenly remembered something, and his expression became complicated again: "If Cong'er could marry Yu Binglan..."

Sun Mei was taken aback.

Shen Jianjun seemed to be caught in some kind of fleeting fantasy: "Yu Yehua only has one daughter."

"If Yu Binglan really joins the Shen family, the Yu family's resources, cash flow, and channels can all be integrated with Jianjun Group."

"Don't even mention this current crisis, we can patch up even the biggest hole."

Sun Mei's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, but the next second, both of them fell silent.

Shen Cong? Marrying Yu Binglan?

The idea seemed ridiculous as soon as it popped into my head.

They used to think that Shen Cong was the heir of the Shen family and was good enough for anyone.

But now?

Shen Cong lost over a billion yuan, hired someone to commit assault, illegally detained someone, and is now being held by the police in a hospital.

How could a woman like Yu Binglan possibly be interested in him?

The illusion on Shen Jianjun's face gradually faded, leaving only bitterness: "Never mind."

"In his current state, he's not even worthy of carrying Yu Binglan's shoes."

Sun Mei opened her mouth, but in the end, she didn't refute it.

Even if she favored Shen Cong, she couldn't bring herself to say that Shen Cong was worthy of Yu Binglan.

The car quieted down, and after more than half an hour, it stopped downstairs at Yu Yehua's residence.

Shen Jianjun straightened his suit, took a deep breath, and took out his phone.

His finger hovered over Yu Yehua's number, hesitating to press it.

Sun Mei looked at him: "Jianjun?"

Shen Jianjun closed his eyes and finally dialed the number. The phone rang a few times before being answered.

At this moment, in the living room upstairs.

Yu Yehua and Shen Ze were sitting at the tea table. The tea had just been refilled, and its aroma was slowly spreading.

Yu Binglan went to the study to deal with a company call, leaving only the two of them in the living room.

Yu Yehua looked at Shen Ze, becoming more and more satisfied: "Little Shen, Binglan told me that you originally had the opportunity to study at a prestigious university in another city?"

Shen Ze picked up his teacup and nodded: "Yes, I have."

Why didn't you go later?

My mother is in poor health.

Shen Ze said calmly, "At that time, she couldn't be separated from someone. If I left, she wouldn't have been able to manage on her own."

After hearing this, Yu Yehua paused for a moment in his teacup.

As a father, what he values ​​most is whether a man has a sense of responsibility.

Many young people talk a good game, but when it comes to real trouble, they run away faster than anyone else.

Shen Ze was so young then, yet he was able to give up the opportunity to attend a prestigious university and stay in the local area to take care of his sick mother.

This cannot be summed up in a simple phrase like filial piety; it's a sense of responsibility ingrained in one's very being.

Yu Yehua nodded, his tone serious: "It's not easy to make such a choice at that age."

"I feel at ease with Binglan by your side."

Shen Ze put down his teacup: "Uncle Yu, don't worry, I will treat her well."

Just as Yu Yehua was about to speak, his phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and frowned immediately.

Three words appeared on the screen: Shen Jianjun.

Yu Yehua's smile vanished instantly. Shen Ze glanced at him and asked, "Shen Jianjun?"

Yu Yehua was somewhat surprised: "How did you know?"

Shen Ze said in a calm tone, "At this point, there aren't many people he can turn to."

Yu Yehua snorted coldly: "You were right."

"I guess they're here to borrow money."

Shen Ze picked up his teacup, his expression completely unchanged: "Take it."

Yu Yehua looked at him: "Are you sure?"

Shen Ze nodded: "Let's hear what he has to say."

Yu Yehua then pressed the answer button. As soon as the call connected, Shen Jianjun spoke immediately, his tone so low it was almost unlike his own.

"Chairman Yu, it's me, Shen Jianjun."

Yu Yehua leaned back in his chair, his voice indifferent: "President Shen, is there something you need?"

Shen Jianjun sensed the distance in the voice and his heart sank, but he could only bite the bullet and say, "Chairman Yu, I'm downstairs right now."

There's something I'd like to discuss with you in person.

Yu Yehua glanced at Shen Ze, his tone unchanged: "I have guests at home today, so it's not convenient."

Shen Jianjun's face turned pale, and he quickly said, "Chairman Yu, I know it's presumptuous of me to come here so abruptly, but Jianjun Group is indeed facing some difficulties right now."

"I have several assets that I can mortgage to you. The interest, term, and mortgage ratio will all be in accordance with your rules."

"As long as you are willing to lend some funds to help Jianjun Group catch its breath, we can discuss any terms."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Yu Yehua's eyes grew even colder: "President Shen, this isn't just a little difficulty for you, is it?"

Jianjun's throat tightened. If it were before, he would have already lost his temper upon hearing these words.

But now, he could only force a smile: "Chairman Yu, the rumors outside are a bit exaggerated. Jianjun Group still has a solid foundation, and the projects are still in operation."

"The current cash flow problem is just temporary; it will recover quickly once funds come in."

Yu Yehua said calmly, "Since it's just a temporary emergency, wouldn't it be more appropriate for President Shen to contact a bank?"

These words felt like a knife stabbing into Shen Jianjun's face, making his skin burn.

If the bank were willing to lend him money, why would he have to come here and beg for help?

He gripped his phone tightly, his voice even lower: "Chairman Yu, I won't lie to you, the bank's process is slow, and the group can't wait that long."

"I know you have plenty of cash on hand, and I know you are a person of your word."

"I didn't come here empty-handed; I brought all the mortgage documents with me. I just want to ask for a chance to meet you."

Yu Yehua remained silent.

Shen Jianjun grew increasingly flustered and quickly continued, "Chairman Yu, I can wait downstairs."

"Whenever it's convenient for you, I'll go up."

"If it's inconvenient for you tonight, I'll wait in the car all night."

Sun Mei sat beside him, her heart clenching as she listened. When had Shen Jianjun ever been so humble in his life?

But for the sake of Jianjun Group, he has now abandoned even the last shred of his dignity.