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

"real."

Shen Ze looked at her: "Don't believe me? Go ask them."

Yu Binglan was too embarrassed to ask, and her ears slowly turned red: "My dad is really... It's not like we don't have other places to go at home."

Shen Ze smiled and said, "Uncle Yu said he prefers the bigger one."

Yu Binglan looked at him helplessly: "Then go back to your guest room after you're done washing up, understand?"

Shen Ze did not agree, but took his change of clothes into the bathroom, and the sound of water soon began.

Yu Binglan sat on the edge of the bed, her face mask almost falling off.

She glanced in the direction of the bathroom, and her heart inexplicably started beating faster.

A few minutes later, Shen Ze's voice came from inside: "Binglan."

Yu Binglan immediately looked up: "What?"

"Where's the towel?"

Yu Binglan walked to the bathroom door and pointed: "The second shelf of the cabinet."

"I can't see, can you get it for me?"

Yu Binglan bit her lip, took a new towel, and handed it in through a crack in the door.

A hand reached out from inside and took the towel, its fingertips lightly touching hers.

Yu Binglan recoiled as if burned, immediately pulling her hand back: "Behave yourself."

A low chuckle came from inside, and after a short while, he called out again, "Which bottle of shower gel is it?"

Yu Binglan took a deep breath: "The bottle on the left."

There are three bottles on the left.

"The clear bottle."

"There are also two bottles of the clear one."

Yu Binglan finally realized that he was doing it on purpose.

She walked to the door, embarrassed and annoyed, and said, "Shen Ze, are you deliberately tormenting me?"

"No," Shen Ze said seriously. "I'm afraid I'll use it incorrectly."

Yu Binglan's face flushed even more. She opened the door a crack and handed in the bottle of shower gel: "This one."

Shen Ze took it and suddenly said, "There are also pajamas."

Yu Binglan: "Didn't you bring it yourself?"

"I forgot it outside."

Yu Binglan turned her head and saw his pajamas on the back of the chair.

She picked it up, hesitated for several seconds at the bathroom door, and finally handed it in, blushing: "One last time."

Shen Ze took the clothes: "Thank you, Mr. Yu."

"Don't call me President Yu."

"Is that what you call a girlfriend?"

Yu Binglan's face was burning hot: "Hurry up and wash!"

When Shen Ze finished washing up and came out, Yu Binglan had already taken off her face mask and was sitting on the edge of the bed pretending to look at her phone.

But judging from her expression, it was clear she hadn't absorbed much of the text.

Shen Ze dried his hair and sat down next to her: "The guest room seems a bit cold."

Yu Binglan looked at him warily: "So?"

"So, could I...?"

"no."

Before Shen Ze could finish speaking, Yu Binglan had already refused.

Shen Ze looked at her: "I haven't finished speaking yet."

"You don't need to finish speaking; I know what you want to say."

Yu Binglan's ears turned red, but her tone was firm: "If you dare to stay in my room and not leave since it's your first time at my house, my dad might really kick you out tomorrow."

Shen Ze smiled and said, "Uncle Yu doesn't seem like that kind of person."

He likes you now.

Yu Binglan scoffed, "But if you go too far, he'll change his attitude immediately."

Shen Ze looked down at her: "So you're willing to let me leave?"

Yu Binglan felt a pang of tenderness at his gaze, but still pushed him away, saying, "It's okay even if you can't bear to part with it."

Shen Ze took her hand and kissed her fingertips: "Then I'll go back."

Yu Binglan blushed deeply and whispered, "Goodnight."

Shen Ze got up and walked to the door, then turned back to look at her: "Really not staying?"

Yu Binglan grabbed a pillow and was about to throw it at him: "Shen Ze!"

Shen Ze smiled and opened the door to leave. He did want to stay, but since it was his first formal visit, he couldn't lose his composure.

Yu Yehua's willingness to let him stay was a sign of trust.

This trust must not be squandered by him.

After returning to his room, Shen Ze washed up, lay down, and quickly fell asleep.

When he woke up the next morning, there was already some noise outside.

Shen Ze got up, washed up, and walked out of the room, but did not see Yu Yehua.

The auntie brought out breakfast: "Mr. Shen, Mr. Yu went out early to pick up a friend, he'll be back soon."

Shen Ze nodded: "Okay."

Not long after, the door opened, and Yu Yehua walked in with a man in his fifties.

The man was slightly overweight, in good spirits, and had a cheerful air about him from years of being away from home.

Yu Yehua smiled and said, "Xiao Shen, let me introduce you. This is my old friend of many years, Duan Hui. He just returned from abroad."

Duan Hui looked at Shen Ze, his eyes immediately scrutinizing him; he knew Yu Yehua all too well.

Yu Yehua's doting affection for his daughter is well-known among his friends in the industry.

The young man who was brought home by Yu Yehua and introduced in such a tone is definitely not simple.

Yu Yehua then said, "Old Duan, this is Shen Ze, Binglan's boyfriend."

Duan Hui's eyes lit up: "So you're Xiao Shen."

He looked Shen Ze up and down, then nodded with a smile: "Not bad, not bad at all. The young man is handsome and has a steady demeanor. No wonder Old Yu can't hide his smile when he talks about him."

Yu Yehua laughed and scolded, "When have I ever been unable to hide my laughter?"

Duan Hui retorted without hesitation: "Your face practically screams 'satisfaction,' why are you pretending?"

Yu Binglan had just come out of the room when she heard these words, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Shen Ze greeted him politely, "Hello, Uncle Duan."

Duan Hui smiled even more satisfiedly: "Good, good."

The group sat down at the dining table.

Breakfast was plentiful; the aunt prepared porridge, snacks, several light side dishes, as well as freshly fried eggs and steak.

Not long after Duan Hui sat down, he couldn't help but ask, "What kind of work does Xiao Shen do now?"

Before Shen Ze could speak, Yu Yehua interjected, "He makes investments and also manages some industries."

Duan Hui smiled and said, "It's not easy for a young person to start their own business. What does your family do?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Binglan paused for a moment, while Shen Ze didn't react much.

Yu Yehua put down his chopsticks immediately: "Let's not talk about the messy things in his family."

Duan Hui was taken aback.

Yu Yehua continued, "Xiao Shen made it on his own."

"They own Caesars Hotels, Fengsheng Group, Shanghai Shuren Private Hospital, and Mingzhu Private Bank."

"He also acquired that plot of land on Qingnian Road a couple of days ago for 230 million yuan, and it's now valued at 6.8 billion yuan."

Duan Hui's hand, holding chopsticks, froze in mid-air: "Wait."

He looked at Yu Yehua: "What did you say? Mingzhu Private Bank?"

Yu Yehua nodded: "Mm."

"And Caesars Hotel? Shue Yan Hospital? Feng Sheng Group?"

"Yes, we have them all."

Duan Hui's expression changed immediately. He had just thought that Shen Ze was good-looking and had a steady demeanor, so he must have some ability to gain Yu Yehua's approval.

But he never expected that Shen Ze's family was so wealthy.

Any one of these industries is not something an ordinary young person can get involved in.

Especially Mingzhu Private Bank, which is one of the top private banks in Shanghai, with an astonishing amount of assets and an even more remarkable amount of client resources and financial authority.

Duan Hui couldn't help but look at Shen Ze: "Little Shen, are all of these yours?"

Before Shen Ze could answer, Yu Yehua spoke up for him again: "Of course it's his."

"And that billion-dollar luxury villa in Ziyuan, with a custom-made Rolls-Royce Phantom."

"But these are not the main points."