Those who left were indifferent, while those who remained were terrified. Liu Run helped Cheng Youan up from the ground and took out his phone to call 120.

"Don't hit him."

Liu Run paused, wondering if his head had really been damaged. They wouldn't let him call the police or an ambulance.

"You can't do this. You've definitely got a concussion. You need to get it checked out."

Cheng Youan, his face covered in blood, staggered to his feet, startling those around him who took a few steps back.

The mall's security guards and manager arrived late and immediately asked what had happened.

When the person in charge saw the blood on the glass, he thought, "If we don't call the police, what if they try to extort money from us?"

He took out his phone, but before he could dial, Cheng Youan snatched it away and smashed it on the ground.

The person in charge was heartbroken because the screen of the new phone they finally managed to snag was half-cracked.

"I told you you don't need to call the police!"

Cheng Youan staggered out, and Liu Run followed behind, recording a video of him and sending it to Cheng Yun.

It's not that he didn't care; Cheng Youan brought this upon himself.

Cheng Yun had just left the hospital when he saw the video. He sat in his car and played the video several times to confirm that the person with a bloody head was his own son.

When the call was made, Cheng Youan was being taken to a clinic by Liu Run to have his wounds bandaged.

"Hello."

Cheng Yun: "I'll give you 24 hours to come back and visit your mother in the hospital. Also, starting tomorrow, all your classes will be arranged according to the intensity that Shi Jinzhe used to have."

Without asking about the wound or the cause, Cheng Yun knew what was going on.

The fact that he didn't go to the hospital or call the police means Cheng Youan must have done something behind his back again and is afraid of being discovered.

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Yun's assistant sent several more messages, sent by the boss of the group that owns the shopping mall.

Both surveillance videos were captured very clearly.

[Could we get to know each other? My dad is Cheng Yun.]

Whatever you want, I can give it to you directly, as long as you take it when you leave.

The Cheng family owns a much more upscale shopping mall. Leave this place, and you can choose whatever you want there.

【I have nothing to offer, and who do you think you are? You refuse money offered to you. These days, even blind people like to pretend to be virtuous and chaste women?】

The image of a nouveau riche who lusts after women and wants to humiliate them with money leaps out from these words.

Cheng Yun's temples throbbed, making him want to tell the driver to turn around and go back to the hospital immediately.

Both videos were spliced ​​together. Everything Shi Jinzhe did was cut out, but Cheng Youan's words, especially the one about stepping on someone else's foot in the mall, were repeatedly played by three surveillance cameras.

As Cheng Yun looked down further, he felt as if his dignity had been ripped off and trampled on.

Mr. Cheng, I understand that the child is still young and doesn't understand things, but you were able to raise such an outstanding child as Shi Jinzhe, so I believe you won't be unable to manage your own son.

I'll give you face; the surveillance footage will be deleted. I hope it won't happen again.

Cheng Yun's face was in excruciating pain. After a while, he made a phone call and ordered someone to freeze all of Cheng You'an's cards and bring him back right now.

After doing all this, he looked out the window and saw his own hotel brand.

This was a project he gave Shi Jinzhe when he was 23 years old. It was a very peripheral business, but it was revived in two years, and the turnover increased sixfold.

Cheng Yun unbuttoned his suit jacket and asked the driver in the front seat, "Do you think it's wrong of me to do this?"

The driver wanted to say no, but as a dedicated employee, he only replied, "Everyone has their own destiny."

Whether it was right or wrong, Cheng You'an also managed to squeeze Shi Jinzhe out of the country by relying on his twenty years of playing the victim.

You two have allowed him to do those things, so what else is there to ask?

Because they think their own child is the best, they bully other people's children.

Even an orphan has biological parents.

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In the south, the sun shines brightly.

Shech led Shi Jinzhe away from the mall and took him to a nearby park.

Shi Jinzhe was made to sit on a park bench. Once he calmed down, he casually asked her, "Weren't you going back to eat cake?"

"I want to sunbathe again." Shekh sat down next to him and took a small cake out of the paper bag.

The cream smeared onto the inside of the cup, ruining its shape.

Seeing that all the decorations on the cake were gone, Shi Jinzhe stood up and said, "Let's buy them again."

"Sit back down."

Shech held the cake in her hands, gestured with her chin towards him, and said, "Come and feed me."

Shi Jinzhe glanced at the white cream, which had a magnolia pattern in an oil painting style when he bought it, but now it was all smeared into a mess.

"The pattern is all messed up."

“It’s a waste even if it goes into your stomach.” Shekh pushed his hand towards him. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Shi Jinzhe had no choice but to sit back down, pick up the cake fork, and make sure that every piece of cake was covered in cream before putting it in her mouth.

The afternoon sun reflected shimmering light on the water's surface. A breeze blew by, and Sher turned her head to wait for Shi Jin to tuck her hair behind her ear.

"You like this?"

"I like it, but it's not as sweet as I imagined."

"As long as it tastes good."

After taking a few bites, Shekh put his hand on Shi Jinzhe's arm and said, "I used a team-up item on that guy, so we can take care of him next time we play."

"Um."

"Did they abandon you because of this person?"

“He is my biological child.” Shi Jinzhe twirled the fork in his hand. “So it was inevitable that I would be abandoned.”

Shekh asked, "Will you be in trouble if he dies?"

“If he doesn’t die, I’ll still have a lot of trouble. He was the one who did the snake thing last time. Before that, there were others. For example, I entered the game in his place. I became a cheater because of Cheng You’an.”

Shi Jinzhe's voice was gentle. Without listening to the content, one might think he was saying something romantic. He leaned down slightly and said, "So I'm very happy that you didn't leave him for money."

Cheng Youan's request was so touching that Sheh had no idea what she was giving up.

"That money, that castle he mentioned, is really hard for me to get for you. It's too much money, and I don't know how long it will take. Maybe I'll never be able to get it in my lifetime."

“But he has a lot of money, and I think it could all be yours.” Shekh put the cake on his lap, took a bite of the cake with the fork, and said casually, “That person is not as good as you, and he wouldn’t like that money.”

Shi Jinzhe stared at her without blinking: "So, do you think money will like me?"

"I'm not going to like him anyway."

For Sheikh, besides the allure of time, the second most prized thing is money; it's the foundation of the castle and the flavor enhancer of the cuisine.

She wouldn't like that thing if she liked the things she liked.

Shi Jinzhe lowered her head and smiled. How could an inanimate object distinguish between liking and disliking? It was clearly she who disliked it.

The small cake was devoured in a few bites, and Sheikh took out a second one.

Finding the fork inconvenient, she peeled back the transparent membrane and bit directly into it, so now she could eat by herself without needing to be fed.

Shi Jinzhe felt a little awkward with one hand empty. He rubbed his fingers together a few times, then picked up a new cake fork. "Let me feed you."