Slapping Zhao Cuimei in the Face

However, his biological father had suddenly appeared and wanted him to donate bone marrow to save his daughter. There was no way this matter would end so quickly.

Lin Yuan believed that Zhao Zhixiong would surely use every possible method to save his own daughter. If soft tactics failed, he would very likely resort to force.

Lin Yuan had to prepare for the worst.

Sure enough, that evening, around dinnertime, Zhao Zhixiong came again.

Outside the door.

A woman accompanied Zhao Zhixiong.

Every item she wore cost four or five figures, and she carried a designer handbag. Her skin and figure were exceptionally well maintained, making her look nothing like a woman in her thirties.

She was Zhao Zhixiong's wife after he married into a wealthy family.

Zhao Cuimei.

"Lin Yuan, I hope you'll reconsider what happened today. You can name your terms. As long as I can do it, I'll definitely satisfy you. I only hope you can show some mercy and save my daughter!"

Zhao Zhixiong spoke movingly and even raised a hand to wipe at his eyes.

"How about this? Get on your knees and apologize to my mother for what happened back then. Then I can consider it."

Lin Yuan gave Zhao Zhixiong a choice: either leave, or do as he said.

Zhao Zhixiong remained expressionless, impossible to read.

"Zhixiong, there's no need to lower yourself like this. If word gets out, it will damage the Zhao Family's reputation!"

Zhao Zhixiong's wife, Zhao Cuimei, said coldly.

"You think 2.5 million is too little? I'll give you five million. Satisfied now?"

Her eyes were filled with contempt. He was just some wild brat who had never seen the world, born to a mother but raised without a father. Giving him five million was already an act of