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Stepmother: I Am Asked To Give A Kidney To My Half-Brother

When Lu Ming’s biological father and stepmother came looking for him, he didn’t feel happy or excited. A long time ago, Lu Ming’s father, Lu Yaohua, abandoned his wife and son and married his lover. For 18 years, Lu Ming had not seen his father, even when his mother passed away. Now, Lu Ming’s father came looking for him because his half-brother was sick and needed a kidney transplant. The first thing his father and stepmother said to him was that they wanted a kidney from him. “We are a family. You’re his older brother. It’s your responsibility to save your little brother. If you can help Ze, we’ll give you 10 million yuan,” offered Lu Yaohua. “A human can survive with one kidney, right? How can you not save your brother when he’s dying? You’re just like your useless mom!” scolded the stepmother. “Heck! I would never have agreed to dad spending the 10 million if the donor center has a suitable kidney for me!”the younger brother cursed . [Option 1: Agree to the request. Reward: A halo for enduring humiliation. Option 2: Decline the request. Reward: 51% of the shares of Wanke Real Estate—one the top 500 listed companies in the country.] Lu Ming stared coldly at the three visitors and scoffed. “I don’t have a brother like you, or a family. Get out!”

Wind's Mark · Urban
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510 Chs

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Editor: Atlas Studios

After Chu Jinyu walked into No. 3 Residence, she realized that things had been shifted from their original positions and that there was an unfamiliar fragrance. She frowned and instantly quickened her footsteps. "Who is it?!"

A wavy-haired woman in a black trench coat was sipping tea leisurely. She looked a little similar to Chu Jinyu. At a glance, the two of them looked like sisters, but she had the charms of a mature woman.

However, she exuded a cold and murderous aura that made people afraid to approach her.

"It's me."

Her voice was sweet, pleasant, and very captivating.

Chu Jinyu said in astonishment, "Mom? Why are you here?"

Clearly, the wavy-haired woman was over 40 years old, but she had maintained herself exceptionally well. Her skin was fair and delicate, and her slender hands resembled those of a pianist. Those who did not know better might think that she was a musician.