How I Became The Devil's Last and Only Love
Chapter 13: Have a Child for Him

Chapter 13: Chapter 13: Have a Child for Him

He Tingchen knelt in front of the tombstone.

Fang Anning saw this and was also about to kneel down while holding her dress.

However, just as she was halfway down, He Tingchen said, "No need to kneel."

Fang Anning stood up, holding her dress, and pursed her lips. She thought to herself, not bad, he knows how to be considerate.

"You don’t have the right."

Tsk.

Fang Anning pouted and rolled her eyes.

"Father, I have let go." He Tingchen spoke in a deep voice, slowly.

Fang Anning furrowed her brows. What has he let go of?

She perked up her ears to listen, but after He Tingchen finished saying that, he stood up and ended it!

"Let’s go back."

After He Tingchen got up, he turned around and walked down the hill.

Fang Anning was stunned. All that climbing for just that one sentence?

He could have come by himself, so why did he drag her along?

"Wait for me."

In Fang Anning’s moment of daze, He Tingchen had already walked far. She quickly lifted her dress and hurried after him in her high heels.

Only after running wildly did she manage to catch up with him.

By the time they reached the bottom of the hill, her feet were killing her.

Sure enough, once she got in the car and took off her shoes, she saw blisters on her feet, and they had burst. She sighed and shook her head, quickly taking a band-aid from her bag to cover the wound.

The man glanced at her and closed his eyes to feign sleep, pretending not to see.

Fang Anning pouted, to expect this man to be tender towards her was truly a delusion.

Indeed, he’s a ruthless King of Hell, without a shred of emotion.

Half a month later.

Early in the morning, Fang Anning eagerly went to remind Old Mr. He to fulfill his promise.

To this day, she finally endured a whole month.

Although the first half of the month was unbearable, the latter half was not too bad.

He Tingchen didn’t torment her like before, although she was still sleeping on the sofa. But compared to his previous torment, it was much better.

And during this half month, He Tingchen actually went out.

During the first half-month, he was either in his study or in his room, never seen going out.

Ever since the visit to the cemetery, he started going out. He would leave early and return late, and she didn’t know what he was up to.

He wouldn’t tell, and she wouldn’t ask.

She just wanted to safely get through this month and have Old Mr. He fulfill his promise to her.

"Old Mr., you probably know why I’m here," Fang Anning respectfully said.

Although this old man had wanted to kill her before, to appease his grandson.

Nevertheless, she didn’t blame him.

If he could keep his promise, she would still be grateful.

"I know; I’ve contacted the hospital in the United States, and they have agreed to take it on," Old Mr. He said.

Fang Anning showed a joyful expression and immediately said gratefully, "Thank you!"

"You shouldn’t thank me so soon," Old Mr. He continued slowly, "I said I would help you contact the hospital and send your mother there. These promises, I can fulfill. However, I have never said I would cover the treatment costs in the United States. These expenses, you need to pay yourself."

Fang Anning: "..."

She had been tricked by this old man.

Indeed, he had only said he would help contact the hospital and send her mother there. She hadn’t thought more about it and forgot such an important issue as the treatment costs.

A miscalculation, indeed!

"How much would the cost be approximately?" Fang Anning murmured inquiringly.

"Your mother has been in a coma for many years, and even in the ordinary hospitals here, you are well aware of the expenses. Conservatively estimated, you need to be prepared with ten million initially, and whether that will be sufficient depends on the follow-up treatment. If you want to know more, I can give you the doctor’s contact information, and you can consult directly with the doctor."

Ten million?

Fang Anning turned pale.

She remembered asking Zhou Zhaoguo for one million before she got married.

She had thought that one million would cover her mother’s subsequent treatments.

Now it seemed like a drop in the bucket.

Originally, the monthly hospital treatment fee of twelve thousand already nearly drove her to sell herself. Now, with ten million, even selling organs wouldn’t cover it.

So, what was the point of gaining this treatment opportunity?

"Old Mr. He, since you’ve kept a contingency plan, I assume there are things you still need me to do. Please tell me, what else should I do?"

Fang Anning took a deep breath and asked Old Mr. He.

She had thought, after resolving her mother’s issues, she could stay away from the He family. Stay away from He Tingchen, that King of Hell, but it seemed she couldn’t escape yet.

Old Mr. He chuckled lightly and said, "You are indeed a smart child. My requirement is simple. Tingchen accepting you was a good result I hadn’t anticipated. In light of this, let’s strike while the iron is hot. If you can give birth to a child for our He family, I can give you one hundred million."

One hundred million?

Fang Anning gasped sharply.

Old Mr. He continued, "Moreover, I will take full responsibility for your mother’s subsequent treatment. In addition, I will give you a mansion in the southern part of the city."

"But, He Tingchen... he always makes me sleep on the sofa, how can I have a child?" Fang Anning said.

Old Mr. He responded, "If it were easy, I wouldn’t need you. There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world, consider it a high-paying job. How to perfectly complete the job relies on your intelligence. In this world, everyone who earns a high salary didn’t get it effortlessly."

"Okay, I’ll take this job. However, mere words are no proof, I hope we can make a written agreement," Fang Anning said.

"I was meaning to do just that," Old Mr. He said, "The contract has already been drafted, take a look at it, and if there are no issues, you can sign it. We each keep a copy."

Old Mr. He instructed the butler to bring the contract to Fang Anning.

Fang Anning chuckled inwardly; the old man was indeed cunning, having anticipated her plea.

However, upon receiving the contract and reviewing it, Fang Anning frowned.

"Once I have the child, I can leave? And I can never see the child again?"

"What, you’re unwilling? You want to continue living with Tingchen?" Old Mr. He asked.

Fang Anning thought about Tingchen’s obsessive behavior and immediately shook her head; she did not want to live with such a man her whole life.

Though he was very handsome, handsomeness couldn’t be eaten as food.

"If that is so, not seeing the child again is also advantageous for you," Old Mr. He said.

Fang Anning frowned, hesitated for a few seconds, then picked up the pen and rapidly signed her name.

Old Mr. He showed a satisfied smile and said, "I look forward to your performance, to make you work this job without concerns. I will first arrange for your mother to go to the United States for treatment. As for the cost, you just need to sign a promissory note for now. Moreover, I will only give you one year. If you cannot conceive Tingchen’s child within a year, then our agreement will end, and you will have to pay double the expenses your mother incurred. All these details are already specified in the contract, I am just reminding you again."

"Rest assured, I will make every effort," Fang Anning assured him with a determined look.