The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 380: I Don’t Have a Son Like You

Chapter 380: Chapter 380: I Don’t Have a Son Like You

Xu Tian looked at the keys, expressionless, "He’s my child, and he has nothing to do with the He family anymore, he doesn’t need it."

Father He clutched his chest, already suffering from a stroke, and spoke with difficulty, "You hate them, but do you also think that I’m the same as them, that I deserve to die too?"

Xu Tian’s expression paused slightly, showing a trace of being moved.

Of course not, Father He had helped her a lot.

"Back then, I wanted you to have a child because He Lanzhi was incompetent. I nurtured you in hopes that you could raise He Yuming later," Father He sighed, "Now, what I leave behind will help him a lot when he grows up. This is the last thing I can do for the He family."

Xu Tian’s stern expression softened a little.

Indeed, when she had agreed to marry He Lanzhi, she knew what kind of person he was; she had never expected anything from He Lanzhi, and neither did Father He.

Their hope rested with He Yuming.

"Dad," Xu Tian called out with difficulty.

Tears fell as her voice grew hoarse, "Don’t worry, I’ll raise him well."

Father He nodded in relief, "You’ve worked hard."

Xu Tian clenched the keys tightly in her hand and nodded firmly.

Father He continued, "Since you’ve divorced He Lanzhi, you don’t need to worry about my affairs in the future. Raising such a child was my failure."

Mainly, stay away from He Lanzhi and avoid trouble for yourself.

As the words settled, Mother He pushed He Lanzhi into the room.

The faces of both were ugly; clearly, they had heard the conversation inside.

Mother He approached the bedside, tears streaming down, "Are you blaming me for not continuing your treatment?"

Father He looked at the woman he’d loved all his life, bearing no grudge. He believed his wife would never give up on the treatment.

It must have been He Lanzhi’s words that led her to such a decision.

As for He Lanzhi... Father He looked at his only son, his eyes devoid of much affection, filled instead with cold detachment.

He Lanzhi pursed his lips, his expression carrying a hint of worry, albeit not much.

He took the initiative, "Dad, it was my decision. Don’t blame Mom."

He glanced at Xu Tian and the item in her hand before continuing, "The company went bankrupt, there’s also external debt; I was planning to sell the house to pay off debts. After calculations, there’s not much money left. Mom’s health is poor, I can’t abandon her."

Such righteous words.

If Father He hadn’t known the kind of person he was, perhaps he would have been moved by now.

Father He ignored He Lanzhi, addressing only his wife, "It’s okay, anyway, I also want to go home."

He Lanzhi’s pupils contracted. In the end, he chose to ask directly, "Dad, He Yuming is still young, it’ll be hard for him to use what you’ve prepared for him. Why not let me keep it? After all, he bears the He surname."

He thought that invoking blood relations would change his father’s mind.

It’s just a pity, Father He had no such intention.

"Xu Tian will keep it safe." Now that they knew, Father He had nothing to hide.

"They’re divorced now, Xu Tian took He Yuming, they’re no longer people of our He family," Mother He lamented in her grief.

She was not so curious about what Father He had left behind but was simply unwilling to let Xu Tian have it.

"That’s your foolishness," Father He rebuked his wife weakly, "I’ve always said He Lanzhi is no good, yet you still protect him."

He Lanzhi’s face darkened as he was scolded.

Mother He said cautiously, "He’s our son..."

Father He shook his head, "If he’s that kind of son, I might as well not have one."

He Lanzhi: "..."

He was still here, utterly rejected.

"He’s at fault, but we need to give him time to change," Mother He wept, "He’s our only child."

"I’d rather not have such a child," Father He said with acceptance.

A child with a despicable character, getting worse over time, wasn’t worth the attachment.

He Lanzhi’s face turned as black as a pot; he cut to the chase, "Dad, what you’ve left behind can’t go to He Yuming, he’s not worthy of it, and Xu Tian is even less deserving."

He intended to fight for it.

Xu Tian had been feeling uneasy carrying the item, but after He Lanzhi’s words, she suddenly felt justified in her possession.

Putting the keys into her bag, she said, "I’ll be going now."

She needed to retrieve the item and see what it really was.

He Lanzhi wanted to stop her, but unfortunately, he was wheelchair-bound with a broken leg, forced to watch Xu Tian leave helplessly.

Turning back with a cold gaze at his father, he said unforgivingly and indifferently, "From today on, I won’t care about anything to do with you. You don’t have a son like me, and I don’t have a father like you."

He wheeled himself out and took out his cellphone to make a call in the corridor.

Xu Tian and Cheng Zhiwei went to the bank and retrieved the item.

Xu Tian was startled upon seeing it.

It was the entire stock of a small-scale company, currently managed by a professional team, not making much yearly, but with promising prospects.

She wondered when Father He had started such a small company.

Cheng Zhiwei couldn’t help saying, "Uncle He must have been preparing this company since He Yuming was born."

Reminded by Cheng Zhiwei, Xu Tian hurriedly checked the date, discovering that the company’s registration date indeed matched He Yuming’s birthdate.

Despite all the resentment towards the He family, she felt much of it melt away in that moment.

With a plan in mind, she put the item back.

Her decision not to act immediately proved right.

They had barely stepped out of the bank when they were blocked by cars from both sides.

The car windows rolled down, revealing He Lanzhi’s expressionless face.

He eyed Xu Tian, with his gaze finally resting on her bag.

Xu Tian clutched her bag in alarm.

Once He Lanzhi was convinced, he instructed his people, "Take her bag. And as for the two of them, you can have your fun."

The men from the car weren’t upstanding; gangsters by the looks of it, they began to lecherously laugh as they got out.

Xu Tian grabbed Cheng Zhiwei and quietly placed the key in her palm, "Run first."

Cheng Zhiwei didn’t move.

Xu Tian turned to her, voice lowered even further, urgently whispering, "Cheng Zhiwei, run."

"There’s no escape," Cheng Zhiwei was very rational, or rather, seemingly unafraid of the impending danger.

"What’s the use of running? Hand over what’s yours and you two will suffer less," someone sneered with malice, "Oh, so fair and beautiful, not bad at all."

Xu Tian clenched her fists, "He Lanzhi, your dad was right, you really are no good."

To come to rob, and bring people specifically to insult them...

Riffraff and trash.