"Xiao Bei, dad is sorry for you, don't treat me, we have already gone bankrupt..."

In the ward, Wu Shihao murmured with a pale face.

Wu Bei couldn't help but tremble.

Then he forced out a smile and said, "Dad, don't worry about money!"

The old man was stunned for a few seconds, then sighed with a wry smile.

Staring at the emaciated figure of his father who was tortured by the disease, Wu Bei quickly ran out of the ward on the pretext of going to the toilet, leaned his back against the wall, and couldn't help but cover his mouth and sob.

He didn't dare to cry out, lest the old man would have any ideas after hearing it.

In November last year, Wu Bei had just returned from the army, and his father was diagnosed with late-stage lung cancer.

This year, he sold everything he could at home, but faced with the huge medical expenses, he still couldn't make enough money.

If possible, he would rather the person lying on the hospital bed is himself.

Wu Bei comes from a single-parent family. His mother passed away due to illness when he was in junior high school. It was his father who raised him up.

For fear that his children would be wronged, the old man did not remarry until he joined the army.

"Luo Xue! She can definitely help me!"

Suddenly, Wu Bei thought of someone and hurried to the elevator.

More than an hour later, Wu Bei arrived in front of the "Aoxue Group", the largest real estate development company in Chong City.

This place used to be called "Shihao Company" and was founded by his father Wu Shihao. After hesitating for a few seconds, he dialed Luo Xue's number.

The phone rang for a long time before someone answered: "Who is it?"

"Aunt Xue, I am Wu Bei, my father's condition..."

Wu Bei answered bravely.

After a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, Luo Xue said, "Come to my office to talk!"

With extremely complicated feelings, Wu Bei walked into the company.

Luo Xue is his stepmother. During the years when he was a soldier, she got married to his father Wu Shihao.

Then through some unknown method, the company's shares were transferred to her own name bit by bit, and finally kicked Lao Wu out.

Wu Bei only learned about these things after he retired from the army.

Wu Shihao never let his son contact Luo Xue, even in the most difficult times, but now Wu Bei doesn't care about that much anymore.

After a while, Wu Bei, led by his secretary, pushed open the door of Luo Xue's room.

In the luxurious office of more than 200 square meters, there are more than ten people gathered at the moment, all of them are luxuriously dressed and full of energy.

Luo Xue looked arrogant, sitting on the boss's chair, with amusement in her eyes.

Although she is a stepmother, Luo Xue is actually not much older than Wu Bei. She is only thirty-four or five years old this year. She has an oval face, rosy eyes, and a height of about 1.7 meters. She looks like a younger version of Zhang Ziyi.

Today she is wearing a gauze white low-cut suit, and her pink and white shoulder blades are particularly eye-catching.

Being scanned up and down by more than twenty pairs of eyes at the same time, Wu Bei felt a little unnatural.

"Aunt Xue, I..."

Wu Bei swallowed his saliva and lowered his head slightly.

"Borrowing money, right?"

Luo Xue raised her pointed chin, her tone full of teasing.

Before coming, Wu Bei was already prepared to be ridiculed. He gritted his teeth and said, "A couple's kindness lasts a hundred days. I hope Aunt Xue can help my dad out of past friendship."

"You little bastard, if you can't speak, shut up! Who is married to that old loser!"

Before he finished speaking, a burly man with a shaved head slapped Wu Bei.

Years of military service have trained Wu Bei to have extraordinary reaction speed. Without waiting for the opponent to get close, Wu Bei directly grabbed the big man's wrist with his left hand, raised his right hand and was about to hit him on the head.

"How dare you!!"

Luo Xue suddenly roared.

Wu Bei paused reflexively, and the short-haired man took the opportunity to knock his knee out with a bang.

Wu Bei squatted on the ground in pain and coughed violently several times.

"Grrrr, you're still serving as a five-year soldier for just these two years?! Xiaobei, as an elder, I really have to say something for your dad, you can't stand up to his cultivation..."

Seeing Wu Bei deflated, Luo Xue immediately stood up excitedly, swaying her graceful water snake waist and walked up to Wu Bei.

An unprecedented sense of humiliation coursed through Wu Bei's body, but he was too short to ask for help. He continued to say in a low voice: "Aunt Xue, help me, I can be a cow or a horse!"

"You don't need cows and horses. It's only natural for a son to kowtow to his mother a few times, right?"

Luo Xue took a step back in disgust, as if she was afraid that Wu Bei's fingers would touch her, and raised the corners of her mouth in an angry manner.

"Aunt Xue, help my dad!! Please!!"

Wu Beileng was stunned for a few seconds, and then without hesitation, he knelt down at Luo Xue's feet and hit his forehead with a thud on the ground.

In the face of life, dignity is worthless.

"Hahaha..."

"I'm a coward, you idiot!!"

His groveling did not earn him a penny, but instead made the people around him burst into laughter.

"Crack!"

Luo Xue grabbed the goblet on the table and threw it to the ground. She pointed at the intertwined glass shards and said sickly: "Good son, if you crawl up to me on your knees, your father's treatment will be paid for by your mother."
Chapter completed!