Chapter 30: Father and Son Quarrel

Thud.

The ashtray landed squarely on Ye Zehong's chest, bounced off onto the floor, and struck the corner of the table, shattering into pieces. Blood beads clung to the shards, making Lu Yao's scalp tingle. If such a thick glass ashtray was broken, his chest must be aching terribly.

She thought, if even his own father could strike him so hard, perhaps there was not a single person in this family who truly loved him.

Lu Yao's nose stung and her eyes grew hot.

“Believe it or not, I truly had no choice back then.” Ye Yingtang hadn't expected Ye Zehong to stand still, not dodging the ashtray. When it hit his chest, a pang of sorrow swept through him. “Now that I’m old, it’s time to let the younger generation take charge and forge a new future. Your third brother lacks ruthlessness and is bound to suffer losses. Whether the Ye family can remain the top clan depends on you.”

Ye Zehong let out a cold laugh, seeing straight through Ye Yingtang’s petty schemes. Was Ye Yingtang really willing to hand over power for him to inherit? Would Yang Lan agree? It was nothing more than painting him a grand, hollow picture, sending him through countless trials, suppressing those ambitious uncles, just so Ye Zema could profit, climbing to the top on his shoulders.

The calculations were so precise—did he really think Ye Zehong couldn’t see through it?

With biting sarcasm, Ye Zehong said, “Since you chose to bring me into this world, I will claim everything that is rightfully mine. And like you, I will stop at nothing, acknowledging no kinship in pursuit of my goals.”

Ye Yingtang’s face changed instantly, his voice rising: “Ye Zehong, I am your father! Is this how you speak to your father?”

“The day you brought Yang Lan into the Ye family was the day you died in my heart.”

Ye Yingtang, enraged, shouted, “Get out!!”

Ye Zehong’s lips curled into a bitter smile. Without a trace of hesitation, he turned and left.

Moments later, the sound of antique porcelain shattering came from the study.

He paused, glanced back slightly, then walked away without looking again.

Lu Yao hurried after him. As she passed the study door, she caught sight of Ye Yingtang slumped in his chair, his face ashen. After hesitating a few seconds, she ran into the study, stood by his side, and asked cautiously, “Sir Ye, are you feeling unwell? Should I call a doctor for you?”

Ye Yingtang clutched his chest, speaking with difficulty, “There are blood pressure pills in the bag.”

Afraid to waste time, Lu Yao hurried to the coat rack, took down the briefcase, and rummaged through it. As she searched, her eyes involuntarily fell upon an unsigned contract.

On the cover, the words “Acquisition Plan for Xunda Technology” were boldly displayed.

Lu Yao froze, motionless for several seconds.

“Miss Lu?”

She snapped back, retrieved the blood pressure medication, poured a glass of water, and handed it to Ye Yingtang, lowering her eyes as he swallowed the pills, deep in thought.

She had followed the Xunda Technology project for a long time, only for it to be snatched away halfway by Linda, the rival firm’s lawyer.

Linda must have gotten wind of the acquisition long ago and knew the Ye Group would buy Xunda Technology. No wonder she was willing to go to any lengths to secure the project.

The Ye Group truly was a juicy prize.

If she could reclaim the Xunda Technology project, she could generate three hundred million in revenue for the firm and be promoted directly to senior partner.

Then, Xu Wenjie would no longer be isolated and unsupported when the partners voted.

Taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage and probed, “Sir Ye, I happened to catch a glimpse of the contract in your briefcase. Are you planning to acquire Xunda Technology?”

Ye Yingtang’s gaze turned cold as he looked at Lu Yao, his mood unreadable. “Miss Lu, peeking at someone’s private documents is hardly a good habit.”

Lu Yao’s heart nearly stopped in fear.