Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 118: Spare My Life as You Would a Dog’s

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Spare My Life as You Would a Dog’s

Before Luo Zhen had time to react, she only felt a chill sweep by her side and Fu Xingzhou’s figure had already vanished from the room.

Luo Zhen wanted to follow, but a bodyguard approached her, casting a warning look.

Recalling the bodyguards’ previous rough treatment of her, Luo Zhen dared not make any rash moves.

She wasn’t foolish; knowing how much Fu Xingzhou hated her, she knew his bodyguards wouldn’t show her a friendly face.

Even if they decided to pin her down and beat her up here, Fu Xingzhou would likely clap his hands in approval.

At this moment, Fu Xingzhou had already kicked open the adjacent room’s door. Ye Jian’an, in a panic, looked up only to receive a punch directly in the face.

A cry of pain had no chance to escape before a second and third punch followed swiftly.

Fu Xingzhou was brutally unforgiving; at first, Ye Jian’an could still feel the pain, but it quickly faded as he slipped into semi-consciousness.

Like a broken sack, he lay limp on the floor—apparently unsatisfied, Fu Xingzhou delivered two more kicks.

This time, Ye Jian’an made no response.

A bodyguard stepped forward to hand over a wet wipe and bent down to check Ye Jian’an’s breathing.

The ferocity of their master’s beating had them fearing he may have killed the man outright.

Yet, Ye Jian’an’s condition was far from okay; his face was covered in blood, his features barely distinguishable, his mouth agape, only taking air in without letting any out.

Fu Xingzhou wiped his hands while shrugging off his blood-splattered shirt and tossing it aside.

"Sir, how should we handle this?"

"Revive him."

Fu Xingzhou rolled up his sleeves and took a seat on the sofa, watching as the bodyguard threw cold water on Ye Jian’an’s face.

The shock of the cold water abruptly roused Ye Jian’an, and with awakening came an agonizing pain that seemed to tear his body apart, especially his face, which burned so fiercely that even a slight twitch of his mouth was excruciating.

In the past, due to Ye Yan, Fu Xingzhou had given him a sliver of respect.

Now, he truly spared him no sentiment.

Ye Jian’an trembled uncontrollably, now vividly aware that the man in front of him was like a demon from hell; all his tenderness was reserved for Ye Yan.

To him, Ye Jian’an was no more than an ant.

"Mr. Fu, I was wrong," Ye Jian’an said, his words whistling through the gaps where his teeth had been knocked out.

Fu Xingzhou remained silent.

"I really was wrong; I shouldn’t have seduced Luo Zhen, I shouldn’t have destroyed your family," Ye Jian’an struggled to crawl forward, prostrating at Fu Xingzhou’s feet, pleading, "Please, Mr. Fu, spare my life."

Fu Xingzhou looked down contemptuously at the man groveling at his feet like a dog, finding it hard to imagine that he had fathered Ye Yan.

Yet it was this man, worse than a dog, who had caused him all the miseries of his childhood.

Without Ye Jian’an, Luo Zhen might have still eloped with some other man.

But it had to be Ye Jian’an.

He knew full well that Luo Zhen was a married woman with two children still nursing, yet lured by her beauty, he recklessly took her away.

Luo Zhen’s departure dealt a heavy blow to Fu Weiguo, who fell into a prolonged self-imposed seclusion.

During that time, Old Mrs. Fu single-handedly upheld everything, falling ill due to the strain.

Had Luo Zhen not left, Fu Xingshu wouldn’t have died, Old Mrs. Fu wouldn’t have fallen ill from overexertion, and Fu Wei Jun wouldn’t have lost faith in women, becoming a womanizer...

All of it was caused by Ye Jian’an and that woman.

They were beyond redemption.

Seeing that Fu Xingzhou remained silent, Ye Jian’an’s fear intensified.

Just one word from him now, and Ye Jian’an would vanish from this world forever, his wretched life of no concern to anyone.

"Mr. Fu, you can’t kill me. If you kill me, how will you explain it to Ah Yan?" In his desperation to survive, Ye Jian’an no longer cared for anything else, "A son must not live under the same sky as his father’s killer. Even if we lacked deep affection as father and daughter, I am still her biological father."

Fu Xingzhou coldly watched him cling to life.

Indeed, Ye Jian’an could die, but not by his hands.

"I will also never speak about that matter; I will take it to the grave," Ye Jian’an swore with his hand raised, "Mr. Fu is magnanimous, please spare me this once."

Fu Xingzhou closed his eyes briefly, "Take him away."

The bodyguard could not grasp his thoughts for a moment, unsure whether "take him away" meant dead or alive.

Making someone disappear was too simple for him.

"Find a place to lock him up, and make sure he never appears before me and Ye Yan again," Fu Xingzhou massaged his temples.

Upon hearing those words, Ye Jian’an felt as if he had been granted amnesty.

As long as his life was spared, even temporary loss of freedom was worthwhile.

"And the one next door..." the bodyguard asked cautiously.

"Send her away quickly, never to set foot in Ao City or Hong Kong again."

Fu Wei Jun couldn’t handle any shock right now; Luo Zhen mustn’t appear before him.

The bodyguard took Ye Jian’an away, and at the same time, Fu Xingzhou’s phone lit up.

He glanced at the caller ID; it was Ye Yan calling.

Fu Xingzhou stared at the screen, her name bouncing incessantly, a red and a green button seemed to be forcing him to make a choice, growing increasingly glaring.

The phone rang for a long while before eventually shutting off automatically.

The screen dimmed bit by bit.

Fu Xingzhou lit a cigarette, drawing on it intermittently.

He never would have guessed that Luo Zhen would get involved with Ye Jian’an.

One his biological mother, the other Ye Yan’s biological father.

In truth, this had nothing to do with Ye Yan, but at this moment, he still couldn’t step out of the shadows of the past.

Not killing Ye Jian’an was already the utmost mercy he could show.

The phone rang again, and he handed it to the bodyguard.

Ye Yan called for the fifth time, and it finally connected, but it was the bodyguard’s voice.

"Where is Fu Xingzhou?" Ye Yan was worried.

She knew he had a big grievance against his biological mother, that woman had always been the instigator of his tragic childhood.

"Madam, Mr. Fu won’t be coming home today. He wants you to rest well and not to worry too much."

"Where is he? Let him take the call."

"The master said he wants some quiet time, please forgive him, Madam."

Ye Yan didn’t know what had happened on the other end, but it was foreseeable that Fu Xingzhou was in a bad mood.

But what could be so serious that he couldn’t discuss it with her?

After hanging up the phone, Ye Yan sent him a message: "I’ll wait for you at home."

But she ended up falling asleep waiting, and Fu Xingzhou never came back.

"Did you have a fight?"

In the private room, Tang Jingyao looked at the silent man, who did nothing but smoke.

He usually had a habit when smoking, always wiping his hands with a wet towel, but tonight, after a whole ashtray’s worth of cigarettes, he hadn’t used the towel once.

Clearly distracted.

"Do you remember that guy who came to our village to do business back then and took Luo Zhen away?"

Tang Jingyao was pouring liquor into his glass, "How come you suddenly decided to check up on him?"

"It’s not that I checked; he delivered himself to me." Fu Xingzhou’s cigarette was half-burned, "Ye Yan’s father."

Tang Jingyao’s hand trembled, spilling the liquor, "That’s damn too coincidental."