Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 152: Unbearable Rage

Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Unbearable Rage

Dealing with one wild boar was already a stroke of luck, she hadn’t expected a pack to be covetously watching.

Ye Yan endured the pain in her foot, gritted her teeth, and crawled up the earthen slope.

Simultaneously, three or four wild boars emerged from the underbrush, as if they had smelled the scent of their dead companion, and surrounded the foot of the slope.

One of them circled the corpse, continuously emitting huffing sounds.

The pain in Ye Yan’s foot was excruciating, and climbing the slope had nearly exhausted all her stamina; she found it difficult to take even a single step, let alone run.

There wasn’t a prolonged standoff between human and pig; the wild boars immediately sprang into action.

They bit and rooted against the slope, and as they did so, the earth crumbled.

Ye Yan was startled and quickly shuffled backwards.

Indeed, these animals raised in the wild were smart, their intelligence growing through the survival of the fittest.

If the earth continued to collapse, she might not fall down, but they could certainly use the piled-up dirt to climb up.

Without delay, Ye Yan picked up a somewhat sturdy stick beside her to use as a crutch, limping into the forest.

The wild boars would sooner or later make it up, and staying there meant certain death.

Ye Yan didn’t know how long she had walked before her vision began to blur.

The bleeding from her foot increased, and her constant walking accelerated the blood circulation.

At this rate of blood loss, she would faint due to blood loss before she made it out of the forest.

Once down, the boars would follow the scent of blood and she would become a delightful meal on their plate.

Ye Yan leaned against a large tree and sat down, rebandaging the wound; the boar’s teeth were exceedingly sharp, having almost pierced through her entire ankle, certainly fracturing the bone, leaving the wound a gory mess.

She leaned against the tree, gasping for breath, struggling not to pass out.

As time ticked by, Ye Yan’s consciousness grew increasingly fuzzy, and although she knew she couldn’t sleep, her body was at its limit.

Just as she was about to lose consciousness, again the rustling sound came from not far away.

Barely opening one eye, she saw the lead boar approaching, its tusks in the moonlight like the grim reaper’s scythe.

Ye Yan clutched the dagger in her hand but soon ran out of strength.

She never imagined that one day she would die at the jaws of a wild boar.

What a great irony.

If she died, what would become of Xiao Zhun?

Fu Xingzhou, would he take care of Xiao Zhun?

Maybe now, but once he had a new love, would he see Xiao Zhun as a burden?

No, she still had Meng Tian; Tiantian would certainly help protect Xiao Zhun.

As death neared, she realized she had so much she couldn’t let go of, couldn’t leave behind.

In this life, she had loved, hated, had her moments of glory—it had been worthwhile.

Ye Yan’s hand relaxed, and the dagger slipped.

In the moment before her eyes closed, she seemed to see a familiar silhouette.

Unexpectedly, in her last moments, her final thoughts would be of him.

Even though he had hurt her, betrayed her, her love for him hadn’t lessened one bit.

She despised herself for escaping.

Now, at last, she could be free, never to think of him again.

"Yanyan." Fu Xingzhou rushed over with large strides and caught her in his arms, just as gunshots rang out.

Several wild boars collapsed in response, succumbing to the effect of the tranquilizers. After trembling for a moment, they gradually stilled.

When Fu Xingzhou saw the injury on Ye Yan’s foot—a blurred mess of blood and flesh, with the bone deeply visible—he knew her fainting was entirely due to excessive blood loss.

Suppressing the wrenching pain in his heart, he carried her sideways.

Before he came to the Hunting Ground, he had already arranged for an ambulance to wait outside.

The mountain roads were rugged and hard to navigate, so the bodyguards used a stretcher.

Someone in front used a flashlight to guide the way, while others followed in an orderly jog.

After she was placed in the ambulance, the medical staff began to clean the wound.

"The bone is crushed," the doctor examined carefully, "and a blood vessel is severed, causing significant blood loss. We can only perform immobilization and stop the bleeding now. With an injury like this, surgery at the hospital is a must."

"Then stop the bleeding first," said Fu Xingzhou, looking at her bleeding foot, his heart contracting harshly, as if someone was squeezing it tightly, making even breathing difficult.

Normally, even a simple twist of her ankle would cause him distress, wishing he could bear the pain for her.

Now with such a severe injury, his sense of equilibrium was utterly disrupted, his mind consumed with the thought of her excruciating pain.

Fu Xingzhou clutched Ye Yan’s hand tightly. Due to the blood loss, her hand was exceptionally pale, and a chill emanated from her skin, making his own heart grow increasingly colder.

"What are you dawdling for? Stop the bleeding quickly."

It seemed as if every second the doctors took, her life was slipping away. This uncontrollable feeling, this sense of helplessness, pushed him to the brink of breakdown and self-doubt.

All he wanted was to keep her by his side, cutting off all her exits.

He hadn’t anticipated her to be so fiercely resolute, to the point of risking her life to escape him.

If she died, all his actions would be rendered meaningless.

"Mr. Fu, you, you’re in the way," the doctor mustered the courage to step forward and persuade: "Please let go of Miss Ye first, so we can stop the bleeding."

Hearing the doctor’s words, Fu Xingzhou finally released Ye Yan’s hand, giving space for the doctors to work.

Throughout the process, he watched Ye Yan’s face without blinking an eye, as she lay there quietly, breathlessly still.

Once vibrant, she had now become eerily silent.

Far from the arrogant person others perceived her to be, before him, she would show the purity of a little girl, seriously conduct live eating broadcasts, and reveal a side of herself unseen by others, completely and fully to him.

Because to her, he was that significant and extraordinary presence.

However, her now cold indifference and hatred towards him was the result of his own doing, a situation he had brought upon himself, thoroughly deserved.

Not content with just making her sad, he now almost personally ended her life.

Slap!

The doctors jumped, startled by the sharp sound of a slap echoing loudly in the empty space.

But no one dared to look at Fu Xingzhou’s expression, instead focusing on their work.

Upon arriving at the hospital, the doctors felt like a weight had been lifted.

If anything went wrong with Miss Ye in the ambulance, they seriously doubted they would escape being "dragged down with her."

After all, his look and behavior were frightening. Without a strong psychological resolve, they would have already abandoned the ambulance and run away.

Ye Yan was wheeled into the operating room.

Li Xiuze and Li Wanru rushed over as well.

This incident also involved Li Wanru to some degree, and now Li Xiuze had to rectify his stance to prevent Fu Xingzhou from settling scores after the fact—nobody could withstand his fury then.