Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 183: Mobile Phones and Children

Chapter 183: Chapter 183: Mobile Phones and Children

Ah!

Ye Yan screamed, already entirely embraced in an embrace.

"Let go of me, let go of me." She tried her best to bite and hit him.

"Yanyan," a familiar voice rang in her ear, "Yanyan, calm down, it’s me, Fu Xingzhou."

Ye Yan opened her eyes in a daze and stared fixedly at the person in front of her.

The person holding her in his arms, letting her continually pound him, was not Li Jin.

It was the thunder that had scared her into a hallucination, making her mistake the person.

"Fu Xingzhou?" She stared incredulously at him, "You are Fu Xingzhou?"

"It’s me." Fu Xingzhou took her hand and caressed his own brow and eyes, "Listen to this voice, look at this face, isn’t it me?"

Under Ye Yan’s fingertips were his high brow bone and nose bridge.

She liked to secretly trace them when he was asleep, muttering to herself about God’s partiality in creating people.

Ye Yan cried out like a child.

"It’s okay now." Fu Xingzhou held her tightly, a sour sensation rising at the tip of his nose, "As long as I am here, no one can hurt you, there, it’s okay now."

He gently patted her back to comfort her, his eyes half filled with pity for her, half with a toxic gaze.

The person he was so carefully cherishing in his palm, whoever thought of harming her must have been ready to face death.

Fu Xingzhou lifted Ye Yan up; his bodyguards hurriedly shone a flashlight to illuminate their way.

Ye Yan clung tightly to his waist, as if finding a safe harbor.

His scent was so familiar it gave her peace of mind, making her unafraid even of the thundering sounds.

"Don’t be scared, I’m taking you back now, we are going to the hospital."

Fu Xingzhou felt her body growing weaker and her consciousness blurring.

She had suffered so much to escape here, and then ran into this thunderous weather. If not for some strong belief supporting her, she would have been gone from this world.

Yet she remained alert, trembling with cold but still keeping herself watchful.

"Cellphone..." Ye Yan felt her head growing heavier, a deathly sensation approaching, and she was terrified, only able to cling tightly to him, "Cellphone...child..."

"The cellphone is with me." Fu Xingzhou heard the two phrases she kept repeating, thinking she was looking for her own phone.

Her life was nearly gone, yet she still concerned about her cellphone.

Ye Yan vigorously shook her head in his embrace, as if vehemently denying it, "Cellphone...child."

Was she still talking about a cellphone?

Was it not her own one?

Child?

What did the child have to do with the cellphone?

Fu Xingzhou tried to extract more information, but she was completely out of it, repeating just those four words.

"Have someone check Ye Yan’s car, see if there’s another cellphone," Fu Xingzhou thought of the empty dossier which, according to the stadium staff, originally contained something.

Could it be that Ye Yan hid something the moment she noticed someone was following her?

Was it a cellphone?

And the child?

"Yanyan, what child are you talking about?"

Fu Xingzhou couldn’t guess and had to ask her again.

But Ye Yan had already fallen into a coma and couldn’t respond.

An ambulance was already waiting halfway. Fu Xingzhou carried Ye Yan into it, speeding towards the hospital.

On the way, he received a call from his subordinate, who reported finding a cellphone in Ye Yan’s car that had a video in it once turned on.

Fu Xingzhou opened the video sent by his subordinate; his eyes gradually became sharp and dark.

Ye Yan had come to the tennis center for this video.

"Sir, Li Jin’s car was found too, but there’s no one inside."

"Search, dig three feet if you have to, but find him for me." Fu Xingzhou’s tone was flat, but the medical staff in the environment shuddered, the small enclosed space seemed to have suddenly dropped to freezing point.

He turned off the video, placing the phone back where it was.

This video, he had not planned to hand it over to the police yet.

Because, he wouldn’t let Li Jin off that easily.

The ambulance arrived at the hospital, and Ye Yan showed signs of awakening.

The overhead surgical light was a bit glaring, which also snapped her into greater consciousness.

"Don’t," Ye Yan suddenly sat up from the bed, exclaiming, "No way."

Medical staff were startled by her.

"Miss Ye, you have multiple wounds on your body, we need to stitch them, we need to administer anesthesia."

"I can’t," Ye Yan hurriedly waved her hands, "You can’t use anesthesia."

The medical staff looked at each other in disbelief.

Fu Xingzhou waited outside the operating room, and it wasn’t long before a doctor came out.

"Mr. Fu, Miss Ye is refusing anesthesia."

"Why?"

He had seen the wounds on her body, only glanced once, and couldn’t bear to look anymore.

Her skin was white and tender, even a small scratch would be obvious.

Faced with Fu Xingzhou’s question, the doctor smiled broadly, "Congratulations Mr. Fu, Miss Ye is pregnant."

Fu Xingzhou stared at the doctor’s face for a long time, as if unable to react.

Thinking he was overwhelmed with joy, the doctor added, "Miss Ye is pregnant, she fears the anesthesia might affect the fetus. Mr. Fu, rest assured, we will try to minimize Miss Ye’s pain without using anesthesia. Both the fetus and Miss Ye will be safe."

Fu Xingzhou remained in a daze even after the doctor left.

Ye Yan was pregnant?

How long had she been pregnant?

Was it because of that one time with him?

Or was it with that man named Chai Chen?

Ye Yan was in the operating room, and he had no way to confirm.

This uncertainty felt like torture, tormenting him every moment.

Part of him was secretly pleased it might be his child, yet he also feared he was not the father.

They had been apart for more than two months already, he really couldn’t convince himself entirely.

Ye Yan hated him so much, she would rather cut off all ties with him.

If the child was his, why would she keep it?

Fu Xingzhou was going insane.

Fortunately, the surgery wasn’t long, the doctors respected Ye Yan’s wishes. They stitched the deeper wounds and used adhesive strips for the shallower ones.

Throughout the process, Ye Yan was conscious.

When she saw Fu Xingzhou, she knew that the news of her pregnancy was inevitable.

In the hospital room, Fu Xingzhou handed her a warm cup of water.

Ye Yan, with her left hand hooked to an IV, took it with her right hand and drank a small sip.

"Thank you for today."

If Fu Xingzhou hadn’t shown up, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"How did you know I was there?"

Ye Yan thought of many people who might discover her disappearance, but never Fu Xingzhou.

The two of them had long lost any connection; he couldn’t possibly still care about her.

But the person she least expected was the last one to show up by her side.

"You called me, don’t you remember?"

"A call?"

Ye Yan then remembered, in her most critical moment, she indeed had made a phone call, but she didn’t know to whom it was dialed, nor whether it went through.

So, that call, it was to Fu Xingzhou, and it connected.

In her phone, Fu Xingzhou was the first contact, a setting he had made himself.