I Hate You

Fu Anxuan carefully applied medicine and bandaged Little Bao's wound.

"Hold on! Once the medicine is on, it won't hurt anymore."

His movements were gentle, but the stinging from the disinfectant was unavoidable.

"I'm only four years old, and Mommy says we're still babies! But in my heart, big brother, you're really amazing. Even when you're hurt, you still know how to apply medicine and bandage wounds like a doctor."

Little Bao looked up at Fu Anxuan with admiration and gave him a thumbs-up.

Fu Anxuan glanced at him coldly and didn't say anything.

"Big brother, do you know? When I got hurt before, it was Uncle Shen who helped me bandage my wounds. He's such a nice person! In my eyes, he's the perfect father."

Fu Anxuan's expression darkened as he replied casually.

"Oh."

"By the way, I don't know how Mommy is doing. I want to go see her. Will you come with me?"

Little Bao was still worried about Wen Yiran.

"Daddy said no one is allowed to disturb her. Going there will only affect her treatment," Fu Anxuan said in a serious tone.

"That's right. Daddy is such a bad guy with a terrible temper. I guess I have to wait a little longer."

Little Bao's little mouth wouldn't stop talking as he kept asking questions.

"Big brother, is Daddy also not very nice?"

Little Bao asked nonstop, chattering away in front of Fu Anxuan.

Fu Anxuan, who had always liked quiet since he was young, felt his ears buzzing. This little brother was just too talkative! He couldn't take it anymore.

"Xiaobao, can you be quiet for a while? Even just one minute?" Fu Anxuan looked at him helplessly.

Xiaobao nodded quickly, then obediently sat on the chair and swung his short legs. But his little eyes stayed fixed on the clock on the table.

"Brother, one minute has passed! Can I talk now?" Xiaobao asked innocently.

Fu Anxuan nodded with a wry smile.

Xiaobao immediately jumped off the chair, ran over, and kissed him on the cheek. "Brother, am I super punctual? One minute, not more, not less!"

The once quiet and lonely room suddenly became lively.

On the fourth floor, in a large room, Wen Yiran lay on a big bed. The corner of her pillow was damp with tears.

She hadn't woken up since fainting, and her breathing was weak.

Occasionally, she let out miserable cries in her sleep.

Fu Xichen's black eyes narrowed as he stared at her thin body.

He was furious at what Wen Yiran did four years ago, and he even punished her. But she didn't deserve to die!

After all, Su Wan was still alive, and Wen Yiran had already paid the price by donating her liver.

He couldn't deny that he had lost control and choked her too hard earlier. But if she really died because of him…

The image of Wen Yiran celebrating their child's birthday in the living room flashed through his mind.

His emotions, which had been buried deep, suddenly surged up, making him feel restless.

"Butler, why isn't the doctor here yet?!"

Fu Xichen urged again for the ninth time.

The butler was under immense pressure, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He answered carefully, "The doctor said he'll be here soon!"

Not again!

Fu Xichen's face darkened, and veins popped on his forehead. He couldn't wait any longer!

Just then, Wen Yiran's body trembled violently as if electrocuted. Her breathing became rapid, like she was about to suffocate.

Fu Xichen immediately stepped forward, pressing down on her struggling hands. He growled, "Wen Yiran, you have to live for me!"

Then, he took a deep breath, ready to give her artificial respiration.

"Young master, Dr. Li is here!"

The butler's voice finally rang out. At the other end of the corridor, a man in a white coat ran toward them.

Fu Xichen's lips, which were about to touch hers, froze in mid-air.

He turned his head and saw a flash of white approaching quickly.

Dr. Li, still panting, explained before even stopping, "I'm late! There was a traffic jam on the way."

"Hurry up!" Fu Xichen snapped.

Dr. Li quickly took out his medical kit and began examining Wen Yiran.

Suddenly, Wen Yiran's violent convulsions stopped. Her fingers trembled slightly.

"No! Doctor, don't! Don't take my child away!"

Her piercing scream shocked everyone in the room. She clutched her lower abdomen tightly with both hands.

"Mr. Fu, please hold her hands down!"

Without hesitation, Fu Xichen pressed down on her hands.

But unexpectedly, a strong force burst from her delicate hands, knocking his away.

In an instant, Wen Yiran sat up, hugging her flat belly and crying out in pain.

"My child! Fu Xichen, give me back my child! Did you ever think about our baby when you tortured me? I hate you! I hate you to the bone!"

Fu Xichen's whole body froze.

What was she talking about?!

Before he could process it, Wen Yiran suddenly lifted her head. Her pale face was framed by messy long hair.

Her bloodshot eyes locked onto Fu Xichen. Then, like a madwoman, she lunged at him.

But before she could reach him, her body suddenly stopped mid-air and was thrown back onto the bed.

"Mr. Fu, the patient's emotions are unstable. It's seriously affecting her condition. I just gave her a sedative. She'll lose consciousness briefly. We have to wait for her to wake up before we can continue the examination. But there's no immediate danger to her life," Dr. Li explained.

Dr. Li quickly injected her arm with a needle. Otherwise, he couldn't imagine what would happen next.

Fu Xichen's sharp gaze landed on Dr. Li.

A chilling feeling ran down Dr. Li's spine. He held his breath, not daring to move.

"Don't let me see you in a white coat again."

Dr. Li was stunned but nodded obediently, then followed the butler out.

The room became quiet again, but Fu Xichen's mind was in turmoil.

There were things he had to find out himself!

He immediately walked to the balcony and took out his phone to make a call…

When he returned to the bedside, Wen Yiran was still unconscious.

To confirm his suspicion, he slowly approached her and reached out to unbutton her clothes.

Suddenly, a pair of crimson eyes snapped open.

Her gaze was filled with hatred.

"Fu Xichen, what are you doing?!" Wen Yiran immediately pushed his hand away and sat up.

"Take off your clothes!" he ordered coldly.

"No!" Wen Yiran sneered and got off the bed.

The moment her feet touched the ground, she was pushed back onto the bed.

"What are you pretending for? Have you forgotten who was having a good time in this bed first?"

Fu Xichen gritted his teeth. His tall figure loomed over her small body.

Memories surged back, twisting his heart like a knife!