Marry Me Quick

Chapter 269

Su Ziyue’s expression became uglier and horrendous. As she sat up slowly, the nurse placed a pillow behind her

back attentively for her to lean on.

She placed her hand on her belly, and it took her a long time to come around. Su Ziyue shook her head and asked,

“How is this possible?”

The nurse noticed her reaction and sighed silently.

Patients who could afford the VIP ward were all very wealthy, but when it came to situations like this, there was no

difference between the rich and poor; the experiences were all the same.

The nurse couldn’t help but console her. “You’re still young—as long as you take good care of your body, getting

pregnant again shouldn’t be a problem. Don’t be too sad…”

As the nurse comforted her, she soon realized that Su Ziyue remained in a daze. She then asked, “How are you

feeling now? Your family just went out, so would you like to watch some television for a while?”

She was a new nurse at the hospital, and she was very friendly to her patients. After she finished her sentence, she

switched on the television directly and placed the remote control next to Su Ziyue. “I shall leave first. If you need

anything, you can press the bell.”

Su Ziyue completely ignored the nurse’s words. She lay on the bed with a dull expression on her face while staring

at the ceiling blankly.

She placed a hand on her belly, and her other hand unknowingly clenched into a fist.

There used to be a child that belonged to Qin Muchen and I right here?

However, the child is no longer with us, and it is all my fault...

At that moment, the door opened.

A long and slender figure came into the room, but Su Ziyue was so immersed in her emotions that she wasn’t even

curious about who had entered.

“You’re awake.” The voice of a warm and gentle male could be heard, and it brought along a refreshing and

comforting touch to it.

Su Ziyue thought it sounded familiar as she turned around to look at the man.

As she caught sight of the man’s face, Su Ziyue was surprised for a moment before she muttered, “Mr. Feng?”

Feng Xingyan approached her closer. As he looked at Su Ziyue’s expression, his sharp brows knitted slightly. “You’ve

been asleep all day. Are you hungry now? Do you want something to eat?”

He propped down in front of the bed and looked at Su Ziyue with his gentle eyes.

His eyes were a different color than Qin Muchen’s dark, black ones; Feng Xinyan had dark brown eyes which looked

less gloomy. On the contrary, they looked more approachable and somewhat trustworthy.

Su Ziyue ripped off the IV drip on her hand and grabbed Feng Xingyan’s arm tightly with both of her hands. Because

of her sudden emotional outburst, her beautiful and bright face looked extra ferocious. “Was the nurse really telling

the truth? How can I be pregnant? Why didn’t I know that I was pregnant? She…”

“Calm down.” Feng Xingyan was abnormally composed when faced with Su Ziyue’s sudden outburst of emotions.

“Colm down.” Feng Xingyon wos obnormolly composed when foced with Su Ziyue’s sudden outburst of emotions.

Insteod of pushing her hond owoy, he looked ot her colmly. “Before you woke up, I thought obout keeping it o secret

from you. However, I felt like you hod the right to know whot hoppened to your body even though it might couse

you immense suffering. The sorrow is temporory, ond it will poss soon.”

Feng Xingyon sounded os if he wos comforting her, but it olso sounded cruel ond cold.

Su Ziyue screomed. “No, it won’t poss, it won’t poss… I killed him… I thought I hod o bod stomoch, ond Qin Muchen

hod even gotten o doctor to check on me. How is this even possible…”

She shook her heod vigorously while repeoting the four words ‘How is it possible?’ os her teors kept trickling down

like roindrops.

It wos o life; oll of this hoppened becouse of my negligence. I om to blome for everything.

Su Ziyue grobbed her hoir chooticolly, ond her teors were folling like broken strings of peorls.

Feng Xingyon stretched his hond out in on ottempt to stop her from torturing herself, but she wos so immersed in

her feelings thot she couldn’t even bother.

Feng Xingyon’s expression dorkened slightly, ond he colled the doctor to give her o sedotive.

After toking the sedotive, Su Ziyue colmed down ond fell silent completely before folling into o deep sleep.

Feng Xingyon stood ot the edge of the bed ond wotched her for o moment. When his phone rong, he turned oround

ond wolked toword the window to onswer the phone.

After onswering the coll, Feng Xingyon norrowed his eyes ond osked, “Any updotes?”

“Qin Muchen is sending his people to look for Miss Su everywhere…”

“Mmm. Don’t let him find out obout this ploce, ond prepore o privote jet. Get reody to heod bock to Jingcheng City

tonight.”

With thot, Feng Xingyon ended the coll ond turned to look ot Su Ziyue os she loy on the bed. His eyes were burning

in desperotion.

…

A block Bentley wos moving on the rood. It rushed forword intensely, ignoring oll the troffic lights.

Finolly, the cor stopped in front of the monsion where Gong Zeyong hod used to lock Su Ziyue up previously.

The next second, the door of the block Bently opened up.

Qin Muchen come down from the cor looking os pole os o sheet. He didn’t bother to close the door ond rushed

directly into the monsion.

“Calm down.” Feng Xingyan was abnormally composed when faced with Su Ziyue’s sudden outburst of emotions.

Instead of pushing her hand away, he looked at her calmly. “Before you woke up, I thought about keeping it a secret

from you. However, I felt like you had the right to know what happened to your body even though it might cause

you immense suffering. The sorrow is temporary, and it will pass soon.”

Feng Xingyan sounded as if he was comforting her, but it also sounded cruel and cold.

Su Ziyue screamed. “No, it won’t pass, it won’t pass… I killed him… I thought I had a bad stomach, and Qin Muchen

had even gotten a doctor to check on me. How is this even possible…”

She shook her head vigorously while repeating the four words ‘How is it possible?’ as her tears kept trickling down

like raindrops.

It was a life; all of this happened because of my negligence. I am to blame for everything.

Su Ziyue grabbed her hair chaotically, and her tears were falling like broken strings of pearls.

Feng Xingyan stretched his hand out in an attempt to stop her from torturing herself, but she was so immersed in

her feelings that she couldn’t even bother.

Feng Xingyan’s expression darkened slightly, and he called the doctor to give her a sedative.

After taking the sedative, Su Ziyue calmed down and fell silent completely before falling into a deep sleep.

Feng Xingyan stood at the edge of the bed and watched her for a moment. When his phone rang, he turned around

and walked toward the window to answer the phone.

After answering the call, Feng Xingyan narrowed his eyes and asked, “Any updates?”

“Qin Muchen is sending his people to look for Miss Su everywhere…”

“Mmm. Don’t let him find out about this place, and prepare a private jet. Get ready to head back to Jingcheng City

tonight.”

With that, Feng Xingyan ended the call and turned to look at Su Ziyue as she lay on the bed. His eyes were burning

in desperation.

…

A black Bentley was moving on the road. It rushed forward intensely, ignoring all the traffic lights.

Finally, the car stopped in front of the mansion where Gong Zeyang had used to lock Su Ziyue up previously.

The next second, the door of the black Bently opened up.

Qin Muchen came down from the car looking as pale as a sheet. He didn’t bother to close the door and rushed

directly into the mansion.

When he entered the house, he noticed Nan Chuan standing in front with a cold expression on his face. A group of

servants were standing neatly behind him, and there were a few men—who had been beaten horribly—lying on the

floor.

Qin Muchen walked toward Nan Chuan and asked in a hoarse voice, “Where is she?”

However, Qin Muchen could only form the shape of the word ‘she’ with his mouth; there was no sound to be heard

because his throat was so dry to the point where he couldn’t even make a sound.

“Sorry boss. When I rushed here…”

Before Nan Chuan could even finish his sentence, he was kicked by Qin Muchen.

As he was kicked, Nan Chuan’s tall body fell backward, which displayed the force Qin Muchen had exerted.

The servants who were standing behind Nan Chuan had already taken two steps back when Qin Muchen landed the

kick on Nan Chuan.

Nan Chuan clutched his chest that was in great pain as he grinded his teeth and got up. His tall and nicely built

figure seemed unusually dejected.

He bowed slightly and stood in silence, looking as though he was repentant for his mistakes.

Qin Muchen seemed like an infuriated lion, losing his mind completely.

He walked toward Nan Chuan and punched him in the face. His voice was extremely hoarse as he asked, “I sent you

here to pick her up, so where the hell is she right now?”

Taking another punch, Nan Chuan did not wipe off the blood stains on the side of his lips. Instead, he stood there

expressionlessly as he allowed Qin Muchen to hit him as he wished.

Qin Muchen’s chest was moving up and down vigorously, and his voice sounded extremely hoarse. “You’re a whole

bunch of useless trash!”

With that, he walked toward the men who had been beaten and were on the floor. He randomly grabbed one of

them and asked gloomily, “Speak—where is Su Ziyue?”

The man said intermittently, “I… don’t know…”

Qin Muchen’s expression suddenly turned cruel as he repeated, “You don’t know?”

“No…”

Without waiting for him to speak, Qin Muchen slammed the man with great force and the latter fell to the floor

once again.

Then, he stepped on his neck.

The next moment, the man’s blood vessels burst as his blood splattered all over the floor. At the same time, the

man died on the spot and no sound could be heard anymore.

The fresh blood splashed onto Qin Muchen’s black trousers. As blood seeped through the fabric, Qin Muchen spoke

impassively, “Let me ask again—where is Su Ziyue?”