Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

"Bang..." The heavy gunshot sounded like it came from the depths of hell, echoing in the empty mansion.

Fu Yanchen's heart was torn into millions of pieces in an instant, and his eyes were closed tightly, as if to isolate himself from the pain and cruelty of the world.

The pain came in waves, wave after wave, almost making him unable to breathe.

After a while, the expected bloody scene did not appear.

Xu Xiaoxiao stood there, seemingly unharmed.

She was stunned and forgot to react for a moment.

After a while, she came back to her senses and reluctantly pulled the trigger again.

Once, twice, three times... the gunshots rang out, but miraculously, she remained unscathed.

Fu Yanchen noticed something strange. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw Xu Xiaoxiao standing there unharmed.

He instantly understood that the gun was a Russian Roulette gun and had only one bullet.

Xu Xiaoxiao's luck was surprisingly good, and the first few shots were all empty shots.

But if she keeps pulling the trigger, that last bullet will eventually...

Thinking of this, Fu Yanchen couldn't help but feel frightened.

He rushed forward with quick eyes and hands, and when Xu Xiaoxiao's attention was distracted, he snatched the gun from her hand and threw it to the bodyguard behind him.

Immediately afterwards, he hugged Xu Xiaoxiao tightly in his arms and said in a trembling voice: "Xiaoxiao, can we stop making trouble? Let's stop making trouble. Can we reconcile? Do you know how panicked I was just now? ? I'm really afraid of losing you. If you want a divorce, why don't I agree to it? I agree. As long as you are well, I am willing to do anything."

Fu Yanchen has never been so scared as now.

He was afraid of losing Xu Xiaoxiao, and even more afraid of being separated from her.

He understands that the most precious thing in life is the person in front of him. As long as she can live well, it doesn't matter if he lets her go.

His heart was filled with regret and self-blame.

If he could have cared more about her and understood her more, maybe they wouldn't be where they are today.

But it's too late to say anything now. He just wants to use his actions to save this relationship.

He hugged Xu Xiaoxiao tightly, as if he wanted to integrate her into his body.

The sound of his heartbeat sounded particularly clear and powerful in the silent room, as if telling his deep affection for her. Xu Xiaoxiao also snuggled quietly in his arms without speaking, but her eyes revealed a trace of complicated emotions.

At this moment, Fu Yanchen finally understood what true love is - not possession and control, but understanding and tolerance. He was willing to let her go and use his own life to protect her happiness.

As long as she is willing to give him a chance, he is willing to spend the rest of his life making up for his past mistakes and regrets.

In Fu Yanchen's warm embrace, Xu Xiaoxiao's face was like snowflakes in winter, gradually losing its color and becoming shockingly pale.

No matter how tight his embrace was, he couldn't hold on to her gradually losing vitality.

Suddenly, Xu Xiaoxiao's face twisted, as if he was suffering from unspeakable pain.

Her brows were furrowed, as if tightly clamped by invisible iron vise.

The heart felt like being pierced by countless needles at the same time. The pain spread from the heart to the limbs and bones, and even to every cell in the body.

That kind of pain is heartbreaking, like the pain of being burned by fire.

Xu Xiaoxiao's breathing became louder and louder, and every breath was accompanied by endless pain.

Fu Yanchen finally noticed something was wrong.

He pulled Xu Xiaoxiao's face, and his voice was trembling like never before: "Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Xu Xiaoxiao tried her best to squeeze out a pale smile. The smile was like the setting sun in winter, pale and weak, but with a sense of relief.

She said intermittently: "Fu...Fu Yanchen, I...I can finally...leave you..."

Before she finished speaking, Fu Yanchen felt a wave of hot air brushing his face.

It was blood, blood as black and thick as night. After Xu Xiaoxiao said that, he spit out a mouthful of black blood. The color of the blood was so dark that it seemed like filth pouring out from the depths of hell.

Xu Xiaoxiao lost consciousness. Her body was like a kite with its string broken, and she fell weakly into Fu Yanchen's arms. There was a faint smile on her lips, which was contentment and relief.

"Smile! Smile!"

Fu Yanchen's voice echoed throughout the room, carrying endless panic and despair.

He hugged Xu Xiaoxiao tightly, as if he wanted to integrate her into his body.

"Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance!"

He shouted into the empty room, his voice filled with unprecedented anxiety and panic, and his eyes filled with unprecedented fear and pleading, as if he was willing to sacrifice his own life in exchange for Xu Xiaoxiao's safety.

However, it was too late.

Xu Xiaoxiao's life was passing by little by little, but Fu Yanchen could only watch her getting farther and farther away from him. His heart was filled with regret and self-blame. If he had...

But now, it's too late to say anything.

He could only hold Xu Xiaoxiao tightly and use his body temperature to warm her gradually cooling body.

His tears fell silently, dripping on Xu Xiaoxiao's pale face, turning into crystal pearls.

At this moment, he finally understood what true loss was - the heart-rending pain, the irreparable regret, the desire to be willing to sacrifice his life for it.

Everything seemed to be too late. He felt that Xu Xiaoxiao's body was getting colder and colder, and he felt that Xu Xiaoxiao was slowly leaving him.

The lights in the hospital emergency room kept on, as if they were the only hope in the endless darkness.

Behind that closed door is the battle between life and death, and the judgment of fate.

In the corridor outside, Fu Yanchen sat alone on the ground. His hair was messy and had lost its former sophistication; his high-end custom-made suit was full of wrinkles and his tie was askew, having long since lost its proper neatness and elegance.

At this moment, he is no longer the all-powerful business tycoon, but just an ordinary man, a husband who is worried about his wife's safety.

His eyes were empty and confused, as if he had lost his soul.

His hands were clasped together tightly, his white knuckles turning blue from excessive exertion.

He was praying in his own way, praying that the closed door could be opened, and praying that Xu Xiaoxiao would be safe.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the corridor, breaking the suffocating silence.

Doctors came in and out, their faces full of seriousness and nervousness.

Fu Yanchen raised his head suddenly, staring closely at the doctors, as if looking for the last hope.

"Doctor, how is my wife?"

His voice was shaky and hoarse, revealing deep anxiety and uneasiness.

The doctors didn't answer him and just hurried into the emergency room.

The door closed again, isolating Fu Yanchen from the outside.

He sat helplessly on the ground, holding his head in his hands, tears sliding down his cheeks.

He had never felt more helpless and hopeless than now.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and Fu Yanchen's thoughts drifted back to the past.

He recalled every detail of his acquaintance with Xu Xiaoxiao, and the strength and fragility behind her smile.

He realized how neglectful he had been of her feelings and needs, how selfish and indifferent he had been.

If he could turn back time, he would trade everything for her safety and health.

After an unknown amount of time, the door to the emergency room finally opened.

The doctor came out and took off his mask. Fu Yanchen immediately stood up from the ground and walked eagerly to the doctor.

"Doctor, how is my wife?" he asked again, with endless expectation and pleading in his voice.

The doctor looked at him, a trace of sympathy and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He shook his head gently, "I'm sorry, we have tried our best."

Fu Yanchen's body stiffened instantly, and he couldn't believe his ears.

He grabbed the doctor's arm tightly, "No! This is impossible! You must be lying to me!" His voice was hoarse and desperate, and tears welled up in his eyes again.

The doctor spoke softly, "Mr. Fu..."