Chapter 1695 - Yang Ziyu's Rescue

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

“Crazy!” Wen Haowen hung up the phone angrily and could not help cursing in a low voice.

At this point, Wen Haowen was completely sober. He actually talked to a crazy person for such a long time… his ears seemed to echo Ning Shuqian’s sharp, insane, crazy, and weird voice.

His mobile phone rang again.

Wen Haowen picked up the phone and scolded without hesitation. “Did I not tell you to not call again…”

His roar came to a halt. The call was from the hospital.

Yang Ziyu fell down the stairs, was in a critical condition, and was now being rescued in the hospital!

Wen Haowen was stunned.

He involuntarily thought about Ning Shuqian’s crazy words from before.

“I went to see your son—”

“I pushed Yang Ziyu gently—”

“So much blood—”

“For my son—”

Wen Haowen shuddered and could not stop hiccuping. He seemed to sink into a boundless dream.

His son, the son who finally came after much hard work…

“How dare Ning Shuqian, that bitch…” Wen Haowen roared fiercely with a hoarse voice because of his drunkenness, just like an angry beast.

Wen Haowen, who finally responded, rushed to the hospital without changing his clothes.

…

On the way, he called the mental hospital where Ning Shuqian was. “Hello! I’m Wen Haowen, Ning Shuqian’s ex-husband. I want to know the specific situation of Ning Shuqian.”

At this point, Wen Haowen even had the heart to kill Ning Shuqian.

“Ning Shuqian absconded from the hospital at about 8 o’clock this evening. Her current whereabouts are unknown. She is a severe mental patient who has threatened society. We have cooperated with the police and are tracing her whereabouts to bring her back to the hospital.”

The news provided by the mental hospital made Wen Haowen’s heart sink even further.

Thinking of that weird call about Yang Ziyu falling down the stairs, his heart was filled with anxiety and fear.

“You will die terribly—” Ning Shuqian’s weird voice echoed in his ears.

Wen Haowen’s face was pale and he could not help but worry that Ning Shuqian would come for him.

She was crazy and could bring herself to do anything.

…

Wen Haowen rushed to the hospital anxiously and fearful.

At this moment, he finally realized that Yang Ziyu fell down the stairs, which meant that the child in her stomach might not be able to make it.

Wen Haowen was really panicking. He pulled a passing nurse and asked, “Nurse, Yang Ziyu, how is her condition now?”

At this point, Wen Haowen looked very decadent, with a drunken look remaining on his face, half-length hair on top of his head. He was wearing a suit worn when he got drunk at night, crumpled over his body, and a white blouse inside. The shirt was wrinkled like dried vegetables and exposed at the corner of his waistband.

The nurse looked at his skeletal form and became a little impatient. “Still in the operating room, wait for the details!”

After speaking, she broke free of Wen Haowen and was ready to leave.

Wen Haowen did not give up and said eagerly, “Please do your best to treat Yang Ziyu. As long as you can keep the baby in her stomach, money is not a problem.”

At this point, Wen Haowen was already in chaos and his mind was in a mess. All he could think about was to keep the child in Yang Ziyu’s stomach at all costs.

“Crazy!” The nurse said and left.

Recently, Wen Haowen’s news had been publicized. After tearing his wife and daughter apart, many people disdain him.

…

The door of the operating room was tightly closed. Drained, he sat on the bench in front of the operating room, waiting anxiously.

Because of his drunken state, Wen Haowen’s mental state was not very good. Coupled with his emotional anxiety at this time, he could feel a headache coming as he leaned on the back of his chair uncomfortably.

Now that he had been suspended for investigation and had been removed from the shareholders’ meeting and the board of directors, the entire Wen Corporation was under Wen Xinya’s control. There was no way for him to turn things around.

If the old man woke up, he would not spare him easily.

His days were gone!

This child was his only reliance.

As long as this child was present, even in the future in front of the old man, he could be full of confidence.

Therefore, nothing must happen to this child.

Ning Shuqian, you bitch, you best to pray that Yang Ziyu and the child in her stomach are alright. Otherwise, I won’t let you go.

…

Wen Haowen’s mind was in a state of confusion, and his anxiety was very extreme.

“Bang—”

The operating room door was pushed open and a nurse came out.

Wen Haowen rushed forward and asked anxiously, “Nurse, how is Yang Ziyu’s condition? Is there anything wrong with the baby in her stomach? Can he be born safely?”

Anxious, Wen Haowen was like a husband who was worried about his wife.

“Yang Ziyu lost too much blood after falling down the stairs and missed the best rescue time. When she was delivered to the hospital, she was dying. After the hospital’s full rescue, it was confirmed that the rescue was invalid. The death notice will be issued later.”

The nurse’s tone was a little regrettable as she died so young.

Wen Haowen stopped completely. “Dead… dead!”

Yang Ziyu was dead?

Then the child in her stomach also…

Realizing this, Wen Haowen’s body went weak.

Nine months had passed and her labor was about to begin. Who knew everything would be in vain.

Ning Shuqian that bitch.

Wen Haowen hated Ning Shuqian to the core.

The nurse did not look at him and continued, “But the child in her stomach has good vital signs. We have contacted the obstetrician and gynecologist to give her a laparotomy and Caesarean section.”

This was a blessing in disguise.

Wen Haowen’s eyes widened suddenly incredulously. “Wha… what?”

The child was okay?

He almost did not believe his ears.

The nurse emphasized. “The child is fine.”

Wen Haowen was stunned, and only then reacted. “Nurse, please keep the child in Yang Ziyu’s belly. Money is not a problem. The important thing is to keep the child. Be sure to keep my son. Don’t let anything happen to him.”

At this time, Wen Haowen’s mind was full of the child in Yang Ziyu’s stomach, pushing the ineffective rescue of Yang Ziyu to the back of his head. His face was even full of excitement and joy after learning that the child was temporarily okay.

From Yang Ziyu’s death to the present, he did not show care or even asked about her, and his words were full of the son who had lost his mother since birth.

Such an indifferent attitude made the nurse cold.

Wen Haowen was full of joy as he walked up and down excitedly in front of the operating room. He could not wait to see his son who was about to be born and was immersed in the joy of becoming a father.