Hospitalized

Elsewhere, Fu Xiuyuan, who had left the banquet hall early, went down to the second floor. When he saw that the door to Room 207 had never been opened, his heart sank.

He immediately went to the security room and had the manager pull up the surveillance footage. The moment he saw Gu Nian'an being dragged away by a strange man, Fu Xiuyuan's calm expression shattered, leaving only undisguised panic.

He shot to his feet and barked, "Bring your men and come with me!"

Taking several bodyguards with him, he headed straight to the second floor and found the last door. He turned the handle, but the door was locked from the inside.

Fu Xiuyuan's gaze sharpened. His legs tensed, and he kicked hard. With a crack, the door flew open.

When he saw the scene inside, he felt all the blood in his body rush to his head. Fury churned relentlessly in his chest, and he could not stop trembling.

Hearing the noise, Fu Shirui started to turn, but before he could look back, someone grabbed his hair and yanked him off the bed. Before he could speak, several men pinned him down.

Turning his head, he saw Fu Xiuyuan's bloodshot eyes and the veins bulging on his forehead. His eyes blazed with fury, his expression dark and terrifying.

The man was breathing heavily, his teeth grinding as he spat out each word. "Fu Shirui, you have a death wish!"

Fu Shirui went deathly pale at the look in his eyes. He felt that the man before him really would kill him, and he stammered, "F-Fu Xiuyuan, you can't touch me. If-if you dare lay a hand on me, Fu Wensheng won't let you get away with it!"

At the mention of Fu Wensheng, Fu Xiuyuan's expression grew even colder.

He glanced at Gu Nian'an, who lay curled up on the bed, his face flushed and his body trembling uncontrollably, then viciously kicked Fu Shirui.

"Take him away and hold him. Don't let him go." He glanced at the young man lying limp on the bed and waved the bodyguards away. Now was not the time to deal with Fu Shirui.

Seeing that Fu Xiuyuan truly intended to act against him, Fu Shirui struggled desperately, disregarding the pain in his body, but the men held him firmly and dragged him away.

Through the haze of his consciousness, Gu Nian'an felt as though the heat in his body would drive him mad. He vaguely seemed to hear Fu Xiuyuan's voice and instinctively looked toward it.

"Sweetheart, don't be scared. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm here." Trembling uncontrollably, Fu Xiuyuan gathered him into his arms and kept soothing him.

Gu Nian'an shuddered several times in succession. Large tears fell uncontrollably onto the bed as he instinctively caught the man's hand and whimpered in a small, trembling voice, "I'm so hot. It feels awful. Sir, I feel so awful."

Seeing Gu Nian'an's reaction, Fu Xiuyuan instinctively wanted to carry him to the hospital, but a moment later, the young man in his arms began rubbing against him incessantly. His expression changed abruptly.

Seeing his abnormal reaction, he asked softly, "Sweetheart, what did Fu Shirui give you to drink?"

Gu Nian'an felt hot all over, dizzy and lightheaded, with waves of heat constantly surging into his lower body. Only moving closer to the man beside him brought a little relief.

The young man seemed unable to make out his question. He kept saying how awful he felt, rubbing against the man uncontrollably.

At such close quarters, he could almost feel the young man's warm breath against his ear. The young man kept murmuring about his discomfort and repeating his name, his eyes full of pain and urgency.

Fu Xiuyuan's breathing gradually grew heavier, darkness churning in his eyes. A flicker of desire crossed them as he looked at the aroused young man in his arms.

Gu Nian'an rubbed against the man's chest again. Before he could do anything else, his chin was suddenly gripped firmly. Before he could react, warm breath brushed his face.

For a moment, Gu Nian'an felt his entire body go weak, as though even his breath were being stolen. The man followed the movement and pressed him beneath him, tilting his face up and kissing from his lips down to his neck.

In his daze, he felt the man's hand reach inside his clothes. Remembering what had just happened, he could not help the flicker of fear in his eyes.

"Don't."

Breathing heavily, Fu Xiuyuan looked at the young man beneath him, whose eyes were filled with fear and helplessness. He drew a deep breath. In the end, reason won out over desire.

He carried the young man into the bathroom, filled the tub with water, and got in with him. Gently undoing his clothes, he helped relieve his desire.

After a long while, he watched Gu Nian'an lean meekly and weakly against his chest, his hands hanging limply at his sides as he panted faintly. His long, thick lashes trembled slightly, casting shadows beneath his eyes.

He was like an obedient little animal.

Finally unable to hold himself back, he could not help lowering his head to kiss those soft red lips.

He lifted Gu Nian'an out of the tub, intending to change him into clean clothes, but as soon as he removed his clothes, he saw the unnatural redness and swelling on his leg.

Fu Xiuyuan's pupils contracted sharply. He brushed it gently, only to hear a whimper of pain from the sleeping young man.

His eyes abruptly darkened. He carefully changed the young man's clothes, then carried him to the hospital.

Through the haze of his consciousness, Gu Nian'an kept feeling as though someone were gently stroking his head.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying in a hospital bed. For a dazed moment, he thought he had returned to his previous life.

Still a little confused, he turned his head and saw Fu Xiuyuan sitting beside his bed, watching him with bloodshot eyes.

Gu Nian'an froze for a moment. He tried to sit up, but piercing pain from his head and leg made him groan.

Hearing the sound, Fu Xiuyuan abruptly came back to himself. Looking at the now-awake young man, he said with worry written all over his face, "Sweetheart, don't move around. Your leg hasn't healed yet."

Remembering how he had brought the young man to the hospital last night, only for the doctor to diagnose a mild concussion and a fractured leg, he could not help the chill that crept into his expression.

"Sir, what happened with the banquet?" The young man's voice was still a little hoarse and shaky.

"I've taken care of everything. It's all right now. Don't be scared. This was all my fault." He reached out and slowly stroked the young man's cheek.

Looking at his pale face, he knitted his brows tightly, unable to stop the ache in his heart.

If not for him, Fu Shirui would never have targeted Gu Nian'an, and Gu Nian'an would never have suffered this undeserved ordeal. Gu Nian'an was already frail; this time, he would probably need another long recovery.

As he looked at the young man, his chest felt increasingly tight, and for a moment, he hardly dared to speak.

Seeing Fu Xiuyuan's guilt-stricken expression, Gu Nian'an gently touched his palm and nuzzled it lightly, saying softly, "It's all right. This wasn't your fault. Besides, you came looking for me, didn't you, sir?"

Ultimately, this was Fu Shirui's fault, and Fu Xiuyuan had found him in time. He was not about to blame him.

There was still a trace of hoarseness in the young man's voice, yet he kept comforting him.

Fu Xiuyuan felt as though something were tugging at his heart, leaving it itching and aching.

After a long while, he sighed. "Get some rest." He rubbed the young man's head, then turned and went out.

Once outside, his gaze gradually turned icy as he looked at the numerous missed calls from Fu Wensheng on his phone.

Irritated, he took out a cigarette. Just as he was about to light it, he suddenly remembered that Gu Nian'an could not tolerate the smell of smoke and silently put it away.

He had kept Fu Shirui detained ever since bringing the young man to the hospital. After learning what had happened, Fu Wensheng and Shang Muxue had kept demanding that he release him.

Thinking of Fu Wensheng's accusations and the sight of Gu Nian'an lying in a hospital bed, Fu Xiuyuan's dark eyes filled with menace.

There was no way he would let this end here.