Quadruplets' Charm: The Tycoon's Hidden Heirs-Chapter 173 - It feels like a piece of flesh has

Chapter 173: Chapter 173: It feels like a piece of flesh has been cut off alive

Chapter 173 -173: It feels like a piece of flesh has been cut off alive

“Yes. They had no idea who the person they kidnapped was, thinking she was just some rich man’s wife. When they learned it was someone belonging to Ye Sihan, they peed themselves on the spot,” Xiao Yu said and then looked at Ye Sihan’s face. After watching his expressions, he added, “In the chaos, no one took care of Yu Zhaohui, and she ran off on her own.”

After wiping the sweat from Tang Yu’s forehead, Ye Sihan spoke, “What’s the temperature?”

The female doctor standing by, who had been too frightened to speak, replied, “Normal. I think the patient is sleeping poorly because of psychological trauma.”

Having said that, the doctor left.

After the doctor had gone, Xiao Yu didn’t leave but continued to report, “Mr. Ye, we learned from the mouths of those loan sharks that the real mastermind behind this is someone else—Tang Fulin.”

Ye Sihan, looking at the now-calm Tang Yu, said in a deep voice, “Bring him here.”

It wasn’t long before Tang Yu woke up again in alarm.

The ward was empty, silent; her mind was foggy, and she couldn’t recall why she was there.

She was here, so why weren’t the little ones?

She longed to hold their soft, fragrant little bodies.

Tang Yu threw off the covers and climbed down from the hospital bed, walking out of the ward.

The whole floor was booked, so there were no other patients or family members around—it was very quiet.

The corridor lights were dim, with signs indicating the direction of the elevator.

Tang Yu, regardless of being in her pajamas with slippers on, hurried down the corridor.

Just as she was about to press the button for the elevator, there seemed to be a noise coming from the direction of the bathroom on her right.

Driven by curiosity, Tang Yu walked toward it.

The closer she got, the clearer the human sounds—”Wuwuwu! Wuwuwu!”

Who was there? What happened?

Tang Yu approached the door, peering in from the edge.

The snow-white tiles were splattered with blood, bodyguards on either side, Tang Fulin convulsing on the floor bathed in blood, and his hands… starting from the wrists, all had been chopped off, still spurting blood relentlessly.

Ye Sihan stood nearby, unmarked by bloodstains due to his black clothes.

Yet the hand holding the knife was covered in blood, the blade dripping red, a grisly sight.

The thick scent of blood rushed into Tang Yu’s nostrils.

Startled, she covered her mouth and nose but could still smell the intense odor of blood. Her eyes widened with terror, a wave of nausea hitting her, and she began to retch, “Ugh!”

Then her body went limp, and she collapsed to the floor.

Ye Sihan’s body jerked at the sound, turning his head to look at the door. He saw Tang Yu lying unconscious on the ground, wearing a thin nightgown, her slender white legs exposed, conveying a brittle sense of fragility.

The knife dropped uncontrollably from his hand as Ye Sihan strided over, scooping up the person on the floor and carried her back to the room.

The remaining bodyguards were left to clean up the scene.

That evening, Tang Yu, who had until then been relatively stable, began to run a high fever.

The doctor and nurses, on standby, rushed in and out of the ward, treating Tang Yu and trying to bring the fever down quickly.

“Mmm…” Tang Yu moaned uncomfortably in her hospital bed, her head shaking from side to side as if trapped in some terrible nightmare.

The female doctor, coming back to take Tang Yu’s temperature, was trembling with fear as she checked and rechecked.

Ye Sihan’s oppressive presence beside her was so stifling it made it hard to breathe, as if life could be snuffed out at any moment.

Over an hour later, when the doctor saw the temperature had dropped, she dared to speak, “The temperature is down to 37 degrees now, it has fallen.”

“Stand by,” said Ye Sihan, his voice chillingly cold.

That night, Ye Sihan did not sleep, and he made sure nobody else did either, all standing outside the ward.

They were ready to administer treatment at a moment’s notice should anything go wrong with Tang Yu.

Ye Sihan sat on the edge of the bed, running the back of his hand over Tang Yu’s now normal temperature face, “Scared? This is what he deserved. For my child, someone had to pay with their life.”

When Tang Yu awoke, it was already noon the next day.

Her head felt heavy and clouded as she strove to clear it.

It seemed the scene she’d witnessed had been nothing but a nightmare.

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A nightmare? No, not a nightmare… Tang Yu jolted upright, “Ah!”

Ye Sihan held her in his arms.

Seeing Ye Sihan’s face, which merged with the image of a man covered in blood, Tang Yu’s face filled with terror, her body trembling, “You… let me go! Don’t touch me!” Tears poured down her face.

“Don’t move,” Ye Sihan held her tightly.

“You killed my dad… You killed him…” Tang Yu struggled desperately against Ye Sihan’s strength, even in her despair. “There’s blood everywhere…”

“He won’t die, I just chopped off both of his hands, from now on he won’t be able to gamble anymore,” Ye Sihan said nonchalantly, as if those weren’t human hands but the hands of ants.

Tang Yu, with tears streaming down her face, looked at him as if he was not a person, but the Devil.

Ye Sihan’s palm stroked her face, smaller than his grip, he looked at her intently, his voice gentle, “I solved such a big problem for you, how are you going to thank me?”

Tang Yu’s body trembled even more; she didn’t want to stay by this man’s side at all, it was too terrifying.

She begged tearfully, “The child is gone, can I… can I leave the capital now? Ye Sihan, please let me go, okay?”

Ye Sihan did not speak, his dark eyes enigmatically fixed on her.

“I did my best…” Tang Yu said in pain.

“You should recover first,” Ye Sihan held her face, his thin lips pressed against hers, seizing her small mouth, deeply possessing.

“Mmm!” Tang Yu couldn’t break free, as if in the palm of his hand, she could never turn over.

She didn’t understand, why not say it now?

After staying in the hospital for three days, Tang Yu returned to the Ye Mansion.

She continued to recover there, only moving around indoors.

After all, she had just had an abortion and couldn’t be exposed to the wind.

That afternoon, Tang Yu woke up, and there was nobody else in the room.

She walked out to the living room, where a new phone sat on the table.

It was replaced by Ye Sihan.

Her previous phone had been damaged in the car accident.

Picking up the phone, there was a call from an unknown number.

She didn’t know who it was and was about to ignore it when the number called again.

The phone was set to silent.

Tang Yu answered, and Yu Zhaohui’s voice came through, “Hello? Is that Xiaoyu?”

“Mom? Are you alright?”

“Yes, I escaped. How about you? Are you okay? Ye Sihan didn’t send you to meet those loan sharks, did he?” Yu Zhaohui asked.

“No…” Tang Yu didn’t tell the truth.

“Good you didn’t go! I was scared to death!” Yu Zhaohui sighed in relief, she only had this one daughter, and if something happened to her, what would she have to look forward to in life? “But let me tell you, you didn’t need to go, Ye Sihan’s men almost razed that Gambling City to the ground! Then I took the chaos as a chance to run out.”

Tang Yu didn’t doubt for an instant that Ye Sihan was capable of doing that.

“Those loan sharks are insane, Tang Fulin owes them money so they abduct us? They must be tired of living!”

“It was Tang Fulin working with the loan sharks. He deliberately let Tang Yifei reveal his death to me, thinking I would definitely show up, but when you went instead, they had no choice but to capture you to threaten me,” Tang Yu heard about it later.

“What? For money, he is worse than a beast!” Yu Zhaohui was almost furious to death.

“Ye Sihan chopped off both his hands, whether he lives or dies is none of my concern now,” Tang Yu said.

After ending the call with Yu Zhaohui, she went back to the bedroom, walked out onto the balcony, and stood by the railing.

Her pajama-clad body looked even more delicate and fragile.

Looking into the distance, her tears began to well up as she gazed.

She had told Yu Zhaohui that the child was gone, and Yu Zhaohui’s shocked voice was strident, cursing Tang Fulin and his ancestors for what felt like an eternity, leaving a ringing in Tang Yu’s ears.

Originally, this child was not one she awaited with anticipation.

Even as an accident, she had tried everything to get rid of him.

But now that the child was gone, her heart was in so much pain, filled with extreme sorrow.

She had felt him growing inside her day by day, heard his heartbeat. And… she had felt the moment the doctor removed him from her belly, as if a piece of flesh was being torn from her.

Tang Yu’s tears flowed like a fountain, the unfocused scenery she no longer cared to admire had become a blur, her body swaying unsteadily.

A cape-style coat was draped over her, and with it, she was enveloped in an embrace.

Carried back to the bedroom, and seated on the bed.

“She’s not dead, shouldn’t you be happy?” Ye Sihan looked at her sorrowful tears and said solemnly.

Outside the door, he overheard Tang Yu on the phone, deducing from the conversation who she was talking with.