Chapter 243 Unbreakable Calamity

Zhang Jianshe's legs went weak, his knees felt unsteady, and he stumbled back two steps, his back slamming against the wall with a dull thud.

His lips trembled, his eyes filled with panic: "You...you set a trap all along? You deliberately waited for me to take it out? You...you were waiting for me to fall into it from the very beginning?"

Fu Li'an finally breathed a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and a hint of undisguised admiration flashed in his eyes.

He spoke coldly, his voice low yet extremely oppressive: "Now, what do you have left to threaten us with? What trump cards do you have? You have nothing left."

"impossible!"

Zhang Jianshe suddenly went berserk, his eyes bloodshot, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace. He lunged forward, waving his arms wildly, yelling, "You bitch, how dare you play me? You actually dared to play me!"

His face was flushed red, and he roared as if he were about to unleash all the pent-up anger he had been holding back.

Fu Li'an suddenly sprang up from the bed, not caring that the wound on his shoulder had reopened due to the violent movement, and blood instantly stained the gauze.

He pulled his wife behind him, shielding her with his body to prevent her from getting hurt.

He gripped Zhang Jianshe's neck tightly with his right hand, so hard that the other man could barely breathe.

With a muffled thud, he slammed Zhang Jianshe against the wall, rendering him completely immobile as if nailed to a spot.

“You dare touch a single hair on her head,” Fu Lian’an’s voice was as cold as a knife in the dead of winter, each word as if squeezed out from a crack in the ice, exuding a bone-chilling coldness, “I’ll make sure you never set foot in the inland for the rest of your life. Even if you try to escape to the ends of the earth, I can drag you back and personally send you to jail.”

Zhang Jianshe's face turned a deep liver color, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were wide open, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

He desperately scratched at Fu Lian'an's wrist, his fingers twisting and digging, his nails almost tearing the other's skin, but it was as if he was being clamped by iron clamps, unable to move an inch, not even an inch away.

"Li An!"

Seeing this, Qiao Wanyin turned pale with shock. She immediately rushed over and pulled him forcefully, her voice filled with sobs and anxiety, "Your injury! Don't worry about him! Please, take care of yourself first!"

Fu Li'an then slowly released his grip, and as his arm withdrew, the force suddenly dissipated.

Zhang Jianshe seemed to have all his strength drained away, collapsing to the ground with a thud, his back hitting the cold floor hard.

He clutched his neck, making a hoarse coughing sound, panting like a fish thrown ashore, his lips turning purple, and cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

"roll."

Fu Li'an looked down at him, his eyes sharper than knives, so cold they could almost cut through the air. "If I see you near my wife again, don't blame me for being ruthless. I'll not only cripple you, but I'll also make you regret ever being alive."

Zhang Jianshe struggled to sit up, his knees trembling, and his elbow scraped a bloody mark on the ground.

He raised his head, his eyes filled with hatred, his lips trembling, and he growled through gritted teeth, "You...you wait! I won't let this go! One day, you'll be begging me on your knees!"

He stumbled to his feet and rushed out the door.

A series of hurried footsteps and heavy breathing filled the corridor, followed by the thud of a door being violently flung open, then a few screams in the distance. The noise quickly faded away, and in the blink of an eye, it was as quiet as if no one had ever been there, as if the storm had never happened.

Qiao Wanyin quickly supported her swaying husband, holding his trembling body tightly in her arms. "Lie down! Quick! Your clothes are all stained red! Blood... so much blood!"

Large patches of blood had soaked through his uniform, spreading from his shoulders to his chest, spreading rapidly like spilled ink, the dark red color glistening with a wet sheen.

He leaned against her, his breathing rapid and weak, his face as white as paper, his lips bluish, yet he still managed a forced smile, his voice hoarse: "It's okay, it's really okay... Don't cry, Qingqing, I can still stand, I can still walk..."

"Still being stubborn!"

Qiao Wanyin's tears streamed down her face, each drop landing on the edge of the bed. Her voice trembled, almost cracking, as she shouted towards the door, "Nurse! Doctor! Come quick! Hurry! He's bleeding! Save him!"

A moment later, nurses and doctors rushed in, pushing a medicine cart and a stretcher.

They skillfully cut open the blood-stained uniforms, cleaned the wounds, and reapplied medicine and bandaged them.

Layers of gauze were wrapped around it, but blood still seeped out.

She stood beside him, her hands tightly gripping the hem of his clothes, her nails digging into her palms without her noticing. She watched helplessly as he grimaced in pain, cold sweat beading on his forehead and deep teeth marks appearing on his lips. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed, pulled painfully, almost shattering into powder.

After everyone had left, the ward returned to silence, with only the ticking of the medical equipment remaining.

Fu Lian moved his fingers slightly, gently grasped her hand, and said in a voice so low it was almost inaudible, "Qingqing... I'm sorry, I scared you."

She shook her head, tears falling onto the back of his hand, warm and trembling: "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid... As long as you're here, I'm not afraid of anything... Please don't leave me, please..."

Three days later, his condition finally stabilized, his high fever subsided, and his breathing became much more stable.

The doctor said I could be transferred to a regular ward to recuperate, but I would need to be observed for at least another week.

A man in military uniform, wearing the insignia of a major, was sent by his superiors to visit him.

He also brought news about Zhang Jianshe, speaking in a very low voice, as if afraid of being overheard by outsiders.

“Commander Fu,” the middle-aged man stood by the bed, his expression grave, “Based on the clues you provided, we have investigated his activities in the port city. Under the guise of doing business, he shuttled back and forth between the docks, cargo ships, and trading companies. On the surface, he was negotiating deals, but in reality, he was secretly conducting intelligence gathering and colluding with foreign forces for many years. We have obtained evidence of seven instances of him illegally transmitting military intelligence.”

Fu Lian leaned against the headboard, his face still pale, but his eyes were clear. He slowly nodded: "His target this time is me. He knows I am the commander of the border defense regiment and that I have the border defense deployment map and communication codes."

"right."

The other party's expression became even more serious, and he lowered his voice, saying, "They want to take your wife hostage to force you to hand over information. Comrade Qiao works at the hospital, has easy access, and has a close relationship with you, making him the ideal breakthrough point. Fortunately, you discovered the clues in advance, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Qiao Wanyin sat to the side, feeling a chill run through her body and her fingertips grow cold.

She instinctively hugged her arms tightly, her teeth chattering slightly.

She never knew that Zhang Jianshe was so insidious, smiling on the surface but capable of devising such a vicious trap behind the scenes.

It turned out that she had almost become his Achilles' heel, a pawn in the enemy's hands, and nearly pushed him into an abyss of no return.

This part was not mentioned in the original novel, and she never imagined that he could be so ruthless.

"Then...now?"

She looked up, her voice as soft as the wind, "Was he arrested? Or...?"

They escaped?

"The person has been apprehended."