Mrs Fox Heinous Revenge: Can You Love A Villainess like Me?
Chapter 244: Healing Wounds

Chapter 244: Healing Wounds

"CUT THE CAMERAS!"

"STOP THERE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR PHONES!"

"EVERY STAFF NEED TO BE CHECKED FOR THE CONTENT OF THEIR PHONE GALLERY!"

The loud yell filled the room but Li ZiChen couldn’t care less about it. He had carried AiLin on his arms and rushed out off the room full of people. Director Gu had rushed with him, calling the ambulance as he was too shocked upon seeing AiLin who had hyperventilated. She was still weeping, holding to Li ZiChen’s skin and dug her nails deep into it. Yet despite this he didn’t move, he didn’t let himself free knowing that she would be curled into a ball for the PTSD she had gone through.

"Wh- what’s happening," Director Gu asked in a worry, "I’m sorry Director Li, this wasn’t what should have happened.

He should say "it’s fine" or something along the line of that but upon seeing AiLin breaking apart he couldn’t say anything but frown. He looked at Director Gu and sighed, continuing to march to his car as he surprised YanLan who was there relaxing while letting out a smoke from his mouth.

When his cousin came, he coughed everything from his throat, crying a little for the burn aftertaste that had choked him. He was going to ask what had happened but seeing AiLin scratching and wailing from Li ZiChen’s arms made him panic and he immediately opened the door.

"Where should we go?"

"The imperial Hospital," Li ZiChen hurried as he pushed himself inside while holding AiLin tight around his arms.

Director Gu who had helped him was worried, "The ambulance should be here soon!"

"Too late!" Li ZiChen shut the door and almost immediately the car sped up as if it was on a racing track. YanLan had made sure they were safe but chose the fastest speed and lane so they could rush to the hospital while sneaking glances behind, finding that Li ZiChen was muttering something to AiLin’s ears, as if he was whispering prayers, soothing her while rubbing her wet forehead and pushing her hair. He tried to say that he was there and that there was no one else that was going to hurt her who would be there but AiLin couldn’t hear it. She was hysterical.

When they arrived by the hospital, one of their cousin Li RuLan was yawning wide over his mouth when he got startled and saw Li ZiChen who entered to the Emergency Room.

"H- HEY! Are you alright?! What did that old witch try to hurt you again, I knew it she sent that girl-" Li RuLan didn’t finish his words when he looked down at AiLin on Li ZiChen’s arms who was struggling to breath, her tears drenching her eyes.

"Go," Li ZiChen demanded and Li RuLan stepped backward before yelling to the nurse for a stretcher and a bed.

Multiple doctors came but AiLin became even more disoriented. She couldn’t control herself or the fear that was overwhelming her entire nerves and mind. Someone’s warmth enveloped her, holding her down and though she was scared, she knew she could trust to this one hand. She let him held her and felt his words through her ears.

He then spoke to someone who was worried, but shook his head and a nurse had came beside him, sitting down while injecting a tranquilizer to soothe AiLin’s errant nerves.

The Li Family was immediately notified and the first to come was Li ZiChen’s mother who had also met Hua Valentine who had also just arrived.

They exchange pleasantries, happy to see each other but they couldn’t bask in the moment of introducing and getting to know each other when AiLin was in a situation where her heart and spirit was broken.

Earlier on, once AiLin was brought to the hospital, Li ZiChen had tried to put her down the bed but she kept moving around and couldn’t be pinned to the bed but what had hurt him more was to see that she was too fearful, crying for help but no name was uttered for that help.

He recalled again how the hospital’s sterile white walls blurred in his vision as the chaotic sounds of hurried footsteps, medical jargon, and AiLin’s ragged breathing filled the air. His grip on her remained firm, unwilling to let go, even as the doctors surrounded him.

"AiLin, AiLin, you’re safe," he murmured, his voice raw. He cradled her trembling body, feeling every shudder, every hiccup of breath that caught in her throat. He had seen many things in his life, power struggles, betrayal, even death, but nothing had ever made his chest tighten like this.

AiLin, the girl who had once stood so proudly, so stubbornly, was unraveling in his arms, lost in a past horror he could not reach.

The medical team struggled to settle her on the stretcher, her body jerking as if trying to fight unseen hands. She whimpered, her fingers clawing at his shirt, unwilling to let go.

"She’s having a full blown PTSD episode," one of the doctors murmured urgently. "We need to administer a sedative before she—"

"No drugs," Li ZiChen snapped, his voice cutting through the noise.

"But Mr. Li—"

"She’s already been drugged once before. I won’t let her wake up to that fear again."

His voice was sharp, authoritative, but his fingers were unbearably gentle as he cupped AiLin’s face, his thumbs brushing away tears that kept spilling no matter how much he tried to console her.

Then, the doors burst open.

"ZiChen!"

Madam Li stormed in, her elegant composure cracking for the first time in years. She had been expecting news of her son working late, perhaps another dispute in the business world—but not this. Not him sitting beside a girl who looked like she had been dragged out of hell itself.

Behind her, Hua Valentine entered, his normally suave, laid-back expression wiped away, replaced with something dangerously sharp. His eyes scanned AiLin’s fragile state before turning to Li ZiChen, demanding answers with just a look.

"What happened?" Madam Li’s voice was eerily calm, but the way her hands trembled at her sides betrayed her fury.

"A scene during the acting had triggered her," Li ZiChen ground out, his jaw tightening as he said the words aloud. "It wasn’t supposed to happen, someone had deliberately trigger it. Someone. Someone who knows what had happened back then."

A beat of silence.

Madam Li inhaled sharply, her entire body going rigid. "Who."

Hua Valentine’s fists clenched, his usually controlled demeanor slipping. "ZiChen," he said, his voice low and threatening, "who did this to her?"

Li ZiChen’s fingers ran through AiLin’s hair, his heart aching as she flinched even in unconsciousness. He wanted to tear the world apart, to set fire to the people who had put her through this, to make them feel every ounce of pain she was drowning in now.

But none of that could help AiLin in this moment.

So instead, he did the only thing he could. He held her close.

"There is not many who knows about her past," he muttered, voice hoarse. "It’s not such a difficult question to answer. You know who it is too."

Madam Li looked at her son, at the rare emotion in his usually unreadable face. She had raised him to be strong, to be untouchable. Yet, at this moment, she realized—

Li ZiChen wasn’t just angry.

He was terrified.

Because in his arms was the first person who had ever truly mattered to him. And he was afraid he might lose her.

"Let’s talk later," Li ZiChen who had just put AiLin to the hospital bed didn’t want to speak so loudly and caused her to wake up in a worse condition. The last thing he would want things to happen was for AiLin to be even more upset than before.

As he walked out of the room, leaving Madam Hua with her daughter, he had stepped out with his mother who was very concerned as she kept looking backward, especially to AiLin on the hospital bed. She then muttered to Li ZiChen, "It seems that her trauma is deeper than what you would expect. We were all surprised when we found out the night she had stayed in our house that she had sleep walked, but now... I do think this is a matter that would really cause disruptance to her daily life. We need to find her a cure, not to fix her, but to protect her."

Li ZiChen was proud to have his mother who was as understanding as him for AiLin.

He confessed, "I have brought her to the therapist, she had improved but-" he exhaled, clenching his jaw, "Things like this don’t get cured overnight."

Madam Li sighed, her elegant features tight with concern. Her son had always been strong, a pillar of logic and restraint, but tonight—she could see it. The helpless fury simmering beneath his carefully controlled expression.

"No, they don’t," she agreed softly. "But she will not go through this alone."

Li ZiChen nodded, his grip tightening at his sides. The memory of AiLin’s broken cries, the way she had gasped for air as if drowning in something invisible, haunted him. He had been there, holding her as she shattered, yet he had never felt more powerless.

He wanted to fix it. To erase every scar those monsters had left on her soul.

But he knew the truth—there was no fixing this. Only carrying it.

His mother placed a hand on his arm, grounding him. "She trusts you, ZiChen. That means something."

He swallowed hard. "Then I’ll make sure she never regrets it."

Madam Li studied her son for a long moment, then nodded. "Good." Her voice softened. "But be careful, my son. When you care for someone this much, their pain becomes your own."

Li ZiChen didn’t reply. He didn’t have to.

Because AiLin’s pain had already begun to carve itself into him. And he would bear it, no matter what it took.