Defrosting The Cold Young Master-Chapter 1952 - 1956: Resentment

Her anger intensified with her thoughts, and in a sudden rage, she swept the skincare products off the vanity.

The bottles and jars fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Seeing the porcelain shards on the floor, she sat down, picked up a piece, and cut her wrist...

Yang Jiezhen had been waiting outside the door and, hearing strange noises from inside, she shouted Muu Rushuang’s name.

There was no response at all.

Filled with all sorts of bad premonitions, she ran to the phone, pressed the intercom, and asked the hotel to send over the bedroom key.

The hotel staff quickly arrived.

Opening the door, Yang Jiezhen rushed into the bathroom, seeing Muu Rushuang with her eyes closed, unconscious, leaning against the tub, with blood streaming down her left wrist. She screamed and rushed forward, shaking her forcefully: "Shuangshuang, wake up, Shuangshuang!"

The hotel staff were also panicked; one made a phone call while the other rummaged through the room for a first aid kit to help Muu Rushuang.

The ambulance soon arrived, and Muu Rushuang was carried into it.

Yang Jiezhen sat beside Muu Rushuang, holding her hand with one hand and dialing Muu Wansen and Muu Qiuchen with the other.

Not long after Muu Rushuang was sent into the emergency room, both Muu Wansen and Muu Qiuchen rushed over.

Seeing Muu Wansen, Yang Jiezhen struck his chest forcefully: "Why did you hit Shuangshuang? Shuangshuang is already so pitiful, why did you hit her? If anything happens to Shuangshuang, I won’t live either..."

"Mom, calm down!" Muu Qiuchen grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from Muu Wansen.

"And you!" Yang Jiezhen pushed Muu Qiuchen hard, hysterically yelling: "Why did you scold Shuangshuang? She’s your own sister, how could you treat her like that? Are you happy she’s committed suicide? Are you happy she’s about to die?"

"Mom, calm down!" Muu Qiuchen frowned and said: "If someone should cut their wrist and commit suicide every time they make a mistake and get scolded, who knows how many people would die every year! Whether it’s me or Dad, we just want her to recognize her mistakes and correct them; none of us want her dead!"

"She’s not well, can’t you be a little more forgiving?" Yang Jiezhen cried, trembling all over: "You’re all busy with work, busy with studies, so busy, and can’t stay home for more than a few days a year; only Shuangshuang keeps me company. She may have many faults, but no one is perfect, are you all perfect? In my heart, Shuangshuang is the best; why do you treat her like this? Why?"

"Stop arguing!" Muu Wansen shouted, his face ashen: "Since you’re so dissatisfied with me, then take Muu Rushuang away."

Yang Jiezhen froze: "What did you say? Brother Sen, say it again, what did you say?"

"I said, since you’re unhappy with me and Qiuchen, and only like Muu Rushuang, then take Muu Rushuang away!" Muu Wansen looked at her coldly: "We’ll divorce, and I’ll have my parents give you a sum of money. You take Muu Rushuang wherever you want to go, live recklessly however you want, it has nothing to do with me anymore!"

"You... what did you say..." Yang Jiezhen’s eyes widened in disbelief: "You want to divorce me? You... you actually want to divorce me? You... you..."

Shaking with rage, she rushed over, grabbed Muu Wansen’s collar, and shook forcefully: "You ruined my dad’s company, you lost everything my parents left me, how dare you divorce me?"