Chapter 317: How Could She Do It
Jiang Haoxuan was shocked by Aunty Wuâs scream and so, he rushed in by any means.
A gorgeous but tragic scene reflected in his eyes immediately.
Jiang Haoxuanâs hands trembled. He looked at Sheng Anâningâs pale face in disbelief. She was lying in the bathtub covered with blood.
Fear leapt into Jiang Haoxuanâs heart.
Nervousness, anxiousness and fear attacked Jiang Haoxuan all at once, almost making him lose even his strength to breathe!
How could Anâning treat herself so cruelly like this?
Jiang Haoxuan roared unconsciously at Aunty Wu, âCall the ambulance!â
Aunty Wu was scared out of her wits just now but hearing Jiang Haoxuanâs voice now, she regained her senses. She took out her phone with trembling hands and started to call the hospitalâs emergency number.
As the Jiang residence was nearest to the City Hospital of S City, there was no doubt this was the fastest one to send her to.
Just when Aunty Wu and Jiang Haoxuan were in a panic, Sheng Anâning narrowed her eyes and examined their reactions joyfully.
How nice! She had successfully attracted the attention of these people. Sheng Anâning thought to herself, what would happen when she linked the recent happenings together and put them online?
Of course, she wouldnât say she had drafted a Weibo posting, waiting to upload the picture of her cutting her wrist.
Wouldnât the Internet users be curious as to why she wanted to do this?
It was not long since Sheng Anâning became famous but with her pretty face and amazing voice, she had a group of die-hard fans.
Gossiping was a fearful thing. She wanted to see what Su Wan would do then.
At the thought of this, Sheng Anâning was extremely happy but there were tears on her face.
Through blurry vision, Sheng Anâning stared at Jiang Haoxuan. Her pale face seemed to have lost its vitality.
âXuecheng, is it you?â
Jiang Haoxuanâs face was against the light and his facial contour looked like Jiang Xuecheng.
Of course, Sheng Anâning was now conscious and would definitely not mistaken Jiang Haoxuan for Jiang Xuecheng.
She didnât know why she objected to Jiang Haoxuan. Perhaps it was because he stopped her from taunting Su Wan yesterday.
Sheng Anâning didnât mind making Jiang Haoxuan more miserable.
She had been so cruel to herself, so why should she care about how others felt?
Hearing his own brotherâs name, Jiang Haoxuanâs eyes narrowed suddenly. Why was Sheng Anâning still thinking of his brother at a time like this?
Jiang Haoxuanâs eyes were red. He felt as if his heart had been stabbed, putting him in extreme pain.
Jiang Haoxuanâs lips was pursed into a straight line. When he heard the sound of the ambulance outside the house, a cold light flashed through his eyes.
He walked past Aunty Wu and carefully picked Sheng Anâning up.
Looking at Sheng Anâningâs confused and bitter look, Jiang Haoxuan had mixed feelings.
Were his years of accompanying her of no match to a person who did not have her in his heart?
Jiang Haoxuan carried Sheng Anâning and walked down the stairs hastily. When Xu Ziyao and the others saw Sheng Anâning with blood all over her hand, they were terrified.
Xu Ziyao, who was wearing a dull colored cheongsa, came over. She looked at Sheng Anâningâs hand which was full of blood. Her heart sank immediately.
âHaoxuan, what happened to Anâning?â
Although she had guessed what actually happened to her, Xu Ziyao couldnât help feeling cold. She thought Sheng Anâning would pause a little but had not expected her to misbehave.
A woman who could be so cruel to herself...
That moment, Xu Ziyao even thought her promise to delay the engagement of Sheng Anâning and Jiang Haoxuan was a right choice.
With Sheng Anâningâs temperament, would this matter take a good turning point even after marrying Jiang Haoxuan?
Perhaps, marrying her to someone out of the Jiang family would be the best decision. However, Xu Ziyao knew that her youngest son looked obedient on the surface but when it came to Sheng Anâning, he was as stubborn as a mule.
Xu Ziyao sighed. Why were the two brothers the same? Neither of them could make her worry less...
Just when Xu Ziyao was thinking, Jiang Haoxuan had carried Sheng Anâning toward the ambulance. When the medical stuffs of The City Hospital of S City saw Sheng Anâningâs miserable conditions, their eyes widened.
Wasnât this girl covered in blood Fairy An, who sang âMoonlight Borderâ?
The doctor came out of his reverie and began to give Sheng Anâning first aid treatment.
A nurse in white started to ask Jiang Haoxuan, âThe patient has lost too much blood. What blood type is she?â
âType B!â
Jiang Haoxuan replied without thinking.
He had liked Sheng Anâning from a young age. He thought he knew everything about her but the more he understood, the more he couldnât guess this womanâs thoughts.
The doctor nodded. Then, Sheng Anâning was lifted on a stretcher and placed in the ambulance.
Luckily, Sheng Anâningâs blood type was not a rare type, otherwise, it would be difficult to resolve.
The ambulance was started quickly, whistling away outside the Jiang familyâs old mansion as it blew the fallen leaves from the ground.
Xu Ziyao pursed her lips. A cold light appeared in her beautiful eyes.
She was very glad that Jiang Zhiyuan and Jiang Wei were both not at home. Luo Xiuxiu had also gone out. If they were to see Sheng Anâning in this state, they would turn the world upside down.
Xu Ziyao tidied herself up a little and made a call to her office. Then, very quickly, she drove to The City Hospital of S City.
It was early morning on Monday and there were not many people in the hospital.
Jiang Haoxuan looked at Sheng Anâning anxiously. He trotted all the way accompanying Sheng Anâning to the emergency room but had to wait anxiously outside in the end.
He couldnât sit or stand with ease. Jiang Haoxuanâs heart was seized tightly. He really didnât know Sheng Anâning would cut her own wrist to commit suicide.
She was a person who was afraid of pain!
How could she do this?
This incident might not have happened if he had noticed that Sheng Anâningâs emotions were not right.
***
At the same time, at Fontainebleau, Su Wan had just cleaned up. When Jiang Xuecheng saw her coming down from the stairs, his dark eyes sparkled, emitting his care and concern.
âWan Wan, are you feeling better?â
When Jiang Xuecheng woke up just now, he touched Su Wanâs forehead and found that her fever had subsided. When he saw Su Wan breathing evenly and steadily, he couldnât bear to wake her up.
Su Wan had been exhausted yesterday. Jiang Xuecheng wished to let her sleep for a while more.
Su Wan smiled slightly and blinked mischievously. âI feel completely fine after a good nightâs sleep.â
Back then, every time Su Wan was down with cold and fever, she would take at least a week to recover but now, it was much faster. Su Wan even realized the crescent-like scar on her knee was gone.
Could it be because Jiang Xuecheng cooked so well that he kept her healthier?