Ying Xiaoya looked up at the sound of the door opening, and before she could react, someone rushed over and snatched the glass from her hand, throwing it away.
"Are you crazy? What are you doing?" Cheng Su yelled furiously.
To think she would actually attempt suicide. What could be more important than life that sheâd trade it for something?
Cheng Su trembled with anger.
"Xiao Ya, Xiao Ya, you..." Director Ying, supported by Ying Jian, came in and pointed at her hand, trembling uncontrollably.
Ying Jianâs face was pale. Had it not been for Cheng Suâs decisive actions, would they already have lost their only daughter?
"Waah, why bother with me, just let me die!" Ying Xiaoya threw herself onto the bed and burst into loud sobs.
"Death is easy, and thatâs the end of everything, but look at your parents. Are you really that hard-hearted? Youâre their only daughter; can you truly be so cruel as to make white-haired people send off someone with black hair? Ying Xiaoya, are you really that cowardly?" Cheng Su raged.
Ying Xiaoya stopped crying for a moment, sobbing, "What can I do, what am I supposed to do?"
"Is there anything that canât be discussed so we can figure it out together? Thereâs nothing worth more than your life, youâre just being foolish!" Cheng Su was so angry she felt like she might ascend to heaven in fury.
"Xiao Ya, letâs talk this out. Are you trying to take your mom and dadâs lives?" Director Ying walked over.
"Mom, wu wu, I canât face living anymore!" Ying Xiaoya threw herself into her motherâs arms, crying her eyes out.
With a heavy heart, Ying Jian finally noticed Cheng Suâs hand dripping blood and cried out in shock, "Xiao Cheng, your hand!"
Everyone looked over to see that the hand Cheng Su used to snatch away the glass was cut and bleeding.
The person who attempted suicide was unharmed, while it was Cheng Su who injured her hand. At this point, Ying Xiaoya didnât dare cry anymore, and Director Ying hurriedly looked for a first-aid kit to bandage Cheng Suâs hand.
Cheng Su hadnât thought much about it at the time and just instinctively reached for the glass in Ying Xiaoyaâs hand, not caring whether she got hurt. Now, with the glass embedded in her palm and tiny shards within, the pain caused her brow to furrow tightly.
There was a flurry of activity.
After Director Ying removed the tiny pieces of glass and bandaged the hand, the blood-smeared floor suggested a visit to the hospital might be necessary for another dressing.
Cheng Su, seeing the wound had been cleaned and disinfected, and that no more blood was flowing, said, "Itâs fine; itâs stopped bleeding now, and luckily the wound isnât deep."
"But itâs so cold..." Director Ying, her face full of guilt and gratitude, was thankful for Cheng Su, not knowing how else they would have dealt with the situation.
"Look what kind of mess youâve caused?" Ying Jian said, both angry and fearful as he pointed at Ying Xiaoya.
Ying Xiaoya didnât dare to look at her father, curling up and weakly looking at Cheng Suâs hand.
Cheng Su then said, "Uncle Ying, letâs not scold her anymore, letâs have a talk." With that, she gave them a meaningful glance.
Not entirely reassured, Director Ying was pulled outside by Ying Jian, who said, "Itâs almost noon; go and make something to eat. The kidâs got to eat, and Cheng Su has been injured and lost some blood. Make her some pig liver to replenish her strength."
Director Ying had no choice but to leave.
Once the door was closed, she took her husbandâs hand, asking in a trembling voice, "Old Ying, do you think, did our girl get taken advantage of? Did she suffer a great loss?"
Otherwise, why would Ying Xiaoya have such an extreme reaction, even considering suicide?
Ying Jianâs face was dark with fury, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, and a fierce determination shone in his eyes. If he found out who did such a despicable thing, he would make sure they couldnât get away with it!