Chapter 3 Wrist Cutting Suicide

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It must be said that Ning's mother is truly a master at quarreling. She starts by criticizing Gao Han personally, extending it to the entire military community, and then from Gao Han to the whole Gao Family. It's not hard to imagine that given enough time, she could probably curse the entirety of humanity and it wouldn't be impossible.

Gao Hong's face turned black in an instant, and he glared at Ning's mother, who was ranting incessantly. He walked over and slapped his son on the back, "Lost your tongue? Aren't you going to apologize to your mother?"

Gao Han stubbornly held his head high, his dark eyes wide open, refusing to apologize for his words.

In his view, apologizing now would be to admit the huge accusation Ning's mother had pinned on the military. That was something he absolutely could not accept.

"What are you quarreling about? This is a hospital. If you want to quarrel, go outside. Really, I've never seen anyone so troublesome; at your age, you still can't calm down."

The door to the operating room opened, and a doctor walked out. Hearing the commotion, he took off his mask and scolded angrily.

Being scolded in such a manner, Ning's mother subconsciously prepared to retort. But remembering that her daughter was still in the operating room, and that no one but the doctors should be offended, she swallowed her grievances and even put on a smile as she approached to inquire, "Doctor, how's my daughter? Is she alright?"

The doctor, already impatient from a two-hour surgery, detested dealing with such rude and brash women, regardless of their age: "She won't die. Who's the family member? Come with me."

"Ah? Doctor, what kind of way is that to speak?" Ning's mother was about to retort hearing the doctor's annoyed tone when...

Gao Han had witnessed his mother-in-law's tactics before and quickly changed the topic, "I'm her husband. Doctor, is there something wrong?"

The doctor looked at the tall and handsome man in front of him, exuding a strong and solemn aura, and was taken aback, clearly not expecting such an outstanding man in such a family, "Come with me."

A few minutes later, Gao Han emerged from the doctor's office, furrowing his brows, still pondering what the doctor had told him.

Even now, his mind was a mess. He could not have imagined that the woman who usually was too timid to even make eye contact with him had the courage to slash her own wrists with a blade. The various chaotic events mingled together made this special forces commander, known as the King of Hell in the military, frown.

Standing outside the ward, he looked through the glass at the scene inside.

Even though he was outdoors, he could still discern from his mother-in-law's lip movements that she continued to chatter incessantly.

After hesitating, he gritted his teeth and pushed the door open to enter.

Upon entering, the first thing he looked at was the white hospital bed.

As a soldier accustomed to constant injuries, he was most familiar with training grounds and hospitals. But now, as he looked at the small figure covered by the quilt on the bed, he truly realized the vast gap between ordinary people and soldiers. His little wife lay on the hospital bed, as frail as a kitten.

Looking at that fragile little face, to say he felt nothing would be a lie. But thinking of what she had done, Gao Han sighed with a mixture of laughter and tears.

He finally understood what it meant to provoke a shrew over a villain.

It was clear she had done something wrong, yet now, all the blame seemed to fall on him.

Was his marriage really the right choice?

Indeed, entering the ward did not change the situation of Gao Han being scolded by everyone; the only change was that the battlefield had shifted.

The people who were busy berating Gao Han did not notice that, at some point, the person who had been quietly lying in bed had slowly opened her eyes.

But those eyes were no longer timid and lifeless as before, but now they sparkled with a cold and sharp gleam, daunting like swords, making it hard for others to look directly at them.

"Shut up, it's so noisy!"

A weak yet angry rebuke came from behind the noisy crowd.

Everyone stopped talking as if struck by lightning, slowly turning their heads with disbelief in their eyes, looking toward the source of the sound.

There, on the bed, the person who had been lying quietly was now staring with a confused yet icy, sharp gaze, her delicate little face clearly expressing "impatience."

"Ah, Xiaoxi, you're awake! Finally, you've woken up; your mother was nearly scared to death. My poor Xiaoxi..."

Ning's mother was the first to react, rushing to the bedside with the speed of lightning, beginning to weep bitterly.

Ning Ruixi blinked, her gaze somewhat puzzled as she looked at the middle-aged woman weeping in agony at her bedside. However, if she was not mistaken, the woman had not shed a single tear so far, clearly faking it. Furthermore, who was she? Where was this? Xiaoxi, indeed, she used to be called that, but no one had called her that since she was twenty.

Her gaze shifted from Ning's mother to the other people standing nearby, scanning each one. There were three or four middle-aged and elderly individuals, and one... Her gaze paused on the man who stood upright with a determined face, but soon moved on... Who were these people? Why didn't she recognize any of them?

Ning Ruixi did not pay attention to the woman who was fake crying on her but was earnestly trying to recall what had happened before she fell unconscious.

After more than a month of hard work, she had finally secured a project worth fifty million. She hadn't even had time to celebrate when she saw the boyfriend she was dating lying on top of another man like a dead dog. As if that wasn't bad enough, what happened next was even worse. The next second, her car was smashed by a heavy object from a construction site nearby.

That's right, she was in a hospital, no doubt, but who were these people?

"Shut up."

Ning Ruixi, always above others, frowned instantly upon hearing the aggravating sound of fake crying, rebuking the person on her sternly.

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