Sweet Time Only for You: The Entanglement between Mr. Lu and Miss Song-Chapter 459: Disabled and Suicidal 2

Jiang Lan was momentarily stunned, thinking Song Anqi had suddenly come to her senses, and quickly nodded, saying, "Then what do you want to eat? Some porridge? Or should I have the housekeeper get you..."

"I want to eat an apple," Song Anqi suddenly said, "I want to eat it right now."

"...Oh, then I’ll go buy it for you."

Jiang Lan always felt something was off with her daughter, but she didn’t dare to delay, so she quickly went downstairs to buy apples for Song Anqi.

She didn’t dare stay away too long; on the way back, she always felt something was wrong. Suddenly, a chill ran up her spine, fearful of her daughter possibly having dark thoughts...

A shiver raced down her back, and Jiang Lan dared not linger any longer, sprinting back to the hospital room.

She pushed open the door, only to find the hospital bed empty.

Jiang Lan was shocked, blurting out: "Anqi, Anqi, Anqi! Daughter, where are you? Anqi..."

Just then, a nurse happened to pass by the door, and she quickly grabbed the nurse, asking, "Nurse, have you seen my daughter?"

"No," the nurse shook her head, "I haven’t seen the patient come out."

Jiang Lan was puzzled and quickly returned to the hospital room, searching inside and out, finally opening the bathroom door.

At the moment she opened the door, she immediately saw Song Anqi lying in a pool of blood.

The fresh, still warm blood was shocking and pierced Jiang Lan’s heart with pain.

It turned out that not long after Jiang Lan left, Song Anqi had pulled out the IV drip.

She hobbled on one foot to the bathroom, smashed the mirror, and used the shards to cut her delicate wrist...

The bright red blood was streaming from her wrist.

She widened her eyes, lunged forward to hold Song Anqi: "Anqi! Anqi, Anqi? Someone come quickly, help, save my daughter..."

Immediately, nurses and doctors ran in and started emergency rescue.

Fortunately, Jiang Lan hadn’t been gone long, so when she discovered Song Anqi’s suicide attempt, it was still timely enough for the doctors and nurses to pull Song Anqi back from the brink of death.

This time, the nurse gave Song Anqi enough sedatives and arranged for a psychologist.

To be safe, all sharp and dangerous objects in the hospital room, be it knives or sticks, even a woman’s hair accessories, were removed.

Jiang Lan sat by the bedside, holding Song Anqi’s uninjured hand, crying nonstop.

"It’s such a sin, Anqi, my dear daughter, look at you, what have you become, you must be strong, living is always better than dying..."

"Living?"

With a cold smile, Song Anqi’s face turned as pale as a ghost’s, she turned her head towards Jiang Lan.

"Mom, you tell me, my ghostly appearance, how is it any different from being dead? Have you ever seen anyone perform piano on stage with a limp? And... And..."

Her voice slightly caught, she bit her lip, saying, "In this state, would Lu Jihan still want me?"

Speaking of Lu Jihan, Jiang Lan felt anger rising.

"Why are you mentioning Lu Jihan again? He’s already planning to live happily ever after with that bitch Song Yinyin, why even think about him?"

Shaking her head, she complained further, "I say, we shouldn’t have let you attend that banquet in the first place, otherwise you wouldn’t have set your sights on Lu Jihan, such a misfortune! Just think, if you had married into the Yan Family back then, how great would that have been..."

Jiang Lan muttered on, crying incessantly.

Just then, the hospital room door was pushed open, and Song Huaizhong walked in looking defeated.

Jiang Lan wiped her tears away, turned to see her husband had returned, and feeling even more frustrated, she began to scold him relentlessly.