Chapter 143 Threatening Suicide
Zhu Jin refused to communicate and was determined to die.
Shen Shuang Miao suddenly felt powerless.
She couldn't just watch Zhu Jin give up.
In a moment of desperation, Shen Shuangmiao grabbed the fruit knife on the table.
The sharp tip of the knife was aimed at her neck, and a red mark immediately appeared on it.
"Zhu Jin!"
She said resolutely, "If you don't agree to my request today, if you give up everything like this, then I will die right here in front of you!"
Zhu Jin turned around abruptly and saw her injured and resolute appearance.
His face instantly drained of all color.
"Chen Shuangmiao, put it down! Put the knife down!"
He roared it out, his voice trembling with fear.
"Okay! I promise you!"
Zhu Jin blurted out that all his thoughts were no longer important.
He couldn't stay calm whenever he saw Shen Shuangmiao injured.
"Put the knife down, Shuangmiao, I promise you, I'll agree to anything you ask!"
Zhu Jin dared not provoke her or make any big moves; he could only stare intently at her hand, his eyes filled with tension and fear.
Shen Shuangmiao's chest heaved violently, tears streaming down her face, but she still didn't let go of his hand.
She insisted, "Are you serious? You'll fight back, you'll protect the company?"
"Really, I swear!"
Zhu Jin said urgently, "I'll arrange it immediately. Put the knife down first!"
Seeing the fear in his eyes, Shen Shuangmiao finally let out a sigh of relief, her arms hanging limply at her sides.
The fruit knife fell on the floor?
Shen Shuangmiao leaned against the wall, panting, the red marks on her neck glaringly obvious.
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Zhu Jin immediately got off the bed and rushed to the ground to check the injury on her neck.
Shen Shuangmiao pushed his hand away: "Do you need me to remind you what you need to do now?"
Zhu Jin pursed his lips, remained silent for two seconds, and said nothing more. He turned around, walked to his desk, picked up the phone, and dialed a few numbers.
"It's me."
"Notify all core members that I need to see everyone in the old house study within thirty minutes. Let's begin a full-scale counterattack."
After saying that, he held out his hand: "Come here. Come with me to apply the medicine."
Shen Shuangmiao then obediently walked over.
Over the next few hours, she witnessed firsthand what the Zhu family's true strength and ruthless methods were all about.
The study in the old house was brightly lit.
One after another, key personnel arrived in person.
They reported on the situation and summarized the findings.
Those businesses that seemed to have been completely devoured by Zhao Mobai began to be stabilized, and Zhao Mobai was then taken advantage of in return.
After Zhu Jin made a few phone calls, the partners and investors who had been lost changed their tune and returned.
In just one night, the Zhu family, which had been in dire straits, stopped its decline.
Chaos and anxiety began to set in on Zhao Mobai's side.
Shen Shuangmiao sat in the corner, silently watching all of this.
Zhu Jin simply sat there, occasionally uttering a few words, yet he was able to grasp the key points of the problem and turn a losing situation around.
Only now did she truly understand the meaning of his previous words.
"I was prepared to give all of these away a long time ago."
It wasn't that he lacked the ability to hold on; rather, he chose to give up.
When he no longer wants to defend it, a single word or command can hand over the Zhu family to him.
But he can also take it back when he doesn't want to do it.
A market worth tens of billions is just a snap of his fingers.
Therefore, his idea of abandoning his family fortune is genuine.
His desire to die was genuine.
Long ago, when Zhu Jin seemed to be torturing her and dealing with her small workshop, he wasn't really trying to kill her.
If they were truly determined to take action, the studio would have gone bankrupt within a minute.
Shen Shuangmiao sighed, her emotions a jumble as she recalled the past.
Their relationship has evolved from initial love to misunderstandings and hurt, and now to a complex situation.
How did things get to this point after all this time?
She didn't want him to die.
But what could she do? Could she force him to live with a knife once, and then a second or third time?
Suffocating, Shen Shuangmiao quietly got up and left the study, walking alone to the large balcony connecting to the study.
She silently shed tears, not even understanding why she was crying.
She didn't know how much time had passed when a warm coat was gently draped over her shoulders.
Shen Shuangmiao knew who it was without turning around.
She abruptly pushed Zhu Jin's hand away, turned around, and her long-suppressed emotions began to spill over.
Shen Shuangmiao's tears flowed even more fiercely, her voice trembling with sobs: "Zhu Jin, you're always like this! You always have everything under your control, the company, and me. You take what you want and discard what you want. Have you ever considered my feelings?"
"You could have solved it with just a word, but you insisted on watching it get worse! You made me worry and fret like an idiot, and even pressured you in that way. Don't you think I'm ridiculous?"
Zhu Jin slowly frowned.
He wanted to say something, but he remained silent, letting Shen Shuangmiao vent her frustrations.
"Yes, I admit I hated you back then, hated your domineering ways, hated how you treated me because of a misunderstanding, but what about now?"
Shen Shuangmiao wiped away her tears and stood up. "What are you doing now? You're giving up everything to punish whom? To punish me, or to punish yourself?"
Zhu Jin raised his hand to wipe away her tears.
Shen Shuangmiao turned her head away, swaying precariously, "You're so selfish! You only care about your own feelings. Have you ever thought about what would happen if you really... I..."
She choked up, unable to say anything more, only able to cry.
Zhu Jin stood silently in front of her, letting her accuse him.
He just looked at her quietly, his eyes filled with pain and a hint of helplessness.
"Zhu Jin, you're a self-centered bastard!"
Shen Shuangmiao was exhausted from cursing and crying so hard that she was almost completely drained, her body swaying slightly.
Zhu Jin stepped forward and, ignoring her struggles, forcefully picked her up in his arms.
"Let me go!" Shen Shuangmiao pounded on his chest.
Zhu Jin pursed his lips, remained silent, carried her straight back to the bedroom, gently placed her on the soft bed, and pulled the blanket over her.
"Go to sleep."
He rubbed his temples wearily.
"Don't even think about it. I'll listen to you now and not give up the company."
Zhu Jin sat on the chair by the bed, showing no intention of leaving, but silently watching over her.
Clearly, he was the one who was more uncomfortable and weaker between them.
Shen Shuangmiao didn't want to care about him anymore. She closed her eyes, tears slowly soaking her pillow, her mind a complete mess.
Everything is flashing through my mind.
She was exhausted, both physically and mentally, but had no desire to sleep.
Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the old house, with the faint sounds of bodyguards shouting and shoving mixed in.
Shen Shuang frowned slightly.
Just as Zhu Jin stood up, a bodyguard hurriedly knocked on the door and came in, his face grave.
"President Zhu, Zhao Mobai has arrived with his men. They're right outside the gate, very agitated, and demanding that we hand over Miss Shen."
Shen Shuangmiao didn't know what to do. Her scalp tingled, and for a moment she forgot to open her eyes.
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