At the same time,
In a private residential area, Jiang Chuchu gnashed her teeth as she watched the man on the television.
Jiang Chuchu had now become almost unrecognizable, abandoned by the Royal Family and her wealthy patrons.
Since being blacklisted and frozen out, she had fallen into a state of collapse.
Seeing the radiant Yu Xiuli on the TV screen, she felt irreconcilable resentment.
She had spent so many years in the entertainment circle, and there wasn't a man she couldn't seduce.
Be it directors, actors, or even photographers, as long as she set her sights on them, she'd hook them effortlessly.
But with Yu Xiuli, she had never even had the opportunity for a conversation.
She figured, now that her career was in tatters, why not make one final stand, a back-against-the-wall battle, to see if there was a chance for turning things around?
With this thought, Jiang Chuchu took out a razor blade and lightly drew it across her wrist…
Then she lay limp on the carpet…
