The president is committing suicide

When Shen Cong carried the bird's nest upstairs, Ding Jiaying was already asleep.

He took very light steps, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at the person in front of him with affectionate eyes.

His eyes lingered on her beautiful face, tracing its contours over and over again, revisiting the angles of her eyebrows and nose, skipping over the curve of her mouth, and even the shallow dimple on her chin.

She pouted, putting away the aloofness she had shown during the day.

When she talked to him, she would always fold her hands over her chest or deliberately avoid looking into his eyes.

She was avoiding too much contact with a stranger she was not very familiar with, and didn't even intend to have any emotional entanglement.

To an ordinary man, this would be a gentle but clear rejection.

But he was not one of those men.

He had seen her passion and the seductive look she gave her lover.

So, he won't be willing to give in.

He would not take such a refusal seriously.

A kiss was like a butterfly, flying across Ding Jiaying's smooth and delicate forehead and into her dream.

When Ding Jiaying woke up, she sat on the bed with her blushing face in her hands, unable to recover for a long time.

No way, so soon, his dirty thoughts towards Shen Cong have reached such a level?

Intrigued?

I didn’t expect it, I didn’t expect that you, Ding Jiaying, would be such a person.

The afterglow of the setting sun intensified the heat, and Ding Jiaying felt as if her whole body was burning.

What are you thinking about on someone else's turf?

Someone else's territory?

Yes, someone else’s territory.

The grandfather sits in the Ding family board of directors, the father is in charge of the overall situation, the one who benefits is the uncle, the one who is valued is the sister, and the one who is doted on is Ding Jiayin.

It's all other people's territory.

From the Ding family's territory to Shen Cong's territory, she was an insignificant person and was protected by others.

She was mediocre, not smart or shrewd, and could not do anything well. No one had any expectations of her.

Even in my grandfather's eyes, my value is just a marriage with a mediocre person.

She never seemed to deserve a place of her own.

In that moment of trance, the expression on Ding Jiaying's face changed, mixed with despair, numbness and sadness.

Shen Cong didn't know why it changed so quickly, it was clearly a red glow just now.

"Aying."

He spoke. She seemed to hear him but also seemed to hear nothing.

She turned her head, a tear fell in the afterglow of the setting sun, and her two empty eyes stared at Shen Cong.

She was so beautiful, so beautiful that it seemed like she would be shattered in the next moment.

Shen Cong quickly reached out and grabbed the person in his arms: "Aying, I'm here."

Ding Jiaying's stiff body relaxed little by little as she heard his constant chattering, and she let herself lean on Shen Cong's chest, as if she had no strength at all.

Shen Cong could feel the dampness on his shirt, and her eyelashes brushed across his heart through the fabric.

It was just a car accident, not enough to cause such a big change in her.

What was the meaning of that phone call? What happened before that?

Shen Cong must get to the bottom of this.

The night slowly enveloped the world, and the warm light in the room made it an isolated island floating in the warmth of the universe.

"It's been a long time?"

Ding Jiaying finally spoke.

"Not long."

Shen Cong held her tightly and did not let go.

"I thought it had been a long time. When I woke up, I thought it was another world." Ding Jiaying was lying because she didn't want to explain why she was crying.

Shen Cong obeyed the strength of her hand and loosened his embrace: "Silly boy. It's just time for dinner. It's a good time to go and taste my cooking."

"I slept for quite a long time, longer than in the hospital. Did you change the medicine?"

Shen Cong didn't expect her to be so perceptive: "I did change your medication. But it may also be because you are more relaxed after leaving the hospital. However, the side effects of the medication may make people a little depressed."

Ding Jiaying took the water handed to her by Shen Cong and drank it all in one gulp: "I see. Then this is not really a good medicine. How about changing it for me?"

Shen Cong used a tissue to wipe away a drop of water that rolled down her neck. His fingers brushed across her skin very gently, "Okay, I'll tell the doctor later."

"Oh, right. When I was discharged, the director of that hospital gave me a red envelope, saying it was a lucky charm for patients. I thought it was some lucky charm, but when I opened it just now, I found a small gold cake inside."

Although he is usually taken care of by the chief doctor, in fact, this young and handsome dean is his attending physician.

I've heard of patients thanking doctors, but I've never seen a doctor give gifts to patients to celebrate when they are discharged from the hospital.

What will the world be like in five years?

Ding Jiaying couldn't make up her mind whether this was a routine or an exception.

Shen Cong took the small golden cake in his hand and weighed it. This guy really cared about it and was not too perfunctory in sending it off to the god.

"It may be a tradition of the hospital, used to calm nerves. It's just a little thing, you can keep it."

Tradition? Ding Jiaying doesn’t believe it.

Shen Cong scratched his forehead with his fingers and said, "It's a tradition among our friends. We have a good personal relationship, and he treats you as his own family, warmly..."

Friends? Family?

That's right. I haven't lived in a vacuum in the past few years. In addition to my old friends, I have also made new friends. After all, I fell in love and got married in the past few years. Although there are many hidden secrets, on the surface, I am really happy.

"Then I feel a little sorry for Dr. Liu. I caused him so much trouble and even asked him to give me a gift. I'll find a chance to go back to him later."

"That's not necessary. You two are not that familiar with each other."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, he already makes enough money in our hospital. Sending him such a small gift is nothing to him, so he shouldn't worry about it."

Shen Cong didn't like seeing her caring so much about other people, even if they were her friends.

Seeing his persistence, Ding Jiaying had no choice but to nod.

Sitting at the table, she still hadn't let go of her surprised expression.

"I didn't realize you were so skilled that you could even carve patterns on carrots? What is this? A little rabbit? Is it a carrot or a little rabbit?"

There is a fish bubbling in the pot, the milky white soup is bubbling, and its charming aroma tempts the hungry people.

Shen Cong took in her joyful expression as he served the soup: "It's just average. Not as good as your cooking. Try this soup."

"I can also cook?" Ding Jiaying took the bowl. It was a bit difficult to digest the unexpected news she received over and over again.

When she was studying abroad, she had to eat white food to avoid the poison of black food. When she couldn't stand it anymore, she learned how to cook instant noodles and fried rice.

Now Shen Cong actually said that the guy who has the skills to cook a table full of dishes is not as good as himself when he was 27 years old?

What kind of time could turn a person with no talent for cooking into an excellent chef?

This feeling is very strange. Ding Jiaying seems to be traveling through other people's lives and listening to people around her talking about another me in the world.