The president is committing suicide

The two people who went to the hospital came back empty-handed, as Chen Mi had already passed away.

Xiao Mimi couldn't help but feel worried. This person sometimes insisted on being stubborn for no reason.

And because it was a dispute between him and Shen Cong, he didn't want to embarrass Ding Jiaying and was definitely unwilling to accept her help.

As expected, the environment where Chen Mi lived was not very good and there was no one to take care of him.

Xiao Mimi called someone without saying a word to help him move.

"Where are you moving me to?" Chen Mi, who was stuffed into the car, didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "My place isn't as bad as you say."

"It's not bad, but it's not friendly to a patient." Xiao Mimi started the car with a cold face.

She didn't understand whether this person considered her a friend or not. Even if she didn't agree with him bothering Aying again, it didn't mean that there was no friendship between them.

Friends should help each other, and accepting help from friends is also a sign of friendship.

It's weird to always think about not causing trouble to others.

"You go to my place to recuperate, and someone will arrange for someone to take care of you." After expressing her anger in silence, Xiao Mimi still spoke.

At this time, the car had already left the bustling area and was heading towards a quiet villa area.

"I didn't realize Mr. Xiao would also like such a quiet place." Chen Mi teased her.

This is definitely not her preference, but what can she do?

"I'm sorry, but you have to stay here and recover quietly. When you are alive and well again, you can go wherever you want."

"How can this be considered a grievance? I couldn't ask for more."

The brighter his smile was at this moment, the uglier his expression became when he saw Ding Jiaying.

"I can't help it. I'm also living under someone else's roof now." Xiao Mimi suppressed her laughter. "It's just that this place is big. You can live on one floor and I can live on another. If you're willing to pay the rent, I won't stop you. I'm not paying it anyway."

Ding Jiaying helped Chen Mi sit down on the sofa first: "Someone will bring your things and put them away in a while, you don't have to move. Since you are temporarily unable to move, you can stay in this room downstairs. The housekeeper will arrange everything, don't worry."

If Chen Mi still wanted to refuse at this time, it would be like he didn't treat the person as a friend.

"Thank you."

The bruises on his face made Ding Jiaying feel a little uneasy when she heard this apology. Shen Cong had beaten her, but Shen Cong said he had hired someone to secretly take photos of him. Regardless of right or wrong, friends are still friends.

"You're welcome. Just stay here peacefully. Xiao Mimi goes to work every day, and there's no one here during the day."

"Ah."

"You look great today. Your clothes and accessories match perfectly."

She was still able to find ways to praise herself, so it didn't seem like a big deal. Ding Jiaying was very happy.

But during the dinner that night, Chen Mi seemed very silent, and the atmosphere was almost freezing.

Ding Jiaying and Xiao Mimi looked at each other and decided to withdraw tonight.

"Well, I have to finish a manuscript when I get home tonight, so I'll leave first."

Xiao Mimi held down Chen Mi who wanted to get up and said, "I'll take you there, you sit down, you sit down."

When they walked outside, they were whispering to each other.

"Did you get hit on the head? Why are you silent now?"

"No, they said his brain is fine, it's just external injuries."

"It's very strange. Don't you know why they are fighting?"

"How could I know? Shen Cong didn't say either." Ding Jiaying felt that she couldn't tell the truth.

"Why don't you go back and ask?"

"Men should solve their own problems. I don't want to get involved."

"Right."

……

When they got home, Ding Jiaying said that she had placed Chen Mi together with Xiao Mimi, but Shen Cong didn't react much.

On that peaceful night, Ding Jiaying felt more at ease than ever before.

Shen Cong seemed to be hesitant to speak, his eyes were heavy.

But Ding Jiaying had already happily walked up the stairs and soon fell asleep at night.

Time passed slowly, and the progress of Ding Jiaying's intangible cultural heritage project was also orderly.

In the afternoon, they would visit the jade factory and then visit a jade carving master at Dahui Temple. Ding Jiaying planned to take a nap in the office, and Mulan would just bring her a beef salad.

The person who was already lying on the sofa was about to fall asleep when suddenly the cell phone rang loudly.

Express delivery? Or within the same city?

Ding Jiaying took it in, it was a file bag.

When I opened it, there was only a magazine inside.

The magazine is quite old and is still a magazine for middle school students.

Ding Jiaying took a look at it and found nothing special.

Suddenly, a red circle on a group photo on the inside page caught her attention.

Specially marked people?

Ding Jiaying looked closely and saw that it was not the person who was marked, but the small pendant hanging around his neck.

Jade?

The shape is very similar to Xinan's, and it is also worn around the neck.

Who is he?

Ding Jiaying saw a familiar name, Shen Cong.

This is a photo of them winning the national award in the competition. He looks very young in it.

Even though it was such a proud and happy thing, he still didn't smile, and there was even a hint of sadness and impatience between his brows.

I don’t know when I developed the ability to interpret his expressions. He always had a cold face.

But why would anyone draw their attention to the problem of the ring?

Well, she admitted, he succeeded.

Why do Shen Cong and Xin An seem to have the same ring?

Why when Ding Jiaying gave the ring to Shen Cong that day, he didn't feel anything strange, as if he was seeing the ring for the first time?

If an ordinary person saw the same ring he once owned, wouldn’t he be surprised and feel familiar?

Why? Is there really a secret?

Ding Jiaying didn't sleep well at noon.

He ate his salad with a heavy heart and set off with Mulan.

"Mr. Ding, what's wrong with you? Did you not get enough rest at noon?" Mulan was a little worried because she had been distracted twice when the factory director was talking to Mr. Ding just now.

Although the factory manager was a very easy-going person, he also looked a little unhappy.

Ding Jiaying quickly adjusted her state and apologized to the director: "I'm sorry, Director Yang, we have been working overtime to adjust the shooting plan recently. I am a little tired, and caffeine doesn't work. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

"It's okay, it's okay. Work is not easy." Director Yang saw that her attitude was sincere and did not seem to be fake, so he did not care.

"The world's jade lotus craftsmanship means that our carving skills are unique in the world. But in today's market economy, everything needs efficiency and benefits, but how can we train a talent in just a few years? It takes more than ten years to lay the foundation and twenty years to see some results. But how can today's young people persist?"

Ding Jiaying nodded: "It is indeed difficult. The factory manager is willing to train and loves talents, but the wages of young apprentices are low. Youth is gone and time is gone. Who is willing to watch others make money while they live in poverty and practice their skills for more than ten years after starting a family and building a career?"

Director Yang said, "That's true. Besides, the time outside of the eight-hour workday is a good time to improve your skills. I admire young people like you who work so hard even though you already have your own company."

Ding Jiaying was ashamed of herself for being absent-minded just now.