The president is committing suicide

Now it gets very interesting. A piece of jade produced five rings, and it turns out Xin An took three of them.

Three rings represent three persons.

One is Xin An, one is Shen Cong, who is the other one?

Two rings were lost and had to be remade.

One is the size that fits Shen Cong, so who is the owner of this ring that is one size larger?

This shouldn't be just her own fantasy. Ding Jiaying believes in her intuition, which is problematic.

The relationship between the two cannot be said to have recovered now, but at least it is much better than before.

Ding Jiaying was very sure that her love for Shen Cong was deepening day by day and no ordinary obstacles could save it.

But this small question made Ding Jiaying hesitate, not knowing what the answer would be if she asked further.

The reason why the unknown is terrifying is that we don’t know how much destructive power it has.

Ding Jiaying's intuition told her that this would not be a good thing.

But was there any way to stop her from thinking about it? Nothing.

I went back to the office to deal with some things, and then went back with Xiao Mimi to see Chen Mi, bringing some food and drinks to comfort her.

Chen Mi is quite used to living here. Because Xiao Mimi works during the day, she used to like to go out at night or invite friends to her house, but now she stays at home quietly and honestly and doesn't go out for a walk.

"Have you transformed into an animal that needs to hibernate?"

When he finally couldn't help asking, Ding Jiaying smiled ungracefully.

Xiao Mimi's expression changed and she pushed Ding Jiaying out.

The commotion just now made Ding Jiaying smile without any worries, but when she saw the man at the door who was so handsome that God could stamp his feet, the corners of her mouth unconsciously straightened and her heartbeat evened out.

"I don't like you going to see him." Shen Cong said very restrainedly, trying to keep his tone gentle.

But Ding Jiaying doesn't think so.

She ignored him and walked past him.

Shen Cong followed her, grabbed her arm, and almost begged: "Speak."

Ding Jiaying took out a magazine from her bag and threw it to Shen Cong: "Take a look for yourself. Think carefully before answering my questions. I don't want to hear lies."

Shen Cong looked at the cover and his expression changed immediately.

Ding Jiaying already had some answers in her mind, but she still asked: "Is the ring on your neck the same as the one on your hand?"

Shen Cong did not answer.

"Okay, next question. You know Xin An, right? When did you meet him?"

"I know her. Our two families are old friends." Shen Cong's eyes narrowed.

Yes, I didn’t mention Xin An’s name before, but with Shen Cong’s all-knowing attitude, it wouldn’t be difficult to explain it.

Since he admitted that he knew Xin An, wasn't it natural for him to know that she also had this ring?

Faced with this question, Shen Cong hesitated for a moment.

Ding Jiaying took out the magazine that Xiao Mimi gave her, turned to that page and pointed it to Shen Cong: "That's the second time."

Shen Cong wanted to explain himself, but Ding Jiaying stopped him with her hand.

"This is the downside of living in a technologically advanced world. Not only is the dark history in high definition, but even the smallest details of the past will leave traces, which are difficult to cover up."

"Today I spent the whole afternoon thinking whether I should ask you. If I ask you, what should I do if you lie? Has the trust between us become so thin? I want to be with you forever and be happy forever. Even if there are some shortcomings, I am trying to persuade myself to accept them slowly. But the illusion in the clouds will be blown away by the slightly stronger wind."

"I was really scared to ask you. What if you were really lying to me? When the clouds disperse, there will be nothing left."

Shen Cong said nervously: "Don't say that, I'm scared."

Ding Jiaying's eyes shone: "So, I don't want you to hesitate or hide the truth for the third time."

The two photos, young faces from different periods, seemed to laugh at Shen Cong's current embarrassment. He hurriedly agreed to Ding Jiaying's request.

After returning from there, she was always in a trance and moody. Although she no longer said she wanted to disappear, it made him panic.

The doctor said to give her freedom and let Shen Cong relax.

As a result, he relaxed his surveillance on Ding Jiaying and reduced the frequency and detail of Luo Yan's reports.

In addition to what happened with Chen Mi recently, he didn't want to anger her and make the situation that had been eased with great difficulty become more tense again.

But now, I have no idea how I got into this situation.

Is it Chen Mi or Xin An? Or are they working together?

He bowed his head in front of Ding Jiaying, like a prisoner waiting for sentencing: "Ask."

"Xin An is someone you've known for a long time. The short film that Gao Liuzi made when she turned around was directed by her. Is this a transaction or a friendship between you two?"

She was so perceptive and well prepared, Shen Cong could only answer according to the facts.

"I rescued Gao Liuzi just because I was kind, and Xin An agreed to help because of my face."

Ding Jiaying's eyes were glistening with tears. "People are saying online that President Shen is cold-hearted and cold-faced, not easily showing favors or letting people get close to him. Then let me ask again, why did you want to help Gao Liuzi, and even spread rumors about her because you were close to her? Once or twice?"

Shen Cong knew that he could no longer say that he was just being kind, because he himself was not a kind-hearted person.

It has never been seen that a wicked person has a kind heart.

"because……"

Ding Jiaying did not miss the struggle in his eyes: "If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to. I'm going upstairs to rest."

She almost wanted to run away.

She was afraid of the answer, for no reason, as if it could change everything about her right now, destroy everything.

The most brilliant explosion in the universe will be followed by endless collapse, swallowing up the starry sky.

How did it come to this point inexplicably? She didn't want this to happen.

Shen Cong quickly pulled her back, clamped his hands around her shoulders, and looked into her heart: "I agree, don't leave, don't run away, don't leave me. I'll tell you, I'll tell you..."

Ding Jiaying had nowhere to escape, her shoulders and heart trembling: "You said..."

"Don't let your imagination run wild. It's not what you think. She is my sister. Not someone else, not someone else that I love."

Shen Cong's lips trembled, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and dripped onto Ding Jiaying's right hand.

Ding Jiaying reached out to touch it; it was moist and warm.

She asked stupidly, "Why are you crying? Where is she? Why did you hide it?"

Ding Jiaying has more questions than these.

Sister? I've never heard that he has a sister.

Neither publicly nor among family members did they mention that he had a sister.

Cousin? Uncle or sister? Or a family friend like Xin An?

Shen Cong's tears cast an unspeakable mystery over all the speculations that suddenly flooded into his mind?

This buried story was so heavy and profound that it made Shen Cong cry like this.

Sister, who are you?