The president is committing suicide

"Sister, actually she's not really a sister. She's the daughter of my distant cousin, named Yunjin, Shen Yunjin."

Ding Jiaying heard an unfamiliar name.

Shen Cong went on to say, "She is not much older than me, only four years old. When we first met, she was already nine years old, and she didn't have this name at that time."

"why?"

"I only found out later that my uncle was a drug enforcement officer, and his father was also a drug enforcement officer, but his police number has been sealed."

Ding Jiaying's lips trembled: "What does this mean?"

"My cousin died, and my sister has no direct relatives at home."

"Her mother..."

Shen Cong's face was solemn: "He died for love."

Maybe it's because time goes by too fast. In an age when love is considered shit, suicide for love can really be considered an ancient legend.

If she posts it in the video section, a bunch of people will scold her for being irrational and not caring about her own children.

"Is it so painful?" Ding Jiaying couldn't empathize.

But what kind of person is it that can make a mother give up her own child to follow him? That feeling once nourished her life, will losing it make her unable to survive?

Shen Cong once told this matter to Xin An. She criticized her aunt with disdain, saying that she did not have the independent consciousness of a modern woman and even ignored her own children, which was simply selfish.

But the person in front of her cared about her feelings.

Unfortunately, Shen Cong had no answer: "I don't know. I haven't seen her."

Emotions are more difficult to control than reason, and more difficult to let go.

If people can still talk about rationality at this time, they probably don't love each other that much anymore.

"Then why doesn't anyone in your family talk about her?"

Shen Cong lowered his eyes when he heard this: "It's better for the orphan of a drug enforcement police officer to keep a low profile. There is another reason..."

"what?"

"She's dead."

The calm tone of his voice startled her.

It was the first time that she had just heard a person's name and then heard her name. Ding Jiaying felt sorry for no reason.

"you……"

"Don't be sorry. I'm used to it."

Shen Cong didn't say what he was used to. Was he used to people asking him this, or was he used to not having his sister's company?

Ding Jiaying didn't know how to comfort him because even after so much time had passed he still looked very sad.

A ring actually brought back such past events.

All those speculations about love that Ding Jiaying had at the beginning seemed to become ridiculous and frivolous.

Who started it?

Xiao Ruyi? Uncle Daping? None of them are correct.

Xinan?

Suddenly, a person's name flashed into Ding Jiaying's mind.

Chen Mi.

Not many people I know have seen me wearing this ring, and not many people can tell it at a glance and send me that magazine.

Intuition, the terrible illogical intuition made her feel that it was him.

So, the grudge between Shen Cong and Chen Mi is not just about themselves, could it be related to this incident as well?

"So... Shen Yunjin and Chen Mi are related, right?"

Shen Cong suddenly looked up and held Ding Jiaying's hand tightly.

Ding Jiaying felt pain because she used too much force.

"It does matter, doesn't it?"

His voice was low. "Did he tell you that? Didn't he tell you about his despicable behavior? How did he explain it all to you? How did he have the nerve to talk about her?"

Ding Jiaying's heart sank. The secret, the secret beneath the quiet pool water, was exactly one of the things she wanted to avoid and did not want to see.

I have a bad feeling that if I get involved in this distant, unhappy past, my present life will soon be overwhelmed and destroyed.

She didn't answer him, or rather, she had no way to answer him, although Chen Mi didn't say anything and it was obvious that everything she said was just her guess.

"He didn't say it, he didn't dare to say it, right?" Shen Cong asked, "I understand. Maybe you won't believe what I say now. Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, or the day you want to know. Let's go find Chen Mi together and tell him in person."

Forced by his gaze, Ding Jiaying nodded in agreement.

"But you have to promise me. No matter what you see or hear, don't rush to make a decision, and don't rush to leave me."

His grievances made Ding Jiaying involuntarily soften her heart: "I didn't say I wanted to leave you, nor did I say I didn't believe you..."

Shen Cong hugged Ding Jiaying tightly, with bloodthirsty brutality in his eyes, but he carefully hid it from her so that she wouldn't notice.

His ruthlessness and storm were all intended to avoid involving her.

Many of the unknown details are his dark past that he does not want others to know.

It was another silent and dark night with no one awake, and Shen Cong ended his call with Luo Yan.

Back upstairs, Ding Jiaying's shallow breathing was peaceful and lovely.

He always used to stare, obsessed with her profile, his eyes wandering between her closed eyes and her straight nose.

When he placed a kiss, he was absolutely sure that she would not wake up.

This kind of certainty can only be found in the dark night.

And when the day breaks, Shen Cong will face the punishment for his sins given by fate, and steal a little sweetness in his panic.

Ding Jiaying had no such awareness. When the first ray of morning sunshine and his kiss came together, she could only respond subconsciously.

When she let go, she didn't notice the slight fatigue on his face, and he lazily complained why he woke her up so early.

The sound of running water in the bathroom sent a message: "You said you had something to do with Xiao Ruyi this morning, so you asked me to wake you up early. Hurry up!"

Ding Jiaying suddenly opened her eyes and let her floating thoughts settle for a while: "I know."

Everything is fresh and a new beginning, as if what happened yesterday did not happen if we don’t talk about it.

Yesterday's conversation seemed like a dream from another world.

He went out first, still so doting and gentle, and it seemed so unreal that Ding Jiaying waved goodbye.

After the people left and everything around them became quiet, Ding Jiaying calmed down and thought carefully about what he had said yesterday.

He returned to his cautious state as if nothing had happened, but Ding Jiaying had already understood part of his caution.

All day at work she was thinking about what he said about meeting Chen Mi tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, or any day you want.

The choice is in your hands, and it is up to you to decide when to reveal this secret.

But the consequences behind it were like a monster standing behind the door, making Ding Jiaying hesitant and unable to face it calmly.

Xiao Mimi brought Ding Jiaying back to the villa as usual in the evening, and Chen Mi sat in the small garden to bask in the sun.

He looked a little better, and the smile on his face was still as smart and nonchalant.

This person doesn't like discipline, and doesn't like others teaching him how to do things, but he also never meddles in other people's affairs or interferes with them.

He has good literary talent but unruly views and cannot write poetry, but his random paragraphs are considered good novel outlines.

He would be an unconventional male protagonist in campus literature, so how could he be the despicable and shameless person hated by Shen Cong?