The president is committing suicide

Torture.

Ding Jiaying didn't dare to ask for details, and Chen Mi didn't have the heart to tell her.

He covered his face with his hands and trembled, just like every time he thought of the lonely night.

He didn't even dare to cry. What right did he have to cry? The innocent girl had already shed all her tears.

Ding Jiaying had never involved the matter in such a tragic and cruel murder case.

She thought too superficially about the conflicts between him and Shen Cong.

Could it be that because Chen Mi was involved in Shen Yunjin's death, Shen Cong strongly opposed him having any contact with him?

If this is the case, shouldn't I just stay away from him to avoid so much trouble?

"Where is the murderer? Has he been caught?"

Ding Jiaying has never cared much about these things and has no impression of them.

Chen Mi nodded: "They were caught. It was several years later. One of them was caught by Shen Cong himself."

When the incident happened, Chen Mi was just a high school student, and Shen Cong was even younger. How could teenagers catch those vicious criminals?

"Isn't it incredible? As long as he wants to do it, he can do it with all his heart. He could have paid to solve the matter and let someone else catch the man. But he did it himself. He was covered in blood and took the man to the police station."

Ding Jiaying was stunned after hearing this.

"He disguised a long-planned and meticulous pursuit as an act of bravery. The murderer died not long after being sent to the police station. There is no way to explain the reason. Everyone said that this guy had done too much evil and finally got himself killed, and no one dug into the reason. After all, it's not a bad thing to have one less evil person in the world."

What Chen Mi said was far beyond Ding Jiaying's understanding. She felt that he was talking about a story about someone he didn't know.

In the past, she always joked that the way Shen Cong wore a loose white shirt made him look like the pure, noble, flawless male protagonist in a youth novel, and was the favorite look among the girls.

His coldness and aloofness could never be linked to any bloody massacre or bigotry.

"I heard from the police officers who handled the case at the time that he had more than a dozen knife wounds of varying sizes on his body. One was on his thigh, which nearly injured an artery and cut through the flesh to the bone. After it healed, there should be a scar three fingers wide."

Ding Jiaying had seen the scar, and Shen Cong said it was caused by someone’s harassment due to a business matter.

She was so heartbroken at that time.

The same thing happened again later, and Ding Jiaying had no doubts.

After all, there are too many things in the world where people take risks for the sake of profit.

Ding Jiaying felt a little disappointed. He had never mentioned these things. Was this the only thing he had concealed?

Is the "he" that Chen Mi mentioned the whole side of him that she has never seen?

Ding Jiaying went back in a daze.

Chen Mi was staring blankly at a glass of water.

When Xiao Mimi came out, Ding Jiaying was no longer downstairs, and Chen Mi was motionless.

"what happened to you?"

When I got closer to him, I saw that Chen Mi's hanging hand was holding a piece of glass, and there was a pool of blood in the broken glass on the ground.

"You're crazy!" Xiao Mimi quickly called for someone to deal with it.

There was only one sentence in her mind: Something big happened, is Ding Jiaying okay?

Because of Chen Mi's physical condition, Ding Jiaying had asked the family doctor to live at home. So he came quickly and treated Chen Mi's wounds quickly.

"Are you okay?" Xiao Mimi asked anxiously as soon as the phone was connected, but unexpectedly the tone on the other end was so calm that she almost doubted herself.

"I am fine."

Xiao Mimi did not tell her about Chen Mi. She only said that when she went downstairs, she saw something strange in his expression and was afraid that it would be bad for Ding Jiaying.

On the other end of the phone, Ding Jiaying said in a joking tone that Xiao Mimi was surprised by what she saw and asked her to be careful.

When in the car, Ding Jiaying didn't know how to sort out her messy mood, or what tone to use when she came back to talk to Shen Cong.

He fearlessly and frankly asked himself to confront Chen Mi first because he knew that Chen Mi could not lie about this matter.

The original guilt almost overwhelmed him, not to mention speaking against his conscience in front of Ding Jiaying. Because there was Shen Cong standing behind her.

She returned home and stood at the door, brewing her emotions.

She stroked the small ring on her hand, and an unspeakable sadness quietly spread.

A beautiful girl, who did nothing wrong, was tortured to death because of her father's justice.

Just hearing this story is enough to make people feel uneasy.

Not to mention being part of the story.

She didn't know why, but she couldn't stop her tears from falling.

The sadness that he had not shown in front of Chen Mi just now was purely for a girl he had never met, which surged into his eyes.

She did not go home, did not push open the door, and did not have the strength to say those trivial things about love in the face of the huge death.

The hand that was holding the door was withdrawn, and Ding Jiaying did not enter.

The lights downstairs were not on. Did he not come back or did he leave the lights on?

Is he in the study or in his bedroom?

He should know that he had found Chen Mi today, and then what?

She dodged and hid back in Xiao Mimi's apartment.

Shen Cong also dodged. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the office, with messy hair and a cigarette between his fingers.

He had climbed onto the table to cover the smoke alarm system, and now the smoke made him feel better.

The smoke rushes into the respiratory tract and makes people cough, and the smell of tar makes people uncomfortable.

But only an unhappy body can temporarily relieve the pain in the heart.

He leaned against the glass, as if he could fall into the dark night outside the window at any time.

He is not the king who is invincible and looks down on the world in broad daylight. Those false halos cannot brighten his eyes.

The phone struggled to light up and vibrate to get his attention.

After a long time, perhaps because he was curious about the caller's persistence, he picked up the phone with his slender fingers.

Wife.

Shen Cong wiped his face and saw 7 missed calls.

"What happened, baby?"

"Where are you?" Ding Jiaying's voice sounded like she had been crying.

"Where are you? I'll come find you." She should be in Xiao Ruyi's apartment, why did her voice sound so empty?

"Need not."

"Be good and don't be upset. Tell me where you are." Shen Cong was a little panicked. He turned on the computer and started searching.

"Open the door."

"What?" Shen Cong was unable to react for a moment.

"Open the door. I'm at the door of your office. I can't sleep."

After opening the door, a figure fell directly into Shen Cong's arms.

"How did you..."

"I came here with Luo Yan."

President Shen was angry because he had a beautiful woman in his arms.

Luo Yan closed the door silently and left work happily.