The president is committing suicide

"Let me show you a photo." Xin An took out a photo from the room and showed it to Ding Jiaying.

The photo is a bit old and is the size you would put in a wallet.

Fuji camera's old color style, two girls standing there.

One is bright and sunny, the other is gentle and quiet.

The one smiling carefree is Xin An, and the person next to him has long hair like a waterfall and a bright smile. He is at the carefree age, truly a young age like a flower.

There was no smile on Ding Jiaying's face.

"You figured it out, right?" Xin An said proudly. "You two are somewhat similar. Or you are a bit like her."

Ding Jiaying suddenly smiled, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes: "You want to fool me with such old-fashioned substitute literature? Do you think Shen Cong is not smart enough or that I am too stupid?"

Xin An found it even more interesting: "The last time we talked on the phone, you pressed for news about Yun Jin, and you were very aggressive. You looked like you would never forgive me. Whoever leaves, it's not their fault."

Ding Jiaying remained silent.

"Why has it changed now? Oh, yes, you have lost your memory. That's a great plot, much more fashionable than mine."

Xin An sneered back, her expression somewhat sinister: "I also have long hair, but now I tie it up and put it up. I hate to be the same as her. But I know that Shen Cong likes it. You know it too, don't you?"

Shen Cong really liked it. On every sweaty night, he kissed his hair over and over again.

Ding Jiaying lowered her eyes to hide her momentary heartache.

"Kinship, immoral, right? But what's wrong with liking someone? I don't know how distant a relative she is, but now she is my adopted daughter, and my sister. Shen Cong has no way to solve it."

Xin An's words were undoubtedly a bombshell.

Ding Jiaying was shocked, and something in her head broke.

"You and I are both practitioners in the film and television industry. We probably know that those long-standing love stories must contain violent conflicts. Liu Mengmei and Du Liniang could only meet in dreams, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai met in the tomb, and Romeo and Juliet could not break through the family hatred and died together by mistake. The more you want to get something, the more precious it is. The more you transgress and the more obstacles you face, the more you want to conquer it, isn't it?"

Xin An became more and more excited as he spoke, but Ding Jiaying disagreed: "That's what you think."

"What about Shen Cong? Do you think Shen Cong doesn't think so? With such a smart mind, he certainly deserves the most epic love in the world."

Ding Jiaying didn't know what Shen Cong was thinking, and she couldn't answer.

"If it wasn't love, why could Shen Cong persist for so long and pursue the case single-handedly for so long? He spent so much effort to almost kill people one by one? Wouldn't it be better to hand the people over to the police after finding clues? He just wanted to lynch the person and soothe the pain in his heart."

"He is not." Ding Jiaying interrupted.

Xin An smiled: "You haven't seen him at that time. If you have seen his eyes, you will know that he thinks like that. Those are bloodthirsty eyes. He trained himself to form a team, track, disappear, and never know when he will come back covered in wounds, and then go out again. Sometimes Mingdu was half gone, and there was a strange light flashing in his eyes. Mingming had a blank expression, but it felt like his blood was trembling with excitement."

"Aying, you don't understand Shen Cong. Yunjin is his tranquilizer. If she wasn't there, he would have gone crazy a long time ago. No, maybe he's crazy now but pretending to be calm."

Ding Jiaying frowned and interrupted her: "Stop talking! He is not like that!"

"I can totally understand your behavior. When faced with sudden changes, young people will lose control of their emotions at some point." Xin An turned his head to look at the snow in the yard. "The snow is really heavy. I haven't seen such heavy snow here in many years. The ground is white in a short while."

"I'm getting ready to leave." Ding Jiaying wanted to escape.

"Did he confess to you? Or did he tell you the safe part of the truth? A painless story about a sister's death?"

Ding Jiaying had no way to refute that Shen Cong did not describe in detail his life and feelings with Shen Yunjin.

"You don't know. For a long time, Shen Yunjin was Shen Cong's god and spiritual pillar. When she died, he was left with only a shell. He lived a life of mediocrity like a walking corpse. Otherwise, do you think he would have come back obediently to inherit the family business?"

"He has a small house that no one knows about. You can go and see for yourself what's inside. Oh, that's only if you can find it, or if Shen Cong tells you."

Ding Jiaying is afraid of the cold. The cold air has penetrated into the room through the glass door, and the heating in the room seems to be ineffective.

Her throat was stiff. "He will say what he wants to say, and I will go and see what I want to see. You don't have to worry about it."

Xin An clapped his hands and laughed: "Okay, okay, you still have the same stubborn temper. Do you know that there is another reason why Shen Cong likes you besides your face?"

Ding Jiaying tried hard not to swear.

"You are so smart, you must have guessed it. Why don't you say anything? Let me help you say it, because of Chen Mi. Chen Mi likes you, and you like him too, but that layer of window paper seems to have not been pierced?"

"Yes. Chen Mi's crime is not punishable by death, but he does not deserve happiness. He is cowardly, stupid and selfish, how can he get true love? Shen Cong is not only jealous, he carries out his own judgment coldly and ruthlessly."

"No, it's not like that." Ding Jiaying stammered.

"Oh, then, lovely Miss Ding, can you explain it to me, or tell me a more reasonable story? Love at first sight, drunken promiscuity? Family marriage, substitute bride? Shen Cong's script is more exciting than ours. But you know it's a trap from the beginning, so you won't think so."

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"It's impossible for Shen Cong to get drunk. How could he cause trouble after drinking?"

She was satisfied to see the blood color on Ding Jiaying's face fade away little by little and turn into the color of snow. She was very satisfied with her masterpiece: "He doesn't have a complete personality. He wants to get what he wants. But because he is very smart and good at pretending to study, it is not difficult for him to pretend to be a affectionate little boy."

"He designed the trap for you step by step, and presented himself in front of you as a prey. Just like he designed to catch those damn bastards before. You succeeded, cheer. Then he laughed behind you, laughing at your stupidity."

"I don't believe it!" Ding Jiaying couldn't help it.

She wanted to leave this place, she could hardly breathe.

"Don't you dare to listen? Not only did he take you away, but now he is also holding the lifeblood of the Chen family, forcing them to leave the country forever. Whether I am right or not, you can verify it by leaving my door, walking to the door, and finding Chen Mi. If he can tell you the truth."

"The truth is abominable, but isn't it more pitiful to sink into ignorance?"

"It doesn't matter whether there is a shadow or not. It's our own will. If you understand, you can comfort yourself and feel happy. But as part of the revenge, I feel it's not worth it for you."