The president is committing suicide

A part of revenge? Was it all just a show?

Was the car accident on last year’s rainy night caused by this truth?

If this was the nightmare I wanted to escape from in the first place, am I now reliving this nightmare again?

"In fact, if we put aside the obstacle of identity, Yun Jin should have become Shen Cong's wife if her last name was not Shen."

This sentence was like a spell spinning in Ding Jiaying's mind.

She didn't believe it, but the words didn't listen and kept going around in her head.

She is Shen Cong's wife, then what am I?

Reason told me that what Xin An said was not credible and she had no good intentions.

The ultimate substitute literature is to portray yourself as a tragic and unloved character.

Ding Jiaying can feel what love is and believes in her own judgment.

She and Shen Cong were in love.

"It's impossible to say what happened in the past. Now Shen Cong's wife is me. I have roughly understood what happened after listening to your story."

"Heh, you're quite calm." Xin An's eyes were like the dark night. "It's strange, I never envy Yun Jin. But I envy you. Because you and I are both secondary choices, and we have everything about ourselves, including family, knowledge and conversation. I am better than you. And you, you got him just by relying on your face, which is not fair."

"Nonsense."

"You were originally an outsider, but were implicated. It's very pitiful." Xin An's condescending sympathy almost angered Ding Jiaying.

Ding Jiaying's pride would not allow her to continue to talk about this matter over and over again: "If you want, you can also try to pursue him. I believe you can't win his heart or fake cooperation."

Xin An looked at her as if he was looking at an angry little lion in the zoo, without any fear: "Yes, I can't win. Because he has no heart at all. He is a perfect puppet, all his emotions are designed, and he will never really let down his guard against anyone."

It was really strange. They were clearly the only two talking, but Ding Jiaying felt like the room was so crowded with people that it was hard to breathe.

Shen Cong and Shen Yunjin come and go in the story.

While they were having such a complicated entanglement, Ding Jiaying was just going to and from school every day, returning to her empty home from the bustling school.

She only has two friends and a secret crush that wasn't very successful.

It turns out that up to this point, my life has been all about calculation.

I plotted against Shen Cong, and Shen Cong plotted against me.

Love at first sight and mutual affection are all fake, as are careful planning and throwing oneself into the arms of a man. The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it, a scheme within a scheme, a deception within a deception.

Couldn't two liars just lie to each other their whole lives?

When Shen Cong was protecting himself and helping the Ding family, when he faced his grandfather with him, when he was anxious for his friends, and when he was being hunted down because of his own affairs, didn't he have any sincerity at all?

Ding Jiaying felt that the heartbeats and tears she felt could not be fake.

But now I can no longer say that I completely trust him.

This is Xin An’s purpose.

Telling myself the truth I know will cause a crisis of distrust in the love between me and Shen Cong.

No, in fact the crisis has existed for a long time, but Xin An cleverly intensified it.

After all, what could be more difficult to let go than the loss of a beautiful girl?

Seeing her dazed look, Xin An added: "Yun Jin passed away. Shen Cong said that there will be no descendants of his left in this world from now on."

"You guys arguing about whether you can get pregnant is a joke. He said it wasn't your fault, nor was it the fault of the car accident. He was right. He didn't even lie to you. He had a sterilization a long time ago. Is this a secret you don't know?"

Ding Jiaying's mind now seemed to be filled with the noise of the universe. The warships cruising in the galaxy were gradually approaching, and the imaginary yet real threat was right in front of her.

Is this the real secret that Shen Cong cannot tell himself? There is indeed no future between them, not the kind of future that Ding Jiaying imagined.

It wasn’t because of the car accident, it wasn’t because of his health, but because Shen Cong didn’t allow it.

The reason he didn't allow it was...

She couldn't think about it any further, couldn't let it all go along with some kind of logic, otherwise it would become a fact in her mind.

"I don't believe a word you say now." Ding Jiaying screamed loudly.

Those doubts and anxieties that were trying to crawl out of my heart had already spread throughout my body, and the sadness of distrust and unlovability spread faster than my heart.

Xin An sensed her weakness and slowly raised his finger to point in the direction of the door: "The time for the story is over. If you walk out of the door now, you should be able to see the person you want to see."

"You can ask anyone at random, your husband, your friend, Shen Cong, Chen Mi, it's all fine. You can ask them to tell you the truth, just try it."

"You will know that everything I said is true."

The doorbell rang, one after another, followed by the sound of the door panel, which was tapped very restrainedly and rhythmically.

Xin An straightened his clothes and turned to look at Ding Jiaying: "I'm going to open the door now. Do you want to go out through the front door or the back door?"

Ding Jiaying was speechless and looked dazed.

"Auntie Zhang, take this young lady out through the back door."

Aunt Zhang quickly helped Ding Jiaying around the corner of the hall.

"He's just a child after all, and has never seen such a big situation." Xin An suppressed the sadness between his brows and steeled himself to face the devil.

Shen Cong came in a hurry, pushed Xin An aside and rushed straight in.

"Where is she?"

Without his calmness and pride, Shen Cong was no different from any other man trapped in love. Very boring.

Xin An rubbed his painful shoulder and said, "Why are you so rude? Is this how I taught you to treat girls? I think I didn't beat you enough!"

"Don't mention her to me!" Shen Cong suddenly became angry, ran to her in two steps, clamped his neck with one hand, and slammed him against the door with a bang.

"Mr. Shen, don't do that." Luo Yan stepped forward in panic.

The brief loss of the freedom to breathe made Xin An experience for the first time how painful suffocation can be.

As he was thrown to the ground and gasping for breath, he once again saw Shen Cong's bloodthirsty eyes that wanted to kill everyone in the world.

"You still can't kill me." Xin An's words sounded like a provocation.

Shen Cong grabbed her collar and growled, "I fucking told you not to provoke her!"

Xin An's mouth was bleeding, but he was still smiling: "This time I didn't recruit her, she came to me on her own."

Luo Yan hurried forward: "Boss Shen, the Madam left through the back door. The tea was still warm when she left."

Shen Cong hurriedly left Xin An behind and ran to the back door.

Luo Yan looked at Xin An lying on the ground timidly with some reluctance. The last time they met, she was full of charm and fearlessness, but this time they met she was so miserable.

"Do you want me to call an ambulance for you?"

Xin An wiped his lips and said, "Don't worry about me. It's just a minor injury. I can handle it myself. He won't do anything to me, but if you don't follow him, I'm not sure if he will kill anyone."