The president is committing suicide

After that night, the two never mentioned anything about the future, as if if they kept this secret, that problem and that day would never come.

The situation became better and better, and their entanglement became more and more torturous.

Ding Jiaying was even a little afraid of the coming night.

"Have you two reconciled? You look rosy-cheeked lately, better than me." Xiao Mimi saw some clues.

"What nonsense."

Ding Jiaying’s tough talk is one thing, but the marks of varying depths on her neck don’t lie.

She didn't let him mention it, so Xiao Mimi had to cover her mouth and laugh.

"I mean, although he was injured, it seems that there is no damage to Shen Cong's body. It is true that youth is an asset."

Ding Jiaying had no interest in arguing with her.

"I want to divorce him after I come down from the mountain."

Xiao Mimi didn't have time to hide her smile, and she was shocked again: "What? Why? Is he behaving so badly?"

"Can you think of something normal in your head? It's not about this."

Ding Jiaying has been tormented by this matter for too long, and the extreme inner struggle makes her want to find someone to talk to.

She told Xiao Mimi the whole story, pouring out all the unspeakable grievances that had accumulated during the icy and snowy weather.

Xiao Mimi hugged her without saying anything.

She was speechless.

She wanted to scold her for being so tolerant, but she also felt sorry for her for being so tolerant.

She blamed herself. She had already noticed that something was wrong with her, so why didn't she ask more questions? Why couldn't she force her to tell her all these tormenting things?

Ah Ying suddenly said it today, she must have been unable to bear it anymore, she was really feeling uncomfortable and her heart was about to be worn out.

Xiao Mimi wanted to scold Shen Cong, wanted to scold Chen Mi, and wanted to scold the girl who left so long ago.

But what was wrong with that girl? Although Chen Mi's cowardice was hateful, it was also human nature. How much harm could Shen Cong's impulsive revenge cause if it was not exposed by Chen Mi?

The origin may be a wrong conspiracy, but Xiao Mimi also believes in her own judgment over the years that Shen Cong could never have been calculating against Ding Jiaying.

But she had no way to persuade Aying.

Love is not a calculation problem, nor is it a rational weighing of pros and cons. It is a feeling and a willingness.

If Ah Ying chooses to leave even though she loves Shen Cong, this would be the most painful realization.

She had already made her decision, and Xiao Mimi just had to listen and stand by her side.

"Aying, it will be fine." Xiao Mimi made up her mind that no matter what she asked her to do, she would cooperate and would never ask why.

Ding Jiaying's tears drowned out her crying and wet Xiao Mimi's clothes.

Without waiting for Shen Cong to come back, Ding Jiaying followed Xiao Mimi to take care of Shangguan Mu and the other wounded, and they were transferred down the mountain as soon as possible.

When Shen Cong returned home, he did not see Ding Jiaying, and the company had not yet started work.

He went to the villa where Xiao Ruyi was currently living, but Shangguan Mu was blocking the door.

"Please go back, Mr. Shen."

Shen Cong looked unhappy and spoke coldly: "You'd better get out of the way and let Xiao Ruyi come out and tell me that Aying is not here."

"Whether it's Ayi or me standing here, it's the same. Miss Ding is not here."

"Miss Ding? She is still Mrs. Shen now." Shen Cong's fingers were almost white as he pinched the document.

Shangguan Mu gritted his teeth and withstood the pressure: "No matter what you think, the divorce agreement signed by Ms. Ding Jiaying has already made her attitude clear."

Shen Cong tore up the divorce agreement in his hand in a rage: "Let her come to me and speak."

"Miss Ding said that this is no longer necessary." Shangguan handed Shen Cong another document, "She had already anticipated that you would do this, so she signed a few extra copies and put them here."

Shen Cong didn't answer.

Shangguan Mu said, "Mr. Shen, feel free to tear it off to vent your emotions. I still have a lot of them here."

"Do you want to die?" Shen Cong said word by word, his eyes wandering on his neck.

"Ms. Ding said I was just a messenger. If Mr. Shen treated me like this, there might not even be a messenger left, and I would go straight to court to see a lawyer."

"You... are fine."

The door was open, and Xiao Ruyi was standing behind it.

For the first time, she faced Shen Cong with a cold face and did not back down.

She said nothing, but her eyes were like a thousand arrows shooting out of a fire.

Xiao Ruyi knew about it, and Aying told her.

This realization made Shen Cong panic.

Before, on the mountain, even at the moment of life and death, Ding Jiaying had never told anyone the secrets between them.

Maybe, she just thought that she was going to die, and this relationship was still acceptable.

But if alive, these deceptions are a shame.

Every year I remind myself of the unreliability of the world and the hypocrisy of Shen Cong.

When she even revealed this secret to Xiao Ruyi, it meant that the matter had to come to an end.

Obviously, she didn't want to get entangled anymore, so she chose to give up neatly.

Shen Cong did not take the document. The snow-white paper with the words on it twisted like ants and fell to the ground, breaking into pieces just like his heart.

He went crazy and tore up all the divorce agreements without any expression on his face.

He saw Ding Jiaying's name being torn into pieces by himself.

"Tell her I don't agree. I'll find her."

Shen Cong was not as able to control himself as he expected. He couldn't control himself and thought of countless ways to kill Ding Jiaying in his mind, and then sacrifice himself as an atonement.

On the way back, he wondered what kind of funeral she would like. She probably wouldn't like a lively one.

Ding Jiaying's divorce agreement was written very simply, leaving the house with almost nothing. She wanted nothing.

In other words, she didn't want anything about Shen Cong, for fear of even the slightest involvement.

The more she wanted to get away with it, the more he couldn't let her do it.

Ding Jiaying walked alone along the river bank, passed through the alley of the flour mill, and sat down at a snack bar near the court in the old city.

She ordered a beef hotpot, five tofu skins and a portion of radish soup for herself.

The boss and the customers all looked at him sideways, wondering how one person could finish the meal.

She didn't say anything, but just lowered her head to eat and drink soup, as if she was afraid that as soon as she stopped eating, the memories would catch up with her and make her cry.

She should be very busy, keeping her eyes, hands and mouth busy, and letting her mind learn to count the meat in the pot in addition to counting the clouds and leaves.

The boss had never seen such a thin person eat so much.

Ding Jiaying didn't expect that it was as if a piece of her body wrapped in the blue down jacket was missing, a hole that could never be filled.

"It was you who said we should break up, why are you more sad than him?"

Qiao Shen sat for a long time and finally sighed.

"Boss, bring me a bottle of wine, buckwheat wine."

The boss brought over two cups, and Qiao Shen poured two cups, one for himself and one for Ding Jiaying.

Ding Jiaying ignored him and continued eating with her head down.

Qiao Shen drank the wine in front of him and poured himself another glass.

Qiao Shen drank the third glass and covered the mouth of the glass with one hand.

"Don't drink it. 52 degrees."