The president is committing suicide

Ding Jiaying slept very deeply, but not at all restfully.

In a trance, she saw the surging river, the impenetrable rain curtain, and a man holding an umbrella whose whole body was wet.

She walked towards a flickering red dot and seemed to see a pale face that was no longer alive.

She struggled to wake up, but she couldn't remember who she had seen.

"I have a fever. It hasn't gone away yet."

It was Xiao Mimi's voice. She was putting a fever-reducing patch on her while she was on the phone.

"The doctor has come to see me, and he said the same thing. There's nothing serious. The recurring fever is due to restlessness."

"Yeah. It looks like he's about to wake up. I'll ask him about it later."

"Yeah, that's right, then listen to your sister. I'll talk to you when you come back."

Ding Jiaying hated hospitals. She forced herself to open her eyes and looked around, only to find herself in her sister's apartment.

Xiao Mimi saw that she had a lot of questions and stretched out her hand to signal her to wait.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you first, drink some water and listen. If you have any questions, ask them later."

Xiao Mimi told me that her sister had mobilized all her strength to find me, and even went to Shen's Group in person to confront Shen Cong.

But this guy just kept insisting that you just went on vacation and there was no problem as you didn't disappear.

Because Shen Cong is listed as Ding Jiaying's guardian and relative, and her parents are abroad, Ding Yumin has no way to call the police and ask them to file a case immediately.

What’s even more outrageous is that Shen Cong actually used Ding Jiaying’s phone to send messages to Ding Yumin and Shen Cong’s phones to report their safety, and even sent photos of their trip.

"Then how did you find out?"

Xiao Mimi said bitterly, "How could you go to such a popular tourist attraction alone? You never like places with long queues? You didn't even take photoshopping seriously."

Ding Jiaying looked at the photo on Xiao Mimi's phone. Although she probably wouldn't go back to that place, the photo was not photoshopped.

She was very sure that the person in the phone was herself. She was smiling at the person who took the photo with love.

The person who took the photo was Shen Cong.

This is a photo of myself before I lost my memory. It is one of the countless happy fragments of my past.

Is Shen Cong disturbing their sight or reminiscing?

"But none of this matters. My sister is really amazing. She hired someone to follow Shen Cong. Although she lost him several times, luckily she got some news about you recently."

Shen Cong is not such a careless person. If he leaves the villa, he will definitely put Ding Jiaying to sleep early.

Similarly, if he didn't want anyone to know his whereabouts, he could make full preparations in advance.

The private detective my sister hired is really not good enough in front of Shen Cong.

No one can find his whereabouts unless he wants to.

And what a coincidence, when I ran out, I met Chen Mi who went up the mountain to inquire about news?

"Chen Mi has been with us these days. It's all thanks to him, otherwise it wouldn't have been possible so quickly."

When Ding Jiaying was in the mountains, she really thought about death and the tricks and jokes that fate played on her.

She seemed to have no need to live in this world, mediocre and stubborn.

If I didn't have my sister protecting me, my life would probably be even more boring, uninteresting and hopeless.

So she has always been looking forward to an unconditional love and a sense of security that she can rely on at any time.

She thought that these feelings could only be found in love, and would appear like a miracle in her future partner.

But now, she said lightly that it was all thanks to others, and that they all worked together to find her.

Ding Jiaying's eyes became moist as she looked at her.

This silly girl, she is the one who loves her sincerely and unreservedly, and is her dearest friend.

No matter how she becomes, whether she is socially anxious, cowardly and struggling internally or outwardly arrogant and loves to show off, Xiao Mimi will always stand firmly by his side.

No matter how afraid she was of Shen Cong, no matter how powerful the force she was facing was.

Ding Jiaying hugged Xiao Mimi and cried, her tears were warm.

Xiao Mimi touched her hair and gritted her teeth: "I thought he was so selfless in the mountains, and his heart couldn't be that bad. But he actually bullied you. He is really evil."

"Don't cry. When you get better, we'll go to his house and make a scene."

"Don't you want a divorce? Let's go straight to the court and file for divorce."

"Why are you still being polite to him now?"

"I'm furious."

……

Ding Jiaying felt that it was getting louder and louder.

Xiao Mimi was panicking: "Ancestor, what's wrong with you? Tell me, even if you want to kill someone, I will go with you."

Ding Jiaying laughed again.

Xiao Mimi touched her head again: "Is she dizzy from the fever?"

"I didn't know you cared about me so much!" Ding Jiaying smiled sincerely, staring with her eyes wide open to prevent tears from falling.

"Silly girl!" Xiao Mimi poked her forehead with her fingertips and started crying with her.

When her sister came back, she took Ding Jiaying to the hospital, and the examination results showed that she had pneumonia.

While receiving an IV drip, Ding Jiaying was browsing the news when she was attracted by a photo.

"A man fell into the river at Hongqiao late at night and his whereabouts are still unknown"

She turned on the news and there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

When I raised my eyes, I felt a little dazed. The person in front of me looked a bit like the person in the photo.

"Why do you look like a cat seeing freeze-dried food when you dress formally?"

Qiao Shen held an umbrella and flowers and looked at Ding Jiaying with amusement.

"It's raining outside? Is it raining heavily?" Ding Jiaying turned her head to look out the window, only to find that the sky was terribly gloomy.

Qiao Shen put away his umbrella, found a vase and started arranging flowers: "It's so big, it's like it's locking people up, so dense. It hurts my body."

"Yeah, it was about the same heavy as the night you came back."

"I heard that there was a man who was daydreaming by the river that night, and he got off right under the nose of the taxi driver."

Ding Jiaying picked up her phone and showed it to him: "This?"

"Yes, that's it. It's been several days, and there's no news. I don't know whether he's alive or dead."

"When you are alive, you never know which will come first, accident or death. Sometimes they come together at the same time." Ding Jiaying remembered a sentence she saw from somewhere.

All the brilliant memories and beautiful aspirations, the past and the future, became meaningless in an instant.

Life is short and fragile, and there is no way to fight it.

Going with the flow and taking advantage of the situation is destiny.

When my sister came in, she brought someone with her, Chen Mi.

By the way, the person she saw before she fainted was indeed him.

But my sister didn’t like him before, and even reminded herself to stay away from this guy.

"Aren't you preparing to go abroad? How do you have time to come here?" Ding Jiaying didn't want others to be involved in her own karma, nor did she want to be deeply involved in the karma of others.

Since he was the cause of the incident, and now that the relationship has ended because of meeting him, does that mean that everything in this relationship is over?

Ding Yumin didn't know the reason, and was a little dissatisfied with her sister's treatment of her lifesaver: "Mr. Chen helped a lot and saved your life. He took time out of his busy schedule to come and see you, why don't you thank him quickly?"

Ding Yumin went forward and put a pillow behind Ding Jiaying, then rocked the bed a little. Looking at her pale face, she felt pity in her heart.

"You're not a child anymore, but you still can't take care of yourself. I'm worried."

Ding Jiaying held her sister's hand and said, "Thank you, Mr. Chen. Sister, I was thinking that Mr. Chen is very busy at home, so I will come to thank him in person when I feel better."

Chen Mi smiled bitterly when he called her Mr. Chen: "Miss Ding Er, you don't have to be so polite."

"Yes. Etiquette cannot be abolished."