The president is committing suicide

"If you are interested, I am still willing to tell you. Novels are also fine."

After reading the book peacefully for a while, Shen Cong's head came over again.

Ding Jiaying felt that Shen Cong, who was trying to make conversation today, was a little suspicious. When did he become so lively?

Want to show off your glorious image as a top student in front of yourself?

But I am not a person with strong comprehension ability.

"No need."

Shen Cong didn't want to give up, and said, "Don't you want to know what my major is? It's actually quite interesting."

In fact, it is very interesting that this matter is relative and it depends on whether you are good at it or not.

Ding Jiaying, who couldn't understand mathematics and had to escape to liberal arts, always felt that everything related to science was boring.

"You haven't been doing a job related to your major, have you? Did you find it boring later?"

Shen Cong shook his head: "It's not that it's meaningless, but..."

Ding Jiaying pricked up her ears, and he actually sat back down, hesitating to say something.

The damn curiosity was aroused at once.

"Is there any special reason?"

Shen Cong just read the book and stopped answering questions. He never looked at her and ignored Ding Jiaying's curiosity.

But she didn't know how to retreat when faced with difficulties, like a cat that had got some news.

Unable to stop being entangled by her burning gaze, he stood up and said, "The dessert downstairs is ready. I'll go down and bring it to you."

Ding Jiaying is not a careless person. People who lack care since childhood always live sensibly and are good at observing people's words and expressions.

She was sure that it was not Shen Cong's wish to completely abandon his profession and interests and turn around to inherit the family business. But what kind of people and things could shake the cold-blooded and arbitrary person in Xiao Mimi's mouth?

She looked up and saw the densely packed bookcases with a winding design, making this place look like an unknown island or a hidden corner.

Were those books mentioned above, everything here, whether known or unknown, about the world that one knows or does not know, once the secrets shared by Shen Cong and Ding Jiaying?

Does Ding Jiaying know these things that she doesn’t know?

Did Shen Cong let Ding Jiaying know the secret?

Thinking of this, Ding Jiaying swallowed.

Stop. It's too dangerous. Why would I want to participate in a situation where secrets are shared?

What would happen if this secret was known? Would the relationship between the two people really take a step further if the third person knew the secret?

No.

Ding Jiaying felt that she was not ready yet. She shouldn't have rashly explored the things under the water, the secrets beneath the calm.

When Shen Cong came up, he saw Ding Jiaying staring at the pages of the book in her hand in a daze. Even though he made some noise, she did not turn the page.

The sun was shining brightly, filtering through the leaves and swaying on her body, sprinkling all over her.

It would be wonderful if this kind of quiet beauty could continue forever.

Just like the day before.

He felt as if she would drop the book and jump into his arms in the next moment.

That day she rolled into my arms and said, "I'll give you a child. Although the child's IQ will be lowered a little because of me, it shouldn't be a big problem."

He held her in his arms and laughed at her shamelessness.

She laughed at him for being too shy.

But I have also mustered up the courage to think about this possibility, a possibility that I would never have thought about before.

He believed in her, believed that she would always be by his side, believed that she would always love him, and believed that she would always hold him in her hands.

He wanted to keep trusting her.

"What are you looking at?"

Ding Jiaying's voice suddenly brought him back to his senses, and he immediately smiled: "Looking at the trees outside the window, they have grown so tall year after year. I'll see if I need to trim them someday."

"Why prune it? The life of a tree is much longer than ours. If you prune it today, it will still grow as it should a hundred years later. After hundreds of years, they will all be fine."

Shen Cong looked at her with some surprise: "I just want you to be happy and let the sunshine shine on you to make it warmer."

"It's not necessary. They won't be happy if I trim them, and I won't have any fun looking at them."

"Okay. Let's drink something sweet." Shen Cong placed the Tremella soup in front of Ding Jiaying and looked at her deeply.

Ding Jiaying didn't expect that he would actually take her casual remark that bird's nest was not as delicious as white fungus to heart.

Shen Cong did not expect that the 22-year-old Ding Jiaying cared so much about other people's opinions, even the opinions of a tree. She would give up her own ideas and demands just because they might cause trouble to other people or other things.

In the past, he would have thought that this person was too indecisive and had no personality. But now it was Ding Jiaying, the person who had once collided with the world and crashed into his world.

"tasty?"

"Delicious."

The two people each had their own thoughts, and had new understandings and doubts about each other.

"It's inconvenient for you to go to your room to get clothes all the time. I will move all my clothes to my room later." Shen Cong ate the Tremella soup, which tasted sweet in his mouth but a little bitter in his heart.

He hoped that she would say no, hoped that she would say don't move. He would listen to her, listen to her.

But she said okay, nodded, and then went back to eating.

What could he do? He had to listen to her.

"I will take good care of myself, eat more, exercise more, and go out more often. Maybe I will recover quickly."

"Hmm. What if you never remember?"

The last time Ding Jiaying mentioned this, Shen Cong got really angry, but now he actually took the initiative to talk about it. She was so surprised that she couldn't answer for a while.

"..."

Shen Cong did not miss any movement of her eyebrows. Her eyes were rolling around, and she must be thinking of some way to escape.

"Are you really going to divorce me without hesitation?"

"I……"

"I've kept everything you said in mind. I've corrected anything you're not satisfied with. I can't be considered a bad person, can I?"

"No..." Ding Jiaying's heart suddenly surged with pity, "It's not that you are not good enough."

Shen Cong lowered his head as if begging: "You try..."

"what?"

Shen Cong gritted his teeth and seemed to have made up his mind: "Try and see if you can like me. If you can fall in love with me again."

When she returned to the room, Ding Jiaying's mind was filled with Shen Cong's words.

He asked too quickly, and she could give him nothing but a confused silence in her head.

Shen Cong still had a smile on his face. He stayed beside her gently and said that it didn't matter, even if she couldn't figure it out now.

But she saw the disappointment in his eyes that he couldn't hide in time.

The autumn leaves were blown off the branches in a panic by the wind, but they were no match for Ding Jiaying's speed of escape.