The president is committing suicide

Nice guy card? Ji Ping didn't expect Ding Jiaying to have such an attitude towards Shen Cong.

At the beginning, Ding Jiaying went out of her way to get along well with Ah Heng in order to win his favor.

Even though she had never really had love, Ji Ping still envied girls who could live like this.

She loves the boy she likes, and the boy loves her too.

It’s just that fate or the affairs of the world are unpredictable. You never know at which fork in the road or at which point in time something went wrong, leading to consequences that become out of control.

Regardless of whether Ding Jiaying believed it or not or whether she wanted to hear it or not, she still told her what she saw of Shen Cong.

Those childhoods that seemed glamorous on the surface but were actually bloody, those unfulfilled desires and loves that were forever lost.

She wasn't sure if she understood what Shen Cong had been through, but the harm that Ah Heng had suffered under his protection made Ji Ping tremble with fear.

In that big house, amidst the frightened looks of the servants and the gossip of relatives and friends, Ji Ping pieced together the vague truth.

She couldn't bear to see him endure all this alone and watch the person she loved go away again.

Regardless of whether Ding Jiaying believed it or not, in Ji Ping's eyes, Shen Cong was a man who had been injured and caught in the rain and was covered with scars but still wanted to hold an umbrella for her and her son.

After Ji Ping and her son left, Ding Jiaying sat by the lake for a long time.

The setting sun dyed the water red.

The tiny white dots flying in the air look like snow.

Ding Jiaying felt heartbroken, but she told herself that she didn't need to think so much about others.

People should look forward, love themselves a little more, be a little more selfish, and have weaker empathy.

In this way, under the impermanent order, we can work and live in an orderly manner with peace of mind.

Under the snow-capped mountains on the plateau, Ding Jiaying once asked a question.

Why do those kind people always suffer inside, and those who have not done anything bad always have a bad ending.

The old woman's face was full of wrinkles. As she twisted the rope, she said, "I am too old to go to the snowy mountains, so I twisted the rope. I cut the wool, combed it, and twisted it into ropes."

"Then, Zhuoma will weave it into felt. Then it can be made into a black tent to keep out the wind and rain, and protect people, sheep and yaks."

Ding Jiaying felt that the old lady did not answer her question.

But my grandma said that if everyone does what they can, then what they do will not be meaningless.

The kind old grandmother's painstaking efforts will bring protection to her family.

Shen Cong looks like someone who can kick out those who fight for the family property, and he is trying every means to make their lives better and freer.

Ji Ping let her see the good side of Shen Cong, and Ding Jiaying saw it.

Although she didn't beg for mercy or say anything else.

But Ding Jiaying will think and understand for herself.

Making mistakes is something that a person can do very easily.

Make mistakes frequently, take them seriously, allow yourself to make mistakes, and correct them seriously, then you can live your life in a good direction.

Shen Cong is no longer Shen Cong of the Shen Group, and Ji Ping is finally going to become her own Ji Ping.

They all seemed to have drawn a line with the past.

Ding Jiaying asked herself, these years have passed and all the compensation has been made, so let it be the past, okay?

Ding Jiaying didn't get an answer by the lake.

Ding Jiaying went home only after the cafe closed.

As the elevator door opened, a boy greeted her with a big smile on his face: "Sister."

Ding Jiaying saw Shen Heng, and naturally also saw the tall Shen Cong beside him.

"Ah, hello."

Ding Jiaying hadn't figured out how to face Shen Cong, but she couldn't be cold to a kid like Shen Heng. She just perfunctorily responded and planned to go in quickly.

"Sister, let's go running. My brother said he wanted to exercise and become a strong man in the future." Shen Heng is still so talkative.

Ding Jiaying smiled wryly: "Come on!"

When I ran back home, Xiao Mimi had already returned.

"Why did you come back so early from your date?" Ding Jiaying felt very strange.

Xiao Mimi lazily slumped on the sofa: "It's nothing, I just felt tired. I came back early. It might be the sequelae of overtime work."

"Don't work too hard. The company belongs to all of us, but your body is your own." After thinking for a moment, Ding Jiaying added, "So does your beauty."

"It's true that working overtime can damage your appearance." Xiao Mimi quickly stood up and took out a small mirror to look around. "I have to go for a treatment tomorrow. Can you help me make an appointment with the beauty salon under Qiao Shen's name?"

"Don't you have your own membership card?" Ding Jiaying didn't want to trouble Qiao Shen over such a small matter.

Xiao Mimi approached and acted coquettishly: "He has an ace cosmetic doctor, but you have to wait for an appointment. Only Qiao Shen can cut in line. You can talk to him about money, and we already have business and can take care of each other."

Ding Jiaying then realized that she was asked to go directly to Qiao Shen.

She wanted to interrupt and get away with it, but Ding Jiaying stared at her seriously and sent her a message.

"Just send a message first. If they are busy, they can reply if they see it. It's not too much."

Seeing that Ding Jiaying was still hesitant, Xiao Mimi snatched the phone and prepared to send the message herself.

"I'm scared of you. I'll do it myself."

Ding Jiaying sent a message to Qiao Shen, asking him if he could help make an appointment, and if not, forget it.

I sent it very hastily, not expecting him to agree.

After all, Qiao Shen is now a company boss. He is busy with many things and may not have time to read the news.

Who knew he would reply immediately.

No problem. What time is convenient for you?

Xiao Mimi saw the message behind Ding Jiaying's shoulder: "Tell him that he will be free tomorrow. We both have nothing to do at 3 pm. Let's go together."

"No plans for tomorrow?" Ding Jiaying didn't believe it.

Xiao Mimi shrugged: "Really? Mulan and Xiaoqian went in our place."

Good, good, now you are indeed a mature leader, and your ability to direct your subordinates’ work has matured.

Ding Jiaying did not tell Xiao Mimi that not only Shen Cong lived across the street, but also Shen Cong's younger brother.

The next day, Xiao Mimi was stunned when Shen Heng knocked on the door.

"My brother asked me to bring breakfast to you two." Shen Heng went to elementary school and seemed more stable.

"Who is your brother?" Xiao Mimi thought he was cute and wanted to tease him.

Hearing Shen Cong's name, Xiao Mimi instinctively refused: "No need, we can do it ourselves."

"My brother said that the food you cooked is inedible and ordering takeout is unhealthy."

"Look at what you said. Kid, we still have someone here who can cook." Xiao Mimi confidently mentioned Ding Jiaying's cooking skills.

Shen Heng rolled his eyes: "You are worthy of my sister cooking for you?"

Xiao Mimi was about to say something but was interrupted: "Take it, don't let my sister starve. Otherwise I won't let you go. I'm going to school first."

The young master walked away with his head held high, taking firm steps while carrying a large schoolbag on his back.

"Why don't you move out?" The despised Xiao Mimi closed the door and said resentfully to Ding Jiaying.