The president is committing suicide

Baby, this word seems to be what Shen Cong often calls Ding Jiaying.

Now it seems a little inappropriate for her to use it to refer to herself, and there is a bit of a weird harmony.

In her heart, I am actually a person worth cherishing.

Shen Cong's heart was so soft that he didn't know what to do with the happiness of being spoiled by her.

The two of them seemed like two kittens hiding in a small corner isolated from the world, snuggling together.

"What do you think death is?" Ding Jiaying made room for Shen Cong, and after they both lay down, she asked.

Shen Cong knew that this problem was now like a huge shadow standing not far from Ding Jiaying, an inevitability in time.

It's impossible to say nothing and pretend it doesn't exist.

What's more, he is your own father. Even if you are not that close, you have been living with him for more than 20 years, and the natural instinct flowing in your blood is hard to ignore.

Shen Cong put his arm around her shoulders and held her close to his heart.

"Death looks pale but light."

"I don't understand."

"Everyone will die. It seems like a nonsense, but this is life. After all, it has been more than 2,000 years since Qin Shihuang unified China, and there is still no elixir of life. Humans are not as useful as you think."

"You're kidding."

Shen Cong grasped Ding Jiaying's small hand and squeezed it in his palm. He kissed her on the forehead and said, "No kidding. I am prepared for this. Death is in my plan. Someday in the future, decades later, even if it is far away, I am waiting for it."

Ding Jiaying didn't say anything.

"You may not have thought about it, but facing the threat of death in your 60s and 70s is common nowadays. Even if there was no cancer, my father-in-law must have thought about death for many years."

"Because at some point in the future, I will say goodbye to this world. A long time ago, I lived a very pessimistic life, and I tried to complete all the procedures and processes as briefly as possible because there was no need to waste time. Until I had you, four became insignificant, even a little cute and wonderful."

Ding Jiaying raised her head from him: "Still cute?"

"Yes, because I have you by my side. The time before death is actually very long, and you are with me during this long time. I feel happy and free. Those unfamiliar people, things, flowers, and trees are all different from what I have seen before."

"So magical?"

"It's just so magical. The dead souls will weigh on the living, some becoming motivations and some becoming obstacles. The people around them have the same influence. Let's assume that my father-in-law had thought about this same thing as me a long time ago. Now he has a lover and two lovely daughters. The eldest daughter has a successful career, and the youngest daughter can be independent and has a lover. If it were me, I would not want to stay in the hospital for the rest of the time."

"Do you really think so?" Ding Jiaying actually knew that she felt uneasy about this matter because she always felt that she had not done something well enough. But he no longer had time to experience it and watch her become as outstanding as her sister.

Shen Cong stroked her hair and comforted her: "For us, life is our own, but most of the time we live for our family, friends and company employees. Many things that are beyond our control take up most of our time. The freest time in life may be the beginning and the end. How lucky that this end does not come suddenly and is irreversible. Now there is still time, let him plan it himself. He can do whatever he wants. If he wants you to stay away and not visit him, then don't visit him."

"I'm afraid he will be stubborn." Ding Jiaying expressed her concerns.

"Don't be so foolish as to use your own thoughts to guess other people's inner thoughts. If you have any doubts, it's better to ask directly. Sometimes being direct can avoid many misunderstandings. I also believe that at this point, my father-in-law will no longer want to do such a thing."

"Ah."

"Baby, you will definitely still think about it, but I hope you can relax a little. This is not a matter of the sky falling, at least your father-in-law does not regard this matter as a matter of the sky falling." Shen Cong's hand was stroking her back intermittently.

Ding Jiaying hugged Shen Cong's waist with both hands, closed her eyes and hummed, "Got it."

"You really know?"

"Some of it, all right. But there's one thing I know for sure."

"What? Tell me about it."

"I'm hungry."

As soon as Shen Cong lowered his head, Ding Jiaying looked up at him with a smile on her face and pouting as if she was acting coquettishly.

What can I do? I have to pamper my own woman.

"Give me a kiss and I'll take you out to dinner."

"Okay." Unexpectedly, she agreed.

When her lips fell on his and her flexible tongue clumsily imitated his exploration, Shen Cong did not indulge her mischief.

While eating, Ding Jiaying was still angry and dissatisfied with her defeat.

Shen Cong served the guests attentively by picking up dishes and adding soup.

"Look, the moon in the sky seems to be rounder than the one at home."

Ding Jiaying turned her head and saw the undulating lines of the mountains against the distant moon, which was indescribably clear and bright, revealing a kind of eternal tranquility and peace.

"Because it's far away from us. There are many things and many people that look more beautiful when they are farther away."

It's a double entendre. If Shen Cong can't even hear the hidden meaning in this sentence, then he has been working in vain.

"The moon in the sky looks better when it's farther away. If it's too close, there will be tsunamis and earthquakes. The people around me look better when they're closer. Otherwise, you won't be able to see my eight-pack abs."

Ding Jiaying almost choked: "Shameless, who wants your eight-pack abs?"

"Really? You've touched it." Shen Cong suddenly became frivolous. Fortunately, this was a partitioned private room and there were no other guests around.

Ding Jiaying rolled her eyes at him: "Hmph, it doesn't feel very good."

"Then touch it again tonight."

Seeing that he was about to reach out to grab her hand, Ding Jiaying took a fork in her hand and said, "Don't come over here. If you come over again, I will call the police."

"Go ahead and report it. We are husband and wife anyway..."

President Shen, who is always serious and resolute, is actually so childish in private, and things are getting worse. Ding Jiaying simply cannot bear to watch this.

Are the person who almost talked about Zen Buddhism to him on the sofa just now and the person who is now shamelessly teasing him really the same person?

Is this person suffering from schizophrenia or multiple personalities? Should we send him to the hospital for a checkup?

Ding Jiaying threatened him viciously: "If you disturb my meal like this again, I will..."

"How is it?" Shen Cong smiled disapprovingly.

Ding Jiaying thought for a long time and finally said, "I won't call you baby anymore."