The president is committing suicide

My father was discharged from the hospital and Ding Group’s stock price plummeted.

All kinds of gossip and rumors are spreading like wildfire, and it feels like a storm is about to come and dark clouds are looming.

The news footage on the phone showed my sister standing next to my father looking so lonely, while on the other side my second uncle and aunt were holding a press conference with big smiles on their faces.

If nothing had happened, we wouldn't have known that so many feudal remnants would have resurfaced, shamelessly clamoring on the Internet that the Ding family would be in danger of losing its daughter's succession.

Some fake pedants who have learned from somewhere for a few days have started to tell fortunes and horoscopes for people. They say in all seriousness that according to the horoscopes, the president's younger brother is the best successor and that there is also a tradition in ancient times where the younger brother would take over after the elder brother dies.

Your sister's brother died and her younger brother took over. Who died? Who wants to take over?

The unscrupulous media cursed people to death as if they were watching a grand feast and waiting for the show to begin.

Ding Jiaying told Xiao Mimi that she would not go to the company and waited for her parents and sister to come back home.

This feeling is amazing. Among those unforgettable memories, there are many moments when I was waiting in this empty big house for one of them to come home.

At that time, the shadows' voices were often more intimate than their own.

I eat alone, go to school alone, do homework alone, and prepare for exams alone. When I am sick, only the housekeeper is by my side.

So every time her sister came back, she would pester her sister almost unreasonably.

My father would be angry at himself for being ignorant, and often felt that he owed something, so he was much more generous with money.

Mom always wanted to mediate and balance the relationship between us.

They spend too little time together, and the tacit understanding between the three of them unconsciously makes them become a bystander.

When I grew up a little more, my sister went out to study and work, the family business became bigger, my father became a president, and my mother followed in his footsteps, so the house became even more empty.

It has been such a long time since the family of four stayed at home, so long that Ding Jiaying was still holding a doll in her arms.

The car arrived. The villa suddenly seemed to be crowded.

The housekeeper had been with my father for more than 20 years. Seeing him holding back tears, he quickly directed the servants to move my father to the wheelchair.

"Old Huang, I'm back."

The two men didn't look like regular customers, but rather like old friends.

Ding Jiaying stepped forward and stood beside him. He stretched out his hand and gently shook it, smiling and saying, "Comrade Xiaoying has done a good job recently."

The elder sister saw the tears in Ding Jiaying's eyes and pulled her sleeves: "Of course you did a good job. You cried less."

Ding Jiaying suddenly broke down and laughed. She was about to cry, but after hearing her praise, should she cry or not?

Although I was smiling, I couldn't help but let my tears flow.

She knew what her sister meant. Her father didn't want everyone to cry and wanted everyone to be happy.

After sitting down, my father raised his glass, looked around and asked, "Where's Shen Cong?"

"I didn't ask him to pick you up from the hospital as you instructed, but he will come to pick me up at ten o'clock in the evening."

"Okay. Now we are a family of four, let's have a good meal together."

My father's request is very strange. If a normal person thinks about it a little more, he will feel that he does not treat his son-in-law as his own family.

At the dinner table, my father behaved very differently than usual. He even dropped the serious mask he had worn for so many years and told light-hearted jokes.

This was something Ding Jiaying had never seen before.

My sister said that my father often teased her like this at the dinner table when she was little.

Ding Jiaying was very envious because the dining table was often empty when she was a child.

When I was in junior high school, I cried for no apparent reason because I saw a sentence in a magazine that said that loving someone means eating many meals with him and saying many meaningless words to him.

Today's dining table is truly the best.

They were chatting and laughing peacefully, talking about past funny things and making little jokes to each other.

Ding Jiaying felt at ease just by looking at him, and just occasionally curling up the corners of her mouth to agree was enough to make her happy.

She thought she no longer had any expectations, and that she would no longer be moved by this so-called home.

It turns out that it is not. The desire engraved in my bones will not change.

Because the cook was dismissed, my mother went to the kitchen to peel fruits and warm Chinese medicine after dinner, and my sister also went to help.

Father and Ding Jiaying sat face to face.

Without her sister around, she felt inexplicably reserved.

"You did a great job, Uncle Cheng told me. Not only did you look for him, you also looked for Xie San, and actually got that old stubborn man who disliked me to stand on our side. Not bad."

Her father was praising her.

The blood in Ding Jiaying's body suddenly began to boil, out of control of her brain.

"I can only do so much for my sister."

I even felt ashamed and powerless because of my limited abilities.

"There are many things to do at home, so you and Shen Cong should try not to get involved. We didn't worry much about you when you were little, and marriage..." He paused here, "We didn't think enough about marriage."

Ding Jiaying never thought that one day he would be able to say these things, belated care and affirmation.

The dark clouds that were controlled by her grandfather's anger and indifference in the mansion, the past that her father had silently told her to let it go, and the resentment that was stagnant and pressed in a corner seemed to have loosened a little.

"Since you are living a good life despite all the twists and turns, just keep living like this. As long as you feel happy."

He did not admit his mistake. He had been in a superior position for too long or his father's dignity prevented him from admitting his mistake.

Ding Jiaying burst into tears without realizing it.

She was not doing well, and she knew it.

At this time, she should learn from the heroines in books and the neglected daughters in the exciting novels, who once gain power, become sarcastic and dissatisfied and vent all their resentment.

But she couldn't do it.

When she thought of her father, who had struggled all his life in an unloved family and had never been loved by his father even at the top of his career, and said in front of her that she had been inconsiderate before, her tears burst out like a dam.

When the father was about to reach the end of his life, he still saw the old house and his second uncle looking forward to his death.

What he saw was his own father fighting side by side with that spoiled and foolish youngest son, demanding that he hand over everything he had worked so hard for his entire life.

They said that girls did not have the ability or determination to inherit the family business and expand the territory, and they were bullying their own daughters.

He finally admitted that the Ding family was a mess and told Ding Jiaying not only not to help the Ding family but to start staying away from them.

Does this count as his love for herself?

As she cried, a large dry hand stroked the hair of the person on her lap.

The father who never gave up and was soft-hearted said: "My greatest achievement in life is to have a happy family. Your sister is dedicated to her career and I support her. It is my wish that you live a peaceful, happy and healthy life."

"I'm old. Don't feel sad for me. I've had everything. I have no regrets."