The president is committing suicide

What broke the young master's heart was that he didn't have a small phone watch.

He cried so hard, as if he had lost the whole world: "It's all Mommy's fault. She said there was no need to use a smartwatch when someone was following me every day... Now everyone has one... Even you asked me..."

It seems like I said something wrong.

Ding Jiaying felt a little sorry, but also thought it was a little funny.

The facial features and expressions on the little face are actually quite similar to Shen Cong.

Is he really Shen Cong’s younger brother?

Judging from the conversation between Shen Cong and his father in the hospital that day, the relationship between the two should not be very good, or at least they did not get along well.

Shen Cong probably doesn't have a good attitude towards the family's nominal stepmother. Why does it seem like this little girl and Shen Cong have a very good relationship?

"Don't cry, he will really be here soon."

The child's eyes were filled with tears and he curled his lips: "How long is soon? The last time I said soon... it was already... last time..."

Although he didn't explain it clearly, Ding Jiaying understood it. Shen Cong probably hadn't visited this little guy for a long time.

The little guy seemed to get sadder the more he thought about it, and he cried even harder.

Ding Jiaying wanted to comfort her but didn't know where to start. The housekeeper who was standing there just now had disappeared and she had no one to turn to for help.

What kind of big family is this? Don’t they care about their children?

"Don't cry, don't cry. Aren't elementary school students supposed to be strong?"

"I'm not old enough to go to primary school... I just look grown up... wuwuwuwu..."

Guessing the wrong age for a girl can get you in trouble, and the same goes for guessing the wrong age for a child.

Seeing the little boy's tears flowing like a faucet that couldn't be turned off, Ding Jiaying really had no idea what to do.

Her ears couldn't bear it, her head was buzzing, she took out her phone: "Look, look here, I'm calling Shen Cong, calling, listen now... it's almost connected..."

“No, this is not it, that’s not his name…” Although the little guy couldn’t read, he recognized the shape of his own name, Shen, and his brother’s name, Cong.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll be there soon..." Ding Jiaying almost broke out in sweat, hoping that Shen Cong would answer the phone quickly.

Finally, the person on the other end answered the phone and heard the car door close: "What's wrong? What happened?"

His voice was filled with anxiety. Ding Jiaying didn't know how to explain it to him. The child's eyes lit up and he stopped crying immediately: "Brother, brother, are you almost home? Are you coming to see me?"

"You are with Aying, what happened to her?" Shen Cong was a little flustered when he didn't hear Ding Jiaying's voice.

Ding Jiaying quickly spoke up: "I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just that this guy insisted on calling to confirm that you were here."

"Yes, yes, they didn't call me." The kid complained immediately.

Shen Cong breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't mess around, I'll be there soon. Don't call me while you're driving."

"Yes." The child who was so excited just now immediately wilted like an eggplant hit by frost and said obediently.

Ding Jiaying heard the sound of a passing vehicle: "Where are you?"

"I just parked on the side of the road. I'm already at Dushu. I'll be at your place in 20 minutes."

He must have been panicked just now, thinking that something must have happened because someone called him in such a short time.

Ding Jiaying said, "Drive slowly, there are many cars on this road."

"I know, don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, Ding Jiaying looked at the little man who was sitting upright with a serious expression and tears on his face. He was completely different from the unreasonable man just now.

Shen Cong didn't say anything? Why was it like a spell was cast?

Ding Jiaying looked at the vase on the ground and wanted to find someone to clean it up. She looked around but still couldn't see the housekeeper. The housekeeping was still very lacking. The young master was here, so why didn't anyone come to follow him?

What if I get hurt?

"Don't worry, this vase is not expensive. I broke it three times a month. The housekeeper went to the warehouse to get the vase, and someone will come to clean it up soon." The little brother saw her worry and said with a smile.

Ding Jiaying almost suspected that the crying and rude child she just saw was an illusion. Was the ability to change into another person an ancestral skill of this family?

"That vase is not expensive. I have two boxes of the same ones at home. My aim is very good now."

As he said this, the guy actually seemed a little proud.

"Nonsense!" A pleasant rebuke, neither light nor heavy.

The child came over warmly, calling his mommy in a sticky and coquettish way: "I'm not making trouble, I'm good..."

The woman's face was as warm and radiant as the bright moon, her black hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, simple and generous. She wore a pine green cheongsam with a loose style that made her look like there was wind in it.

Although she is young, she has a calm demeanor and a temperament that is beyond ordinary people.

Ding Jiaying couldn't help but admire Shen's father's aesthetic taste. Such a beauty is much more charming than those colorful girls in the entertainment industry today.

The wealthy are arrogant, the scholarly families are aloof, but Ji Ping is neither.

Her family is an ordinary civil servant family, and her grandparents still farm in the countryside. After going to university, she is well-educated and knows how difficult life is. Her horizons have broadened, and when she chats with people, she can talk about everything under the sun, including literature, history, and finance.

Having outstanding looks but not taking being an actor seriously, not being servile and fawning, and being a sweet talker seemingly unintentionally can win things that many people will never get in their lifetime.

She is an expert.

Ding Jiaying's intuition told her that this woman's methods and intelligence were far beyond her reach.

Standing opposite her, she didn't know what to call her, after all, she didn't know how they got along before.

In a rush of excitement, she called out, "Miss Ji."

"Sister, you should call me auntie..." Children's minds work quickly.

Ji Ping didn't mind at all: "It doesn't matter, my last name is Ji. In terms of age, there's not much difference between us."

Ding Jiaying felt even more embarrassed when she heard this. She was five years older than Shen Cong, and only two or three years younger than Ji Ping.

"Will Shen Cong be here soon?" Ji Ping held the kid who was making trouble just now as if he were holding a docile cat.

Ding Jiaying nodded: "Yes."

"Then I'll ask the housekeeper to prepare dinner. In the meantime, Miss Ding, please come with me to the garden for a stroll. It's boring to sit here."

Ji Ping invited Ding Jiaying out, which was exactly what she wanted.

It should be noted that boredom is a great punishment for human beings.

Sure enough, the housekeeper came back soon and replaced the vase and the flower arrangement. She cleaned so skillfully that she had no choice but to believe that the little brat was not lying.

Ji Ping asked the housekeeper to take the young master away and watched him go back to do his homework.

Ding Jiaying walked with Ji Ping, listening to her soft voice introducing the combination of flowers, stones, bamboos and trees in the garden, and occasionally telling some allusions. Ding Jiaying also felt quite familiar.

Unconsciously, the two seemed to become familiar with each other.

"Don't be shy. No one here can do anything to you, and no one can do anything to Shen Cong. If there is anything you don't like, just think of it as the noisy chirping of cicadas in autumn."

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