The president is committing suicide

Yes, Ding Jiaying knows that this is lame.

I didn't say anything, I didn't dare to reveal my true feelings, I didn't dare to discuss things with him, I was so timid that I huddled up in a ball.

There are many words stuck in my throat, trapped in my chest, and accumulated into a shoal.

Xiao Mimi quickly noticed that something was wrong with Ding Jiaying, but she just covered her face.

"Why are you hiding this from me? What else can you do now? Is there something wrong with Shen Cong again?"

"..."

"Please speak."

"..."

"If you don't say anything, I'll go to their company and ask them myself."

"Don't go." Ding Jiaying raised her face, her eyes red.

"Why? You don't want me to beat him up?"

"No. Why didn't you just make a phone call? Why did you go there? Are you trying to scare me?" Ding Jiaying pretended to be relaxed.

Xiao Mimi didn't understand her, but she felt sorry for her. She held her face and looked at it carefully: "You didn't cry, what's wrong with your eyes?"

"Nothing. I stayed up late looking at my phone last night."

Xiao Mimi didn't believe it at all: "How can Shen Cong allow you to look at your phone all night when he sleeps next to you?"

Ding Jiaying didn't say anything.

"You two actually sleep in separate rooms?" She would only watch all night when Shen Cong was not by her side.

Is this a bit of a big deal?

Xiao Mimi quickly took the phone and held it in front of her to unlock the face, then lowered her head to check: "You said you were looking at your phone, not watching TV series or reading gossip, so the content is a bit difficult to say? Let me see it myself."

After seeing the browsing history and viewing history, Xiao Mimi didn't know what to say.

There are a lot of keywords: divorce, car accident, infertility, and female.

What's going on? Did I discover some incredible secret?

"Divorce? Shen Cong will never bring up divorce. He will never let you go. You?"

Xiao Mimi organized her words and said again: "You were in a car accident, he is infertile, and now you want a divorce. Look up online how the woman writes a divorce agreement? You searched all night?"

"I didn't check. The system automatically pushed me videos of lawyers who were handling divorce cases. Those videos were all about how to protect yourself, which was actually a bit boring."

"You know you're bored or you just brush them one after another?" Xiao Mimi's face was a little serious, "Tell me the truth, what happened? Shen Cong left you alone to think about it."

Ding Jiaying couldn't hide her secrets from Xiao Mimi. She often shared her sadness with her and only with her.

"What you said are just your own guesses. There's nothing to worry about. As for whether you are infertile, can't you just go to a hospital for a check-up? You are just imagining things here." Xiao Mimi poured her a glass of water. "Everything you said can be easily verified and solved. There is no need to waste your energy on this."

Ding Jiaying lowered her head.

"You use your intelligence on other things and other people, but when it comes to yourself, you become confused and muddled." Xiao Mimi shook her head, "Wouldn't it be better to use your calmness and rationality on yourself?"

"I know, I'm just scared." Ding Jiaying was afraid of many things, so scared that she couldn't fall asleep.

Xiao Mimi slammed the table and said, "Don't think about it. Just listen to me. I'll take you on a business trip tomorrow."

"On business trip?"

"Originally I went there alone, and I went there and back on the same day. My aunt is the vice president of the hospital there."

Xiao Mimi understood the key words, and Ding Jiaying agreed immediately.

The water lilies in the office have escaped the summer outside and are still blooming.

It goes to get off work early every day, facing the sun, and closes at 4:30 in the afternoon.

It was time to get off work again. Ding Jiaying's fingers jumped between videos on her phone, watching the sun, which had not yet set, hanging listlessly in the sky.

A message suddenly popped up on my phone: "I'll be home late tonight."

After yesterday's unpleasantness, he reluctantly agreed to sleep in the next room to let her calm down.

I went home late today because I thought she would feel uncomfortable seeing me.

Why did such a gentle Shen Cong make Ding Jiaying want to cry?

Hypocritical.

After packing up her things in the evening, Xiao Mimi told her to go to bed early and she would drive to pick her up early the next morning.

Ding Jiaying obediently went to bed, turned off the lights, lay on the bed, closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing, trying to calm the distracting thoughts floating in her mind like flying catkins.

In the darkness, trying to distract myself, my ears and senses seemed to be sharper.

The sound of wind blowing, the sound of leaves falling, the sound of cat's paws stepping on dead branches, these very small sounds outside the soundproof glass seem to be right next to my ears.

He opened his eyes and sighed.

Ding Jiaying didn't know whether she was really so perceptive or whether the thoughts in her mind that refused to leave were just an illusion.

Before going to bed, she pulled the blackout curtains so that not a single ray of light from outside could come in.

She heard a sound at the door, like footsteps stopping in front of it.

Shen Cong?

She held her breath and heard the sound of the doorknob turning, maybe the sound of mechanical gears or some kind of metal rubbing against each other and rotating?

She wasn't sure, not even sure if there was really someone standing outside the door.

But she was very nervous, so nervous that her fingers involuntarily gripped the quilt.

My mind kept turning, and I saw what Shen Cong was going to say. What would he say?

All the strength seemed to be drained from her body, and she was unable to leave the bed and walk behind the door.

What are you doing behind the door? Should you close or open the door?

Standing face to face, talking about things you haven't figured out yet?

She can't.

What would he do? Would he hold himself close, as he had done so many nights before?

It seemed like a century, and the door seemed to open a crack, as if someone was about to walk in.

The fresh air that sneaked in was not an illusion. As soon as Ding Jiaying smelled it, she closed her eyes again.

She didn't know what to do, so she just waited for him to move.

Soon, she heard footsteps.

He just stepped back to the door and it was gently closed.

With a click, it locked again.

Ding Jiaying smelled the faint breeze that was flowing and stopped. She opened her eyes and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

After a sleepless night, at five o'clock, Ding Jiaying took some simple clothes and asked the driver to take her to the downstairs of Xiao Mimi's house.

"Are you kidding me? I'm just going on a business trip, not doing hard labor. You don't have to be here so early."

Ding Jiaying just shook the breakfast in her hand: "Black coffee, sandwich, breakfast."

"Okay, okay, come in, come in."

"I have rebooked the ticket. You have ten minutes now. The driver is waiting downstairs."

"I'm not wearing any makeup!"

"There's still enough time to put on makeup when you get down to the ground."

"It's too much."

"The refund money will go into your personal coffers, and I'll reimburse you for the airfare."

"It's not about money."

"I am in a bad mood."

"Okay, I'll be quick. Five minutes."