The president is committing suicide

What next step? She had no next step.

But Ding Jiaying didn't have the chance to explain. She was interrupted by a kiss before she could even start to say the word "I".

"I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear your plan to leave me."

The childish lines from idol dramas sounded so out of place on Shen Cong, but Ding Jiaying's heart trembled when she heard them.

When do I plan to leave this person?

If there really is such a plan, would I have so many expectations and so much suffering?

Sadly, there is no way I would allow myself to have such a plan.

"Shen Cong, I'm confused..."

Ding Jiaying helplessly allowed the kiss to happen, and tried to express her feelings in the dark and deserted corner.

"I don't know what to do or what to say."

"Take your time to talk." Shen Cong panted like an unwilling beast, suppressing the emptiness in his heart.

Ding Jiaying felt that she must be an unreasonable lunatic and an anxious and neurotic patient.

She couldn't stand the imperfection that seemed to suddenly jump out and block her way as if happiness was right in front of her.

She felt that she was infertile or that he was hiding some secret, and it was like a chasm between them.

She lacked the courage to convince herself that she had the ability, courage and perseverance to go and rush over holding his hand.

"I'm afraid I really am what I said that day."

Shen Cong lowered his voice to hide his anger: "Is that why you left without saying a word?"

"What do you mean by just this? Isn't this important to you?" Ding Jiaying wants to have a child with Shen Cong. Doesn't he think so too?

So this matter is not important to him?

Ding Jiaying looked up with fear in her eyes, fear that happiness was just an illusion.

This is fatal.

Shen Cong was startled by her confused and inquiring eyes, and knew that he had said the wrong thing: "Important. Very important."

He leaned his head on Ding Jiaying's shoulder: "But the most important thing is to be with you. It's because of you that I can have all of this, right?... Isn't it more important for the two of us to be together..."

Towards the end it sounded just like Shen Cong muttering to himself.

"You know I can't get pregnant, right?"

She asked slowly and seriously, trying to keep each word clear and not trembling.

It was clearly daytime, with just the right amount of sunlight, but the air around them felt so cool.

"is that true?"

Shen Cong still didn't answer, but Ding Jiaying already had the answer in her heart.

"So... it's true, right?"

Shen Cong remained silent.

Ding Jiaying gently hugged Shen Cong, then slowly and firmly pushed him away: "It doesn't matter. Even if you don't tell me, I can still check it today."

"Aying! Isn't it good to have only us? We are enough!" He held her tighter like a madman.

"Why does there have to be someone else?"

fraud!

Ding Jiaying's heart was very tired, as if the wind had been blown away, but her eyes were filled with heavy rain.

He knew, but he didn't tell her.

He watched her waiting, struggling, and deceiving herself like a fool.

fraud!

He knew clearly that he had no hope of having a child, but he insisted that as long as they were together, it would be fine.

However, how can we stay together when the future is clearly not what we imagined?

Ding Jiaying doesn't like her plans being ruined because the panic of having no control over the future will spread to every stitch of her life.

fraud!

"I don't like children, I just love you."

His words sounded like futile consolation.

At this moment, he was in love with himself and was in high spirits. Perhaps he was in love with his own infatuation at the moment, so what he said and did was less thought-provoking.

Someday or some time in the future, he will definitely regret it.

Wouldn't it be even more embarrassing if the couple looked at each other with gnashing teeth and resentment?

What's more, the father clearly said that shortly before the car accident, they were planning to have a child.

Where is there no expectation?

He made up lies that he himself didn't even believe in order to comfort her.

Shen Cong lost his patience in the face of Ding Jiaying's silence and crying.

He pinched her chin, and what he saw was a face that made him feel heartbroken.

He wanted to ask harshly but couldn't bring himself to do it: "Do you think I would be one of those people who will abandon you after having sex with you?"

Ding Jiaying shook her head.

Shen Cong stared into her eyes: "I am Shen Cong, your husband. I will never divorce you and I will never change my mind! You can't leave me! I won't allow it!"

Ding Jiaying was overwhelmed by sadness and cried out with her eyes closed: "It's me, it's me, I'm afraid I will regret it! I will give up on you! I'm afraid..."

I'm afraid I'll leave you on my own.

Ding Jiaying leaned on his chest and cried uncontrollably.

"Come back with me!" Shen Cong pulled her towards the car that had arrived at the alley entrance at some point in time.

"Don't you understand? I have no confidence in myself at all." Ding Jiaying's voice distorted.

Shen Cong ignored him: "I do. If I don't allow you, you can't leave."

Ding Jiaying was weak and couldn't struggle, so Shen Cong carried her into the car without saying a word.

She was so tired from crying that she fell asleep in Shen Cong's arms as the car was driving at high speed into the heavy rain.

The shaking car did not drive towards the airport, but went straight towards home.

When Ding Jiaying woke up, the green mountains on both sides and the river were already hundreds of kilometers away.

After the rain, the fog was hazy and everything halfway up the mountain was white.

The food in the small restaurant is very tempting, including Tujia chicken, Changyang baby potatoes, and river fish.

Ding Jiaying was very hungry. She had a headache and felt dizzy.

Before she took her first bite of food, she thought it was because of the disillusionment of love that had just occurred.

Shen Cong and Ding Jiaying didn't say anything and just ate.

After eating, the two stood at the door and watched the white mist rolling and crashing between the two mountains.

"My luggage is still in the hotel."

The first thing Ding Jiaying said was about luggage.

Shen Cong said that everything had been arranged, called Xiao Mimi, and bought a plane ticket for her, so she didn't have to worry.

Ding Jiaying said "oh" and turned her head to look.

She didn't ask why Shen Cong wanted to drive back. It would take a long time to drive more than a thousand kilometers, as it would take three hours for a plane to get there.

As the wind blew up from the valley, it ruffled her skirt.

She was so light that she seemed to be flying.

Shen Cong felt a little scared and pulled her sleeve.

"What?"

Shen Cong said: "It's okay, your clothes were wet by the wind."

Ding Jiaying said: "Then let's go back. There is no wind in the car."

Shen Cong also felt that this was a very strange journey.

They kept silent about that incident.

They stopped to eat and drink, got in the car to kiss and even did more intimate things.

They walked hand in hand in different riverside cities, watching the sunset and the ducklings.

The days seemed to pass slowly, yet also seemed to be long. They ate hot pot, oranges, crayfish, and finally roast duck...

He bought a lot of things and talked a lot with Ding Jiaying.

Got home.

She locked herself in the house and stopped going downstairs.