The president is committing suicide

"The doctor told me that I can't just go back to my old lifestyle. I can eat a little more, but I still have to eat lighter food."

At lunch that day, Aying ordered a smoked salmon salad and asked if there was any chili sauce. Shen Cong then realized that the taste of 22-year-old Ding Jiaying was so different from that of the Aying he knew.

After coming back, he specially made spicy chicken and twice-cooked pork to make her happy.

But soon he received a warning from Liu Zhihu: "The taste should be lighter. The food is like this, and you should be more simple."

Ding Jiaying didn't know what Dr. Liu had told her, and she was a little disappointed that she couldn't eat spicy food. But she felt good to be able to eat fish and meat as much as she wanted.

She devoured the food in no time, while Shen Cong kept cooking meat for her, picking up vegetables for her, and pouring water and soup for her.

"Is it delicious?" He looked doting.

Ding Jiaying puffed up her cheeks and sighed, "This is the most enjoyable meal I've had in my four years at university. No, the second meal. The spicy chicken in the hospital was so delicious."

“Is the food at school bad?”

"It's not just that the school food is bad, it's that the whole country has no talent for cooking. How can they choose the worst way to cook a dish among so many ways? They simply have taste buds from another dimension."

Ding Jiaying was in high spirits when she complained, and Shen Cong enjoyed her relaxation in front of him at that moment.

Food is the most important thing for people. Such a big thing is more natural than anything else.

"We may not be as good as many other countries in many aspects, but there is definitely a wall between us and them in terms of our selection and understanding of ingredients. They are on the ground, and we are outside the atmosphere."

Her metaphor was so wonderful and exaggerated that Shen Cong's eyes were fixed on her and he couldn't look away.

"What do you say?"

Shen Cong, who was suddenly caught, was full of pampering: "You are right."

He made no secret of his intention to judge people by their side, and Ding Jiaying suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Did he really think so?

Shen Cong is extremely smart. Would he really be mesmerized by her beauty and become a love-brained man who rejected so many wealthy and famous ladies and insisted on marrying her?

She hesitated, not sure whether she doubted his intelligence or her own charm. One side seemed suspicious.

If Shen Cong was irresistibly obsessed with her, then what was it about her that had such a fatal attraction to Shen Cong?

Good looks? Courage to take risks?

Are there few women like this?

He also didn't believe that someone like Shen Cong would be attracted by such superficial things.

And if you really want to talk about love at first sight, it will never happen to me.

"You, you don't want to eat?"

Shen Cong stared at Ding Jiaying, making her involuntarily wonder if there was something inappropriate on her face.

He obediently stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth and said lovingly, "You cooked for me before, and I will cook for you from now on."

After the meal, Ding Jiaying felt like she was full of life and had a real feeling of living in this world. Otherwise, she would still be thinking about her flight tickets, check-out, luggage packing, and renting a house in China.

Xiao Mimi should know more about what happened after I came back than I do, so we should talk more about it in the future.

Just as I opened my phone to make an appointment with Xiao Mimi for the next meeting, I saw the big red envelope that my sister transferred to me.

She clicked without hesitation.

When I saw the message below, my heart was filled with mixed feelings.

"Old Ding was afraid that something might go wrong, so he actually flew over to check on my work. He was really amazing, flying in the middle of the night. He doesn't even know how to rest at his age."

It turned out that my father was keeping an eye on his successor in his business.

The palms and backs of your hands are all made of flesh. Who says you are the back of the hand?

"Aying?"

"fine."

Turning the screen over and covering it on the table, Ding Jiaying tried her best to pretend to be relaxed.

"My sister gave me a big red envelope, and I accepted it without hesitation."

Shen Cong noticed something was wrong with her at a glance, frowned and glanced at the phone in her hand.

"Since it's your kindness, of course I have to accept it. I also prepared a small gift for you when you leave the hospital. Do you want to see it?"

"Of course I want to see it? Are you asking me this because you don't want to give it to me?" Ding Jiaying was angry. What do you mean you want it or not? If you want to give it to me, just give it to me. That's mine. If you ask me whether I want it or not, do you plan to take it back at any time?

A small box was stuffed into Ding Jiaying's palm. It was made of dark green velvet and felt gentle to the touch.

"I want to see what rare and precious thing it is that you are still using this trick of playing hard to get."

When she opened it, she fell silent.

It is a rare item. A ten-carat Burmese pigeon blood ruby ​​with a fascinating velvety fluorescence.

"It's worth it." Ding Jiaying snorted, closed the box and stuffed it into Shen Cong's hand, "It's just being discharged from the hospital, there's no need to be so grand."

Shen Cong grabbed Ding Jiaying's hand and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? You know, in my heart, your being alive is the greatest gift God has given me."

"But I'm not her. I don't deserve you to treat me like this." Everyone has set requirements for being nice to someone. Although it's not stated, it's a convention. Otherwise, why do parents and teachers like the excellent one? If Shen Cong can like her, he definitely won't like himself.

You should not take things that are not yours, and you should not touch people who are not yours.

Shen Cong didn't care. He held her in his arms regardless of her struggles: "I don't know what's wrong with you now. I only know that it's you I like and love, and I want to give you the best things in the world."

Ding Jiaying lowered her head and trembled all over. Tears welled up in her sore eyes and blurred her vision.

Shen Cong was startled and grabbed her jaw to force her to look up. Ding Jiaying's soft hand gently covered the back of his hand as if begging: "No, please don't."

Ding Jiaying knew that she was not really worried about his love. She just confirmed in her heart once again that not all parents in the world treat their children equally, and it is very obvious whether they love or not.

It’s just that I was always hypnotizing myself. It’s just that my parents were too busy, and it’s just that my sister is older and in a critical period. But my sister’s critical period was before mine, and when it was my turn, they seemed relaxed and indifferent.

So even my sister was watching over my applications to foreign schools.

She used to think that everything was fine and having her sister’s love was enough.

But it turns out that I will never be content. The gap created by my parents' ruthlessness will only lead to the accumulation of disappointment and despair. They may have tried their best. It's not that they don't love me, but they can only love me so much.

And because of standing behind day after day, Ding Jiaying has become greedy.

Shen Cong held the crying Ding Jiaying motionlessly, her black hair trembling in his arms. He knew that she was in tears now.

She never cried in front of him before, but if there was something sad, she would often talk to Xiao Ruyi.

He used to feel very jealous of Xiao Ruyi's existence.