The president is committing suicide

Xiao Mimi moved to a new place to be closer to Ding Jiaying.

In return, she often comes to pick up Ding Jiaying to go to work together.

"Is Mr. Shen from your family unhappy again?"

"No."

Xiao Mimi glanced at the unfriendly face in the rearview mirror and felt a little sorry.

It's a turbulent time recently, so I guess you won't mind if I lend you my dear a favor to ward off some romantic troubles.

I will also keep a close eye on her and protect her from any unnecessary troubles.

For example, the Qiao Shen in front of him, or Guo Yuan to be more precise, is a truly sinister existence.

"Mr. Guo, you have come here in person specially. In fact, there is no need to be so diligent." Xiao Mimi smiled with her lips but not her eyes. If someone is too attentive for no reason, he is either a traitor or a thief.

"Mr. Xiao is so humorous. It was you who told me that if you want to be a boss, you have to be able to sleep on the floor. Now you still complain that I'm too hardworking? That's really strange." Qiao Shen knew that this passionate and unrestrained woman just cared about her friends very much and regarded him as a monster.

"So I won't be able to see Mr. Ding today?" Qiao Shen winked at Director Xin An beside him, "Then can you help her take back the ring that the master customized for her that I brought to her?"

"What ring?"

"It's made of Hetian jade. After the event that day, they had a great chat, and the master took the time to make it for her." Qiao Shen showed it to Xiao Ruyi.

Couple rings. Very good.

Dog abuse again.

"I'll give it to her." Xiao Ruyi took the exquisite wooden jewelry box from Qiao Shen's hand and said, "Let's talk business. I believe that Teacher Xin An's time is also very precious."

"Of course. Ms. Ding is not here today, so please ask Ms. Xiao to convey our greetings to her." Xin An seemed very polite.

Xiao Mimi was not so polite when she saw Ding Jiaying in the evening.

"Here you go." With a graceful arc, the box fell into Ding Jiaying's hands.

"What is it? Is that what you want to repay me?"

"No, Qiao Shen said it was given to you by a jade carving master."

Ding Jiaying was overjoyed: "Uncle Daping? Didn't you say it wouldn't be that fast?"

After opening the box, two sparkling rings appeared in front of him. Although they were different from the ones on Qiao Shen's hand that day, they were also very beautiful.

"You went out to an event and got yourself a pair of rings. That's awesome."

"Why are you jealous? Come with me to visit Uncle Daping later and I'll place an order for you."

"Okay. You said it, I won't refuse." Xiao Mimi leaned over to take a closer look and couldn't help but admire, "The details are really good. I seem to have seen it somewhere."

"The master's craftsmanship has been exhibited at auctions, so it's not surprising that you have seen it." Ding Jiaying happily put it on her hand. It was a little big for her middle finger, but just right for her index finger.

As usual, Shen Cong returned home late at night, and it was Ding Jiaying's turn to sit on the sofa waiting for him to come back.

Although their positions were swapped, it seemed that their moods did not exchange. Ding Jiaying did not feel the sadness that Shen Cong did at that time.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Shen Cong's body was damp from the cold rain outside, and Ding Jiaying felt a chill on the tip of her nose.

"Is it raining outside?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you hold an umbrella?"

Shen Cong looked unnatural for a moment: "It's okay, I didn't think it was snowing too hard, so I just walked for a while."

Ding Jiaying's mind was completely focused on the box in her hand: "I saw someone wearing this pair of rings before and they looked great, so I asked someone to make one for you. See if it fits you."

A smile suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Made specially for me? Let me see."

Ding Jiaying liked his reaction.

She proudly asked him to stretch out his hand, and he obeyed obediently.

The jade color was smooth to the eyes, and the size of the ring was just right, fitting so snugly on his finger.

He seemed shocked.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Ding Jiaying broke the silence: "My guess of your finger size now seems to be just right. Am I amazing?"

It has been a long time since Ding Jiaying acted so coquettishly and proudly in front of him.

Shen Cong was somewhat moved and held the man in his arms: "Have you forgiven me?"

This question choked Ding Jiaying, and she forgave him.

Forgive him for what? Forgive him for loving me stubbornly? Forgive him for choosing me even though he knew the truth?

Forgive him for hiding all these unhappy things just to protect himself from getting hurt?

Forgive him for not giving up when he was obsessed with giving up and destroying everything?

Just like Xiao Mimi said, what on earth did he do wrong?

From the perspective of the world, this is such great love and loyalty. I am just the fool who doesn't know how to appreciate what I have.

Ding Jiaying didn't know what to forgive him for or what to forgive herself for. Only when she slowly calmed down did she realize that she really loved him. Even if she could no longer see the future, she was willing to give him and herself a little sweetness.

"You've given me so many gifts, it's no big deal if I give you one."

This reason doesn't seem to be a big reason.

But Ding Jiaying said so, and Shen Cong didn't want to refute: "Then why give gifts? Is today a special day?"

"Today is not a special day. It is just an ordinary day for us to be together." Ding Jiaying leaned her head on his shoulder. "Isn't an ordinary day worth remembering? All life is interesting only when these ordinary days are connected together."

Shen Cong seemed to be holding the whole world in his arms. He wanted to nod to everything she said: "Yes, you are right."

Ding Jiaying laughed and looked up into his eyes: "Why does it sound a bit perfunctory?"

Shen Cong lowered his head and their eyes met: "No, I'm always serious."

He has always been very serious about Ding Jiaying's affairs, just like the ring in his hand.

They slept in each other's arms at night. Shen Cong quietly got up in the middle of the night listening to her steady breathing.

"Luo Yan, find out who made this pair of rings for me. Ah Ying went to see a jade carving master named Zhang Daping, but this pair of rings was made for him by a friend of his."

He chose to send a message instead of calling.

Luo Yan replied immediately: "Received, will do it immediately."

This time even Shen Cong was a little confused: "Don't you need to sleep?"

The message was just for the sake of knowing that he would see the reply when he woke up four hours later tomorrow, otherwise he would have called long ago.

Luo Yan's fingers gradually clenched into fists on the keyboard. "Why aren't you sleeping? Don't you have any idea as a president?"

"I just woke up. I'll go to sleep after drinking some water."

Shen Cong looked at the message from the PC in silence for a moment, then typed out a rare caring look: "Turn off the computer and deal with things tomorrow."

Is this the tenderness from a domineering president?

Luo Yan turned off the computer as instructed, and replied on his phone: "OK."

Shen Cong turned off his phone and fell into darkness and silence again.

What's going on with the ring?