The president is committing suicide

Ding Jiaying was caught five kilometers away from the villa.

She sat weakly on the ground with her head tilted up. Shen Cong was like a cumulonimbus cloud, almost inky black.

He picked her up and carried her to the room.

"If you don't eat, you won't be able to get far even if you run away."

Ding Jiaying didn't want to waste any more words with him. His hold on her heart was as determined as his determination to leave her.

Who wins or loses is just a gamble of physical strength and patience.

A lot of what he said could be just bullshit, but this one thing is true: if you don't eat, you won't have the energy to deal with him.

But what if I eat something? Or will I be kept under house arrest here?

Wait until she slowly becomes a real caged bird?

She didn't say anything, and Shen Cong's shaky rationality was holding on to the only thin line: "I love you. After so many years, it's impossible for you not to feel it at all. I believe you feel it too."

"I didn't mean to trap you for life. You threatened me by not coming back."

"It was your sister who said that I would never see you again in my life."

"Everyone told me I should stay away from you."

"For my sake or yours, the whole world is trying to break us up."

"I do not like."

"You know what I don't like."

……

Ding Jiaying was surrounded tightly and didn't want to respond a single word.

Cheating is cheating, whether it was myself or Shen Cong.

A bad fate is a bad fate, and it is destined to have a bad ending from the beginning.

She lost her heart, and Shen Cong had to learn to accept her failure.

After all, false pretenses should not be able to win true love.

Ding Jiaying could never accept who she was as a substitute, nor could she imagine herself standing in the position of the original kind, innocent and flawless girl.

"We should give each other some decency."

When she said this, Ding Jiaying's eyes were no longer filled with tears. In the crazy eyes of Shen Cong, she looked like a ghost, neither human nor ghost.

She was weak but tried hard to make every word clear.

"There's another group that needs you, and my sister is no pushover. We'll have someone leave this room soon."

Shen Cong knew what she said, but how could he let go?

God never taught him how to let go.

"If you must leave my body behind, there is nothing I can do. It's up to you."

Ding Jiaying accepted her fate.

She stopped struggling and yelling, and the hope in her eyes was extinguished, like the desperate deer that was vaguely seen on the day when the mountain was blocked by snow.

Its feet were caught, and it lay on the snow with its neck stretched out docilely, gradually losing the light in its eyes.

Until finally, it was buried by another heavy snow.

Shen Cong dragged himself downstairs woodenly, with the images of Ding Jiaying and the deer constantly appearing in his mind.

He lay on his back on the sofa.

After a long time, he spoke with difficulty: "Butler, bring her a bowl of hot porridge."

"But, Madam won't eat it."

"You give this to her, and she will."

When she identified the key to the gate lock in the dim light, she climbed up with difficulty.

That was the new lock that Shen Cong had put on when he brought her back.

In order to make her give up, he threw away the key in front of her.

"Don't worry, ma'am. This is the key to the downstairs door."

The old butler was not lying, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

The husband is a miserable man, and so is the wife. Why did their love end up in this situation?

"He let me go?" Ding Jiaying couldn't believe it.

impossible.

Why did he suddenly give up? There must be a conspiracy.

Is he really afraid of dying?

impossible.

The old housekeeper wiped the tears from his eyes and said, "The master said that if the lady can walk out of this room by herself, she can just walk out."

Go out?

"Madam, your health is the capital of revolution. Please take care of yourself. If you have any unpleasantness, we can talk about it later."

Rubbing the patterns on the key with her fingers, Ding Jiaying couldn't guess what Shen Cong was trying to do.

The moment before, she wished she could die here, so that she could be Mrs. Shen for the rest of her life.

At this moment, I just want to walk out of here in good health.

The two decisions are so different that they seem like decisions that only a person with split personality could have made.

"Where is he now?"

"The gentleman is downstairs. He said he would wait and see how the lady would get out on her own."

Sure enough, a pervert would not miss such a good scene.

It’s a pity that Ding Jiaying has no better choice.

In a place where all signals were blocked, Ding Jiaying couldn't even find anything to send out a distress signal. She failed to call for help in the physical sense or to light the kitchen on fire.

Although it is unclear why Shen Cong did this, going back on his words is not his style.

He said he would go downstairs and leave by himself, so she would definitely be able to leave, at least away from the front door.

The longer time passes, the greater the changes.

Ding Jiaying picked up the warm porridge and started eating.

The butler didn't know whether to be relieved or sad.

Finally, it was no longer a life-and-death fight, but it turned out that they were preparing to let go.

Because Ding Jiaying has been resisting eating for some time, she now has some difficulty swallowing and will vomit if she eats too much.

The housekeeper felt distressed.

But with ambition and hope, and the hope of leaving, Ding Jiaying held the key and forced herself to swallow it. She held back her tears and told herself that since she would rather die than become Mrs. Shen, she couldn't really die here.

The days passed quickly and Ding Jiaying soon regained her spirits.

She walked down the stairs holding the key and rushed to the door.

She didn't see anyone along the way.

The housekeeper, the cook, the cleaner, and even Shen Cong.

The man who said he wanted to see him unlock the door and walk out was not in the hall or in any corner of the house.

Shen Cong was sitting in front of the computer, facing the monitor, and watched Ding Jiaying, who was still very weak and limp, unlock the door and escape.

The only consolation is that at least she didn't turn around and leave without any regrets.

Ding Jiaying looked at the surveillance camera and Shen Cong looked at her.

This minute of staring at each other across reality did not bring them any closer.

He understood what Ding Jiaying said when she moved her lips.

"Go to hell, bastard!"

asshole?

What a jerk indeed.

Ding Jiaying walked for a long time before she stopped a car.

Although she walked very slowly, she did not dare to stop for a moment, for fear that the other party would change his mind.

"Aying! I finally found you."

The driver's voice sounded familiar yet unbelievable.

Ding Jiaying tilted her head slightly and made out his facial features in the shadow of the sun.

"Chen Mi?"

The driver seemed to exclaim, and Ding Jiaying fell into the reassuring darkness.

She didn't say where she was going, but she didn't have to worry about returning to Shen Cong.

Even if she didn't give an address, he could get her to safety.

It was very dark, with strong winds, heavy rain and rumbling thunder.

Shen Cong stood by the river and lit a cigarette, the umbrella in his hand almost useless.

He was soaked and in a terrible mood.

The taxi driver had seen this kind of person before, so he called the police without hesitation.