The president is committing suicide

The man lying on the hospital bed had two things that made him proud in his life. One was that he inherited his family business and developed the Shen Group, and the other was that he had a son who brought honor to the family.

But overnight, both things disappeared.

Shen Cong said that he had given away all his property, and just now, he whispered in his ear that he never planned to return to the Shen family.

He has been a playboy all his life but considers himself a good man. He is ambitious and not involved in sex industries or gambling. So how come he cannot win the heart of his son?

He didn't understand. His father was like that, his grandfather was like that, so why couldn't he be like that?

His chest was heaving violently and his fingers were trembling and he couldn't lift them. Even his eyes were unconsciously filled with tears. He posed no threat to anyone.

Shen Cong gently pressed back his head as he tried to raise it with a finger.

"Does it feel worse? Don't worry, I won't call a doctor. A man should be able to endure the pain. This is nothing."

"Yes, medicine is very advanced nowadays, and your little problem is still easy to cure. However, I am a little hesitant about the treatment plan, so maybe it would be better to think about it again."

The person on the bed struggled even harder.

Shen Cong was very understanding: "Of course, you won't die. Don't worry, there shouldn't be any problem living to 80 years old. We have arranged your medical expenses and nursing expenses as well. Live in peace."

He didn't understand why Shen Cong did this.

"Yes, I also think this is too easy. God still favors you. My punch seems to be only hitting cotton. It's a pity. If you have a better temper, you should be able to see my tricks."

His eyes kept moving towards the door.

"What are you looking at? Waiting for Ah Cheng? You locked them up for so long, and now I'm letting them go. You probably won't be able to find them in this lifetime. As for her rubbish brother Yaozu, I'll let him come find you."

I am all alone. I am all alone.

This is probably what Shen Cong is like now.

He has no lover, no relatives, no armor and no weak points.

He lay on the carpet of the apartment, enjoying the tenderness of the brief waves brought by alcohol.

But the pain of losing Aying is still so clear.

That day he saw Chen Mi coming to pick her up, and she had that reassured look in her eyes that he had experienced a long time ago.

There are a lot of weeds growing in my heart, and it hurts to cut them.

He stood in his memories, wounded all over, drinking sip after sip in silence.

Liu Zhihu just told Ding Jiaying today that he had never met Shen Cong, and that he saw the drunk guy in his apartment at night.

After giving him an IV drip to keep him alive, Liu Zhihu kicked the man in frustration.

"A coward. A man who is capable of hurting others but can't deal with the aftermath and just runs away. Pah."

The air conditioning at home was not very effective, so Liu Zhihu added a blanket to his bed.

"I have a very hard life. I work so hard in the hospital, and when I come back I have to scare you half to death."

Their affairs had been making a lot of noise in the recent newspaper news, and then there were reports of a family inheritance dispute. He was a little worried that this guy was really dead.

I'm not worried about whether the hospital can continue to operate. After all, the new owner is a more kind one.

Ding Jiaying won't have as many troubles and messes as Shen Cong.

But when he calmed down, he was very worried about the future of the two.

Shen Cong's obsession with Ding Jiaying did not happen overnight nor was it entirely out of hatred. The proportion of love was definitely higher than he imagined.

However, he has transferred all his assets to Ding Jiaying. On the one hand, it is a kind of compensation, and on the other hand, he has become desperate and wants to let go, right?

Have the personalities of these two people reached a point where it’s a life-and-death struggle?

Liu Zhihu looked around. He didn't touch anything. He even brought the wine he was drunk with himself.

Torturing yourself to this extent without destroying the tables and chairs of others is by no means polite, but rather a psychological disorder.

The only one he could hurt was himself, and it had probably reached a point where even his soul couldn't bear it anymore.

Otherwise he wouldn't need to anesthetize himself.

Pitiful.

He cleaned up the house and prepared to go to bed when he found a document on the desk.

Divorce agreement signed by both parties.

He went to remove the needle for Shen Cong, then turned back to look at the divorce agreement in front of him that the woman asked for nothing, and fell into deep thought.

They don't want anything, but you give them everything.

And you still say that you two are not true love?

How did it come to this?

What he couldn't figure out, Shen Cong couldn't figure out either.

"Maybe you're right. She can't live a safe and false life as I thought, without minding deception."

Doctor Liu said that he didn't seem to have said those words, and they were all made up by you, President Shen.

"You can't go back in time like in the game and pretend that those things never happened. She's not happy."

Shen Cong nodded: "Yes, she is not happy. She always wants to escape."

As the sun set, she and Qiao Shen were chatting on the playground, with simple smiles and bright looks.

Shen Cong wondered if she had not met him at that time, would she have had a simple and pure love.

Even if you might fail in the end, the damage won't be that great.

He didn't want to watch it anymore. He didn't want to see the scene of Aying dying again.

Every time, it feels like I'm dying along with him.

But why are all these injuries and dangers related to me?

The red bloodshot in Shen Cong's eyes exaggerated his madness: "I have tried to ignore it, not to explain, not to get close, so as to avoid deepening the misunderstanding and causing more harm..."

"I tried. I was so upset that I wanted to kill myself and anyone who came near her."

Doctor Liu sensed the violent emotions surging in his heart. The calmer he appeared on the surface, the more terrifying the changes in his heart were.

He knew that over the years, the only people who made him feel safe, happy and loved were his sister and Ding Jiaying.

But now there are two people, one can’t be found, and the other can’t be found.

"She used to tell me how much she loved me. I didn't believe it at first, but later I got used to it. After the car accident, I was afraid of losing her. I couldn't let her out of my sight for a moment. I tried my best to be nice to her. I said I loved her and I said it twice as much. I wanted her to remember how much she loved me."

Shen Cong talked to himself.

"I have low self-esteem and I am arrogant. I feel that if she knew a little bit of the truth and had a little bit of judgment, she would leave me without hesitation. Because if it were me, I would do the same. I think I can lie to her forever."

"To cover up the fact that she had realized I was unworthy of love and wanted to leave before the car accident."

"I am really mean, right?"

Doctor Liu couldn't nod or shake his head: "Have you told him about your current love?"

Shen Cong chuckled: "She will just think I'm frivolous. Forget it."