The president is committing suicide

When you are undecided, just forget it and go to bed first.

Ding Jiaying stood under the shower. The hot water accelerated her blood circulation and allowed her brain to think more.

Xiao Mimi is right, moving is useless.

He's already right in front of me, but I still can't figure out what he wants to do.

Now he needs to calm down and think about what he wants.

If he wanted those property shares or something, she would ask a lawyer to draft the documents and transfer them directly to him tomorrow.

The problem is not big.

Early the next morning, the doorbell rang.

Ding Jiaying thought the coffee for the elevator had arrived, so she opened the door and unexpectedly saw Shen Cong standing at the door.

He wasn't dressed for work but for hiking.

"If you want those properties back, that's easy. I'll make an appointment with a lawyer when I get to work, and we'll sign the contract as soon as possible." Ding Jiaying directly told them the plan she had thought about all night yesterday.

It originally belonged to him, so I just kept it for a while.

Shen Cong's face was cold, as if he was suppressing his emotions.

After a short silence he said stiffly, "I didn't mean that. I was just bringing you some breakfast."

The painting style was too abstract, and Ding Jiaying was unable to comprehend it with her limited comprehension ability.

I carried an insulated lunch box, closed the door and put it on the dining table, still looking confused.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Mimi had just got up. She heard the doorbell ring for a long time but no one opened the door to get the coffee. She turned around and saw this guy sitting in a daze at the dining table.

"What did you order for breakfast?"

Ding Jiaying took a step back: "Shen Cong brought over the breakfast he made himself."

Xiao Mimi paused as she opened the lid and took a step back: "Could it be poisoned?"

The two looked at each other and reached a consensus, and decided not to eat.

Each of them drank a cup of coffee and hurried out to work.

After so many years of no contact, how did Shen Cong feel that their relationship had not changed much and that she was willing to eat the food he cooked?

Ding Jiaying has lost this kind of confidence.

While working all day, Ding Jiaying felt as if she was being stared at by a pair of eyes.

In the company, even though she was in the office and Mulan didn't come to disturb her, she was always uneasy.

It was still early after the meeting, and the sunshine at three o'clock in the afternoon was very tempting, so Ding Jiaying wanted to go out for some fresh air.

"Mulan, I'm going to go out for a while now. Call me if you need anything."

"Ok."

Mulan is now efficient and has made a lot of progress. When something happens, she will estimate the urgency of the situation in advance and look for alternative solutions first. She will only come to Ding Jiaying if all else fails.

Ding Jiaying sighed that time is a magical thing and it carves out a new person without anyone noticing.

The sunshine was too bright, so Ding Jiaying sat down on an outdoor chair in a cafe under the willow trees by the lake.

Feeling the wind and looking at the rippling waves on the lake, everything is new, and the vitality makes the air especially sweet.

If Ji Ping hadn't appeared, Ding Jiaying could have had a perfect afternoon.

"Miss Ji, what a coincidence."

Ji Ping didn't care about Ding Jiaying's sarcasm and said softly, "Miss Ding, I came here specially to see you."

Ding Jiaying turned her eyes slightly and saw the little girl from a few years ago, who had grown taller. "You brought Ah Heng to see me? What's the matter?"

Shen Cong loves Shen Heng, and Ding Jiaying knows it.

He was even very polite to Ji Ping because of Shen Heng.

Even if they divorced, Shen Cong transferred all the property under his name to Ding Jiaying, and also arranged a retreat for Shen Heng and his son in advance.

Even if Mr. Shen is bedridden for a long time and no longer appears in public, the lives of mother and son should not be affected.

Therefore, Ding Jiaying couldn't figure out why they came to see her.

Although they had not been together for a long time, the child was still cute and innocent, and Ji Ping had never given her any trouble. Ding Jiaying looked at Shen Heng's innocent and happy eyes and did not say no.

Shen Heng was very well-behaved. He knew that his mother and Ding Jiaying had something to discuss, so he ate a piece of cake in the cafe and secretly watched them through the window from time to time.

Without any reservations, the two of them got straight to the point in their conversation.

"I'm getting married."

After a brief moment of surprise, Ding Jiaying understood: "Congratulations."

Ji Ping is young, well-educated, sensible, able to judge the situation and endure what ordinary people cannot, so it is understandable that she remarried.

But Ding Jiaying had never heard of the death of Shen Cong’s father. Had that stubborn old man really passed away?

Ji Ping saw Ding Jiaying's doubts and said in a low voice: "Shen Heng's father has been dead for more than a year."

Ding Jiaying thought of her father. Even though she had many dissatisfactions and even though their past days were not particularly harmonious, her heart was still filled with sadness when she heard that he might die.

She didn't understand what the conflict was between Shen Cong and her father, and whether she would be sad at some point in time.

The passing of life is a heavy topic, and Ding Jiaying cannot express any resentment here.

"My condolences." These two words are Ding Jiaying's greatest restraint.

"Thank you. Although there is not much sadness." Ji Ping's words were beyond Ding Jiaying's expectations.

Ji Ping shrugged: "Whether you look down on me or don't understand me, I am telling the truth. His death is a good thing for each of us. This is the best gift he can give us in the end."

Ding Jiaying suddenly felt like she didn't know her.

The spring breeze blew through Ji Ping's hair, and her eyes were as lively as the lake water: "I am resurrected. After being dead for so many years, I can finally be myself. There was no other way, I was too poor before."

Ji Ping looked at Ding Jiaying's puzzled expression as if she were a child.

"Sometimes I hate people as simple as you. You haven't experienced any real dangers, and you are so internally conflicted and awkward. Even though we are about the same age, I am aging much faster than you."

Is this a compliment or a criticism? Ding Jiaying doesn't like it.

Being rich is not Ding Jiaying's fault, but poverty has brought more suffering to Ji Ping.

The precocious Ji Ping knew that studying hard to change her destiny would only increase the chips she had exchanged.

Those scheming, those groveling, those humiliating lives that have wiped out one's pride will become nightmares that remind one at all times.

"It's no use telling you this. What's past is past." Ji Ping returned to the topic, "What I want to talk about is related to Shen Cong."

If Ding Jiaying didn't want to listen, she would get up and leave when she saw Ji Ping.

"I know that if you don't tell me what you are saying now, you will find a chance to tell me later. It just so happens that I am free now and very bored, so I can listen to it."

"Shen Cong asked me to leave Shen Heng behind and fly away. He will protect him like he protected himself when he was a child. Just like he has done all these years."

Ding Jiaying understood and nodded: "So, Shen Cong is really a good person. Should I say that?"