The president is committing suicide

The lights in the room were still on, and a figure on the window was pacing back and forth.

Shen Cong stood in the garden and looked at it, sighing helplessly.

"Didn't the lady say she was coming down to eat something?"

Butler Zhang replied respectfully, "Not yet. However, the food has been prepared according to your instructions. If Madam wants to eat something else, the kitchen is always at your service."

Shen Cong shook his hand: "Let them all go off work."

Now Ah Ying doesn't like to trouble others. If she doesn't want to owe someone anything, he won't make her feel embarrassed.

What he said might make her feel embarrassed. After all, she was just too impatient.

Ding Jiaying felt that maybe she shouldn't show her trust and relaxation to Shen Cong too early. When they talked, they could naturally bring the topic to that place.

The relationship that had seemed to have eased and become more natural suddenly seemed to become stiff again.

Staying in the room all the time is not a solution. I have to face it eventually. Even if it's not today, it will be tomorrow, or at worst the day after tomorrow.

She stood at the window, sighing into the night, her hungry stomach growling as well.

Suddenly she saw a figure standing in the garden.

The moment their eyes met, she was sure that the person standing downstairs was Shen Cong.

The weather forecast says that the temperature tonight could drop to -4 degrees Celsius. Even though it's not late yet, it's still very cold standing outside.

How long had he been standing there?

She didn't want anyone to get hurt because of her, and she didn't want Shen Cong to get depressed and hurt himself because of her. This would make her uneasy.

While hesitating whether to go down and talk to him, Shen Cong left the small garden.

She heard no footsteps coming up the stairs, nor the sound of the door opening.

After waiting for a while, she heard the sound of a vehicle engine.

Is he going out to avoid me in order to avoid embarrassment?

Ding Jiaying opened the door and heard no sound. She stuck her head out and looked around. It was safe.

Walking down the stairs, there was no sound inside or outside the yard or the villa.

"Butler Zhang, Butler Zhang." Shen Cong had told her before that no one in the family would rashly appear in front of her unless she summoned them.

But Butler Zhang's appearance was too short.

It seemed as if Ding Jiaying was just a blink of an eye, and Butler Zhang appeared silently from somewhere.

"Scared me."

Butler Zhang leaned forward and greeted, "I'm sorry to scare you, Madam. I forgot you're not used to it. May I ask what you need?"

Butler Zhang has been in this family for a long time, and has been with Ding Jiaying for a long time, but I just don't remember it, and I can't blame him. Moreover, he is fast and respectful, and looks very professional and reliable.

"Nothing. I just want to ask you if Shen Cong has gone out?"

It was the first time that Ding Jiaying called Mr. Shen by his full name in front of Butler Zhang. He tried his best not to show any abnormality on his face and replied, "Yes, ma'am. Mr. Shen has some urgent matters to deal with at the company. He said it might take a day or two for him to come back. Ma'am, if you need anything during this time, you can tell me."

So, Shen Cong was hurt by his own words and had to use work to heal his wounds?

"The gentleman said you haven't had dinner yet. There's some food still heating up in the kitchen. Would you like to eat something now? Or have a midnight snack later?"

"Then let's have dinner now. If the master doesn't come back, there's no need to prepare supper. It's not that troublesome." Ding Jiaying followed the butler Zhang's lead and used the word master.

The communication with Butler Zhang was very efficient and the food was on the table in a short while.

Without Shen Cong by my side, I always felt like something was missing when I ate alone facing the delicious food on the table.

"Butler Zhang, tell the kitchen to cook simpler dishes in the future. When I'm alone, one meat dish and one vegetable dish are enough. I don't really like soup, so I don't have to drink it on weekdays. If the master is here, make more according to his preferences."

"Yes, ma'am."

Ding Jiaying originally wanted to correct Zhang's address, hoping that he would not call her Madam. But now she and Shen Cong still have a marriage certificate, and they are legally a couple, and the two families have not said there is any problem. There is nothing wrong with him calling her that. The only person with the problem is herself.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but thinking too much consumes energy. After taking the medicine at night, she fell asleep quickly.

When I opened my eyes, the clouds were deep and the night was long, and the reflection of the flowing water was winding on the wall.

Ding Jiaying turned her head to look. It was raining outside. The damp and cold air made people feel a little strange being isolated outside.

Why did you wake up at this time?

Suddenly, a memory that did not belong to me flashed before my eyes.

It was also at such a late night, rainy and cold moment, that I was swaying on someone's shoulders. Then I was thrown hard into the bed.

A tall man of about 1.8 meters tall loomed over from above.

There was no smell of perfume on him, but there was a comfortable scent and warm body temperature that penetrated into Ding Jiaying's nostrils.

The hand on my shoulder was holding so tightly, and I was trapped in his arms.

The kiss fell heavily, biting her lips like a punishment and robbing her of her breath.

The hand tightly wrapped around her waist pulled her towards him, squeezing the pitifully small space between them.

There was no sign of fear on Ding Jiaying's face. Instead, she held her head high and walked towards me with a smile, just as I expected.

He didn't drink any alcohol but seemed to be intoxicated by something, causing Ding Jiaying to sink into it as well.

She thought she would be the passive one, but she saw herself holding Shen Cong down and moving his hands around. The two of them were fighting for dominance, as if they were having a great fight.

At the end of the war, both men's sanity was a scorched earth.

The sweetness of the breathing made Ding Jiaying open her eyes wide and she wished she could close her ears and plug her nose.

This is not true.

Is this actually true?

The previous time could be said to be a dream, but now I am very awake.

She got up from the bed in a panic, feeling very thirsty and hot, and quickly opened the floor-to-ceiling window and went to the balcony.

The fine raindrops flying over brought with them a chill, finally bringing a little pause to the surging heat waves in my mind.

Ding Jiaying was in pain at the time. Her hands were hurt by his grip and her sobs were cut off by his kiss. Her resistance and struggle seemed painful, but the joy in her heart could not be deceived.

Feeling what she felt, Ding Jiaying was not happy at the moment.

Those hands held Ding Jiaying's face, he said Ah Ying, his head gently rubbed against her face, his hoarse voice was so lingering. The burning, the crazy, the unreserved and spared no effort to release each other, were all to let each other know the certainty of his love.

And what does this have to do with me?

Ding Jiaying felt annoyed.

I feel like a bystander, a voyeur, and now even a thief in a relationship.