The president is committing suicide

While out looking at houses, Ding Jiaying received a text message on her mobile phone from a familiar but unfamiliar number.

I bought you ginger tea and cold medicine, keep them ready.

There was still no signature, but Ding Jiaying knew it very well.

"Who sent the message? He looks pretty happy. Qiao Shen?"

“There is no one who doesn’t know the advertising message.”

Xiao Mimi didn't expose her.

According to her intuition, this person was pursuing Ding Jiaying and she had a good impression of him.

No matter who it is, as long as it is not Shen Cong, Xiao Mimi thinks it is not a problem.

"It's not a bad thing to have more contact with young boys. You've seen good ones before. But let me tell you one thing. We've seen bad ones too. We must not make the same mistake again."

Ding Jiaying glanced at her: "You're so long-winded, like an old woman."

"Anyway, it's a trap that you must not fall into twice. Bai Yueguang is already scary enough, and the suspected Bai Yueguang who died is simply hell-level scary. This cannot happen."

Xiao Mimi spoke over and over again in a serious tone, and Ding Jiaying nodded frequently and obediently without saying a word.

As soon as the agent who showed the house left, she quickly found an excuse to slip away.

"There's still one house I haven't seen yet."

"I really have something urgent to do here. I'll leave first. You just keep an eye on it for me."

"Why are you more anxious than me now?"

"When things are urgent, they are slow. When things are urgent, they are slow. Only by adapting to the situation can we avoid defeat."

"What and what?"

Well, I'd better take care of the living quarters for the young lady. I was born to be a maid.

Xiao Mimi picked up the phone and called Shangguan, unable to worry alone.

Ding Jiaying just wanted to calm herself down.

Think about it carefully, just like what you have thought about over the years under the starry sky on the prairie, in the mountains, and in deserted corners.

She wanted to regard her past as a life experience that had already passed away, so that she could live the future with a brand new attitude.

However, Shen Cong seemed to understand this better than her, and everything in the past seemed to have no effect on him.

Shen Cong walked straight up to her, without any trace of the past, and dared to reach out and participate in her future life.

His courage is commendable, but Ding Jiaying feels that she does not have the courage to really forget the past and start over without fear of the future, even if it is just to start over as an acquaintance, a neighbor, and a friend.

So, what should I do?

Should I cry and make a scene at the top of my lungs, mourning the past? Or should I just accept it?

Whether you don't manage or ignore it, it means that you have not really let go of the past about this person, and you still face the future with worry and fear.

Xiao Mimi wished she could kick the person opposite her away.

Ding Jiaying also thinks this should be done.

Her sister's call came at the right time, leaving her no time to think about anything else.

On the plane to the islands, what flashed before Ding Jiaying's eyes was not her father's blurry face, but the image of him and her mother snuggling together.

Perhaps she had already seen the outcome clearly, for as this day approached, she held her sister's hand, her mind clearer than she had imagined.

"We have received all the things you have sent us over the years. It's good to know that you are with those kids in school. Your father is very happy too."

Time has been kind to my mother; the white hair on her temples only adds to her charm.

She calmly and contentedly recounted every moment she and her father spent together.

"After so many years, only the past few years on the island are worth remembering again and again."

Ding Jiaying and her sister listened quietly, sitting under the eaves of the seaside house with their mother, watching the waves gradually take on the color of the sunset and finally sink into darkness, with only distant sounds to be heard.

The sky was full of stars that had not been seen for a long time. Ding Jiaying and her sister couldn't sleep and walked under the starry sky.

"Mother mentioned today how Shen Cong took care of us, the Ding family. I'm not asking you to think too much about it. We will think of a way to repay him later. Let's put things in perspective."

Ding Jiaying nodded: "I know."

"Are you happy today?"

"Sister, are you happy today?"

"Mother said we should be happy today. When father passed away, he had no pain and no worries. We are all fine."

"Sister, I'm asking about your feelings."

Ding Yumin paused for a moment and said, "I... I think it's half and half. I'm happy that my father finally doesn't have to suffer from the pain of illness, and he spent the last happy time with my mother. But the other half, I'm very sad because I don't have a father anymore."

When she said the last part, she almost choked up, faced the sea and threw the stones in her hand.

I don't have a father anymore.

Ding Jiaying couldn't hold back any longer and hugged her sister and started crying.

Tears seem to never stop flowing, flowing into the darkness that swallows the ocean, and falling into the unknown past to become memories.

There is someone in this world who naturally shares the same feelings as you and who you can naturally rely on.

The bond of blood makes Ding Jiaying feel that this kind of emotion is independent of many emotions in the world, and she is willing to pay any price.

"I supported you when you got divorced. If you plan to remarry recently, I still support you. But I hope this matter can be taken seriously. I don't want you to get hurt again."

Ding Jiaying has become accustomed to her mother's indifference, and it is like a sudden vacation, and she begins to relax.

Faced with Ding Yumin's sudden question, Ding Jiaying had not yet thought of an answer.

"what happened?"

She plays dumb.

"Even though you didn't want me to know and didn't want me to worry, you are my sister. I knew something was wrong just by looking at the way you sent messages. You were so guilty that you didn't even dare to send me a voice message. The look on your face now makes me more certain of my guess."

guess?

"You lied to me?"

"A soldier never tires of deceit."

Ding Jiaying touched her face. How could she have leaked so much information?

No wonder he poses no threat in front of Shen Cong.

"To be honest, I don't hate Shen Cong. What he has given to the Ding family and to you is unimaginable to ordinary people. But because of you, I won't stand on his side."

"Sister." Ding Jiaying was very touched. This is sisterhood.

"Every cause has its effect, and every gain has its price. This world is fair, and no one gets anything for free. If someone gives you a lot of wealth and then approaches you, what he wants from you may not be simple."

The isolated island drifting in the Pacific Ocean has a tropical atmosphere, but it makes Ding Jiaying extremely sober.

She was thankful that there was still one person in the world who shared her grief, and that this was the only person she was close to without any interests at stake.

If one can forgive oneself for the past and embrace each other as if the pain of the past had never happened, then there must be a more unspeakable conspiracy.

She nodded submissively to reassure her sister: "I understand. I will be careful myself."

The greatest perseverance an entrepreneur like my father would make for love is to marry her and then endure my grandfather's blame and criticism with a humble attitude.

The mother also has a difficult choice between proving her own responsibility and that of her family.

It seemed like a free life, but the best part was the last few years he spent with his father on a deserted island.

Did Shen Cong give up such a huge family fortune and his entire wealth just to pay the price for his past mistakes?

There is an obvious imbalance between what he gives and what he gets. Is Shen Cong really stupid?