The president is committing suicide

The daughter of a wealthy family, whose ancestral position is the president of a group, even if she doesn't inherit the position, she can still make a living by being a manager or starting her own small company. Why do you want to be a self-media expert?

Now when I see these high-definition dark histories, I feel very upset.

“I remember I studied publishing…”

Ding Yumin pursed her lips: "Do you remember now? But your main interest after graduation was to pursue that Shen Cong."

Ding Jiaying was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She pointed at herself and then pointed outside: "Me... him... me and him?"

Ding Yumin put away his mobile phone, stretched out his right hand, counted with his fingers, and muttered to himself.

"Sister, are you still practicing Taoism? Are you too stressed out at work?" Ding Jiaying looked at the ward and her feet to make sure that she was the one who was injured and also the one who hit her head.

"Go away, you still have a good mouth." Ding Yumin put away her fingers and sat upright, looking more like a fortune-teller who was not doing her job.

Ding Jiaying curled her lips, lowered her eyebrows and said in a submissive manner: "I will listen to your instructions."

"You hadn't seen this guy the year you graduated, so it's normal that you don't remember him." Ding Yumin said mysteriously.

"So you've seen it before?"

"Yeah. I was already working in the company during your senior year. Didn't I complain to you about something?"

"What's the matter? Why is it that makes you complain?" Ding Jiaying was very interested. After all, her sister was emotionally stable and there were very few things that would make her complain.

"Tsk." Ding Yumin missed those days a little. "You had the same expression back then."

"One of Lao Ding's business partners brought his child to a meeting, saying that he was in high school and asked me to teach him English to pass the time."

When she thought of that scene, Ding Jiaying almost laughed out loud. Her sister had a bad temper when she first taught her to read, and she said bitterly that she must have been a murderer in her previous life and was punished to teach in this life.

What’s more, I have to teach a boy I don’t know.

"That kid was so stupid that you went berserk?"

Ding Yumin shook her head: "NONONO, too naive. Do you think everyone is like you? That boy is too smart and arrogant. He almost has the word "disdain for me" carved on his forehead. If it weren't for his good looks, I would have thrown him out long ago."

Ding Jiaying suppressed her laughter: "What's the problem? Is it because you were ignored and despised?"

"That boy is Shen Cong." Ding Yumin's words were a fatal blow.

"I was a senior in high school? How many years apart are we? He is one year younger than me?" Ding Jiaying felt that the man did not look younger than her.

Ding Jiaying has always liked older brothers since she was a child and has never thought about marrying a younger brother.

Ding Yumin stretched out a hand mercilessly.

Ding Jiaying didn't see her gesture the number for a long time, so she looked up at her and saw her nod sadly.

"Five years old? An old cow eats young grass!"

Simply unforgivable!

"Are you kidding? How could I like such a young child?"

When she mentioned the word "children", Ding Jiaying felt numb all over.

She was twenty-two and the boy was only seventeen.

He's only 22 now! Will he get married as soon as he reaches the legal marriage age?

Ding Yumin was very pleased to see her panic: "That's right, the rumor in the martial arts world was that our eldest lady was the first to pursue him."

Ding Jiaying blushed immediately: "It's a rumor! It must be a rumor! It's an absolute rumor!"

During her college years, there were many young boys who confessed their love to her, but she was completely uninterested when she saw their clear and stupid eyes. How could her personality change so drastically after returning to China?

Someone must have traveled through time and space in my body and changed the trajectory of my life.

"Sister, what's wrong with me these past few years? Have you forgotten a lot of things? Do you have a lot of non-existent skills?"

Ding Yumin put one hand on her forehead and the other on her forehead: "You don't have a fever, are you so shy that you say nonsense? You didn't travel through time, you just lost your memory. Don't be too dramatic."

Ding Jiaying really didn't have the face to look at the teasing look on her sister's face. The more she looked at her, the clearer it became that what this guy said was true.

She actually married a boy who was five years younger than her, and she couldn't wait.

"Was it my father who forced him, or was it his father who forced him? Family marriage?"

Ding Yumin sighed. It seemed a bit difficult for her sister to digest the news that she was getting married to a boy who was five years younger than her and she had never met before.

Now that she is back to the age of 22, it may not be a bad thing that Ding Jiaying will no longer fall in love with Shen Cong without hesitation.

"Neither. But you don't have to worry too much about it. If you can't remember it, then forget it."

Anyway, it wasn't very pleasant at the beginning.

Ding Yumin comforted Ding Jiaying: "Anyway, you will be discharged from the hospital soon. Then you can live with me. I have just bought a villa and I will live alone. Are you envious?"

"Not living with your parents? Great. Then come pick me up earlier."

"Uh-huh."

"Sister, I remembered something important." Ding Jiaying was so startled that she almost sat up.

"what?"

"Did I get my diploma?"

"Silly boy, of course I got it. Otherwise, why would you go to the graduation ceremony?"

"That's fine, that's fine."

"What's good about it? I can't find a job anyway." Ding Yumin closed the door and went out.

Ding Jiaying's eyes widened in disbelief: "How is that possible? There are so many masters in the online literature world, how can the publishing industry have no future?"

Lying in bed, Ding Jiaying had gradually digested the fact that she was marrying a little kid, and began to worry about her long-put-aside career.

Feelings are just fleeting, and there is nothing worth cherishing about men. Only career can make a new-age woman intoxicated.

What's more, there are still many of my favorite wives' works that have not yet been signed for publication. We are backed by a big tree and enjoy the shade, why don't we take advantage of our money to buy a wave of copyrights?

Tsk, my phone is not with me. I have to find a way to see if the articles I like have been sold or modified!

Shen Cong sent Ding Yumin downstairs and could see the gloating in her eyes.

"You don't have to be so obvious about your happiness."

Ding Yumin glanced at the tall figure and said, "Why should I listen to you? My sister has the final say on whether he is my brother-in-law or not, and who is my brother-in-law. If she doesn't want to acknowledge him, no one else can decide."

Shen Cong clenched his fists, his handsome face and dark eyes became darker: "She is just sick now, she will remember soon."

"Are you sure she'll still want to be with you when she remembers you?" Ding Yumin's face was grim. "Don't think I did nothing for a few hours after receiving the call."

Shen Cong's heart trembled, his throat tightened, and he raised his eyes with a threat: "I didn't."

Ding Yumin was unmoved: "I'm not telling her now, not to cover up for you. I just think it's better not to remember these unhappy things. You can take care of yourself."

The luxury car drove away and Shen Cong stood there for a long time without moving.

"President, it's raining, let's go in." Shen Lu followed him holding an umbrella.