The president is committing suicide

Shen Cong was used to looking down at the crowd, and even a simple shirt and trousers had an oppressive temperament that could not be ignored.

His deep eyebrows and eyes make his delicate white skin and soft lips look less frivolous. Normally, he is a gentleman, polite and distant. But once something angers him, his eyes become cold and sharp, making people feel like they are falling into an icy abyss.

The kneeling young man had no good spots on his face, and his swollen eyelids were covered in red and green. His lips were trembling, his teeth were leaking, and he couldn't even stop drooling. His eyes were evasive, and tears escaped from the corners of his eyes.

Shen Cong said slowly: "Didn't you hear my question just now?"

The kneeling man sobbed like a useless scabby dog, which made people even more impatient.

Shen Cong's expression showed no annoyance at all. He asked patiently and gently, "Let me ask you again. You guys did this, didn't you? Whose orders are you following?"

The kneeling man wanted to crawl forward on his knees, but two people twisted his arms on the left and right and held him down, making him unable to move.

Shen Cong smiled, and the smile at the corners of his lips was like the chill that climbed up from the soles of his feet in deep winter.

"I don't like it when a person repeatedly refuses to answer my questions."

He lowered his eyes and looked at the person who was lying on the ground, his face was slightly deformed due to being pressed on the ground. His eyes were like a sharp blade, moving between the bones, as if he was dissecting a corpse.

The chill seeped into every bone in the body from the floor. The person being pressed to the ground seemed to see the end of his life. If he said it, he was half dead. If he didn't say it, he might die in a corner where no one knew how.

The person in front of him was not the rich young man like the Shancai boy shown in the information, but clearly a thunderbolt evil ghost.

"me……"

His lips and teeth trembled as he uttered a few incoherent words.

Shen Cong's voice was like a death vulture hovering over his head, warning him: "If you want to say it, think about it before you speak. I don't have time to give you another chance."

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you." He was pulled to his knees again, his face pale as ashes. He didn't even care about his trembling breath and confessed everything he had done.

Shen Cong listened with his eyes closed, his lips pursed and his heart sinking again and again.

This downward spiral continued until I was sitting in the ward and having a face-to-face fight with my father.

Shen Lihong was as unkind as ever and started by saying that the most important thing for a daughter-in-law of the Shen family was to keep a low profile and put the overall situation first.

Ding Jiaying was about to ask who this old antique was who was speaking nonsense in front of her, when Shen Cong's voice appeared in time: "Mr. Shen is still as familiar as always. It seems that there are no new words, except that his breathing is not as even as before."

"You brat, what did you say?"

Ignoring Shen Lihong's serious and old-fashioned majesty, Shen Cong leisurely sat down next to Ding Jiaying, took her hand and calmed her down.

Ding Jiaying had no experience in dealing with such matters. As far as she could remember, this was the first time she had met Shen Cong's parents. Although she was very dissatisfied, she still obediently handed the matter over to Shen Cong.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't nervous. She even forgot to pull her hand back.

It is better to let a man deal with his father himself. After all, there is no overnight hatred between father and son.

Ding Jiaying didn't expect that the two men in front of her had more than just an overnight grudge, but a decades-long feud that could never be healed.

Shen Lihong has always been very dissatisfied with the woman that Shen Cong chose.

Shen Cong is not a traditional good son, and has his own opinions and attitudes on many things. But he has always been moving along the normal development track, and he always pursues perfection in everything he does, which makes Shen Lihong nod with a straight face.

So, even though his attitude was not very good, Shen Lihong still approved of it in his heart.

He comforted himself that no matter how unhappy his son was, he was still the son of the Shen family after all.

Both academic and career are going well, and the only major event left is marriage, which must be perfect.

But Shen Cong just went against him on this matter.

Shen Lihong made no secret of his dissatisfaction with Ding Jiaying, and Shen Cong also expressed his indifference without restraint. It seemed that this was the family tradition of the Shen family.

"I'm not going to tell you about the embarrassing things that have been on the news. Now let's talk about our family affairs. I was originally looking forward to you two, and it's okay to live like this. Now I can't expect a grandchild in the short term, but since you two have already expressed your opinions, remember to seize the time and do it as soon as possible."

Ding Jiaying understood. She and Shen Cong actually made such a promise in front of the Shen family's parents?

Suddenly, a surge of hot blood rushed to my head.

Although this guy held my hand, kissed me on the cheek, and had some other physical contact with me in the hospital, I swear it was all one-sided and I was not willing to do so.

What grandson? It's so embarrassing!

Ding Jiaying felt that her face was about to be steamed. If she put an egg on it, it would probably be cooked in just a few minutes.

That damn nice male voice sounded above his head: "We have the final say on this matter. What's the use of Mr. Shen's anxiety? But if you must say something related to the inheritance of the Shen family, there is another way."

Shen Lihong was furious when he saw Shen Cong protecting his wife like a loser: "What can we do? What can we do?"

"Don't belittle yourself on this issue. I actually don't mind having a younger brother or sister."

Suddenly the atmosphere at the scene froze. Shen Lihong was panting and his face flushed red. He didn't say a word for a long time.

Ding Jiaying's eyes widened. Although it is now recommended to have a second child, many people have a third child. I have never seen an adult son encouraging his old father to work harder in this regard.

Compared to the astonishment of the other two, Shen Cong seemed extremely comfortable. There was even a hint of childish mischief on his handsome face.

Ding Jiaying felt that she must be blind, or there was something wrong with her brain, as she could have made such a condescending judgment towards such a person.

You say others are childish, but now you are the one who is childish and powerless.

Before Shen Lihong could react, Shen Cong pulled him out very considerately and firmly: "You should go back and discuss these private matters with her first. As the younger generation, we can't say much, we can only firmly support her."

Ding Jiaying was stunned. They didn't look like father and son, but more like a pair of resentful brothers.

Shen Lihong finally came to his senses when he got outside the door and glared at him: "Don't think that your jokes and joking around are over."

Shen Cong had already let go of her hand and lowered his eyes: "Don't think that I will follow your wishes just because I am talking nicely now. I said that our schedule is based on Jiaying. It was the same before and it is the same now."

"You little bastard!" These were probably the harshest words Shen Lihong had ever said.

He was so disappointed: "You want me to tie the future of the Shen family to this woman? Let her have the final say?"

Shen Cong raised his eyes and looked at Shen Lihong firmly: "I am willing. Why not?"