The president is committing suicide

I hid back in my room with my red face, and then I remembered how to scold him. When did my eyes learn to speak!

But what's the use?

The self in Ding Jiaying's mirror looked like a cloud dyed with peach blossoms, with spring water in her eyes and a smile on her lips.

Ding Jiaying secretly made up her mind that this was the last time and there would never be a next time!

However, for some things, making up your mind and following your heart are two different things.

This is not the last time, but the beginning of the next time. And there will be many next times.

"So, you're here to show off to me now?" Xiao Mimi looked at the worthless man opposite her and sipped the Italian coffee. "You've grown up."

Ding Jiaying felt very guilty: "Not really, just a little bit."

Xiao Mimi narrowed her eyes and said, "I told you you're fat, but you're still panting, right?"

Ding Jiaying quickly smiled and said, "How can that be possible?"

Xiao Mimi tapped Ding Jiaying with her slender fingers and gently scolded, "Little thief, come here quickly!"

"I remember you told me last time that Shen Cong's birthday was coming soon?" Ding Jiaying smiled embarrassedly.

"Sure enough, there is no good intention."

"Just tell me."

"But I don't know."

Xiao Mimi spread her hands and dispelled Ding Jiaying's hopes.

"It's not on the website, how come you didn't know? I should have told you."

"You told me. But he is your man, and the man who stole my woman. Why should I remember his birthday? Do I look like a despicable person?" Xiao Mimi narrowed her eyes, smiling.

Ding Jiaying had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​getting useful information from her: "Then do you know what birthday gift he would like?"

"You seem to have got it wrong. I'm your best friend, not your man's best friend. We can even be considered each other's enemies."

Ding Jiaying thought this way and it seemed to be right. Asking Xiao Mimi didn't seem to be the right decision.

"You know Shen Cong's birthday, right?"

Ding Jiaying sat in Dr. Liu's office, and the two looked into each other's eyes.

"Mrs. Shen should know that this is the privacy of our hospital patients. We cannot disclose it."

"I heard you two were friends."

"Where did you hear these rumors, ma'am? There is no friendship between us." Doctor Liu shook his head like a rattle.

"Then why did you give me a gold nugget to calm my nerves?"

"That is the benefit our hospital provides to VIP customers."

"Does anyone in our family often go to the hospital? We've become VIPs."

"That's not the case. It's just that President Shen holds a controlling stake in our hospital in his personal name."

"Since Dr. Liu wants to make our relationship so distant, then I will ask you this question in the name of the president's wife. What do you think?" Ding Jiaying was actually reluctant to speak in this capacity, always feeling that it was a bit unworthy of the title and that there was a suspicion of bullying.

Dr. Liu did not expect that Ding Jiaying, who seemed a little immature when she was discharged from the hospital, could now speak to him like this.

Make light of heavy tasks and talk and laugh with ease.

Would she be surprised if she saw the expression on her face now? That was exactly the expression Ding Jiaying had when she appeared in the hospital shortly before the car accident.

Deep down, she is a person who never minds waiting and taking detours to achieve her goals, and she has the tenacity to make firm choices.

Dr. Liu felt as if the 22-year-old Ding Jiaying and the 27-year-old Ding Jiaying were the same person, and was asking him questions in the same state. Has she recovered her memory?

But why did she ask about Shen Cong's birthday?

"Doctor Liu?"

"Ah." Liu Zhihu came to his senses immediately, "Mrs. Shen is joking. Hahaha."

"How to say?"

"Actually, since you asked this question, you must have your reasons. Especially since you asked me, there must be some inconvenience." Liu Zhihu pursed his lips and changed the subject. "However, I should still abide by the hospital regulations and a doctor's professional ethics and not disclose this information."

Ding Jiaying was not angry at his rejection. Instead, she sighed, stood up and prepared to leave.

"Mrs. Shen, you..." Liu Zhihu felt that he should not give up so quickly.

In response to his doubts, Ding Jiaying said, "I thought you were friends because I lost my memory. It seems I was wrong. I didn't give up and wanted to use my status to pressure you. I was wrong."

Liu Zhihu waved his hands: "Not really, not really."

"Actually, I just wanted to celebrate his birthday. I lost my memory and don't remember many things, but he was very good to me." Ding Jiaying looked at Liu Zhihu with sincere eyes, "I'm sorry, I made things difficult for you."

"Ahem." If Shen Cong knew that his sweetheart had been wronged in front of Liu, and he apologized, he would probably expose his own skin. His scalp tingled at the thought.

Liu Zhihu quickly wrote a few words on the paper and handed it to Ding Jiaying with both hands before sending her out.

"What is this?" Ding Jiaying was confused. There was only a name on it.

"This is the name of a cake shop. I just saw these two small words on the packaging of the cake you ordered for President Shen. You can call and ask."

So mysterious? It's like a spy meeting.

The stunned expression on Ding Jiaying's face prompted Dr. Liu to add one more sentence: "President Shen hardly celebrates his birthday. We have never seen him eat birthday cake."

If Liu Zhihu had not been a doctor, he would probably never have known when Shen Cong's birthday was.

Ding Jiaying checked online and found out that this is a rather mysterious cake shop, with only a line of introduction and a phone number on its website.

These days, cake shops are so busy advertising online that it's almost like if you don't know our cakes, it's not your ignorance, it's the negligence of our publicity department.

With so little publicity and seeming so afraid of people finding out, do they want to shut themselves down?

Why did I order such a low-key cake for Shen Cong?

The person on the other end of the phone was not a beautiful woman, but a man with a deep and mellow voice. Just by listening to his voice, one could imagine his extraordinary appearance.

Such terrifying strength as a voice actor. Isn't it a bit of a waste of talent for him to be a switchboard operator?

Ding Jiaying's heart was moved when she heard this, and her cheeks started to burn before she could say a few words.

She put her hands on her cheeks to cool them down and keep herself sane when the person on the other end of the phone asked her to verify her identity.

"Okay, Ms. Ding Jiaying, the identity has been confirmed. Thank you very much for your trust in us. Is there anything else we can help you with now?"

I can't just say I don't remember my husband's birthday, but I want to order a cake.

"I ordered a cake for Mr. Shen last time, and now I want to order the same one." Ding Jiaying thought for a moment.

The person on the other end of the phone said, "We can't provide a second experience of this once in a lifetime feeling."