The president is committing suicide

Shen Lihong's blood pressure soared, and he almost felt dizzy. He struggled to stand still and stretched out his fingers tremblingly.

Before he could finish his accusation, Shen Cong gently held his hand, and said with a warning: "I said, no matter how dissatisfied you are, she is still my wife, my only one."

"If she can't have a baby, or doesn't want to have one, would you be willing?"

"As long as she wants to."

"I don't agree. If that's the case, you should get divorced!"

"Don't be angry, Old Shen. Didn't I just tell you an easier way? I'm serious. Think about it while you're still young."

Shen Cong did not give Shen Lihong another chance to speak. He stuffed him into the car and asked the driver to leave quickly.

I already have a lot of things to worry about right now, and I really don't have the patience to deal with him.

He took a deep breath, put on a smile and returned to the ward. Ding Jiaying's quickly retracted hand and the stiff smile on her face hurt Shen Cong's nerves.

He sat down on the bed, not reaching for her hand again.

Take your time.

Not urgent.

Shen Cong poured a glass of water and handed it to Ding Jiaying: "Drink some water. Don't move around until your wound heals. It will hurt."

It is always heartwarming to be cared for and concerned about one's injuries. Ding Jiaying feels that no matter whether she knows the person or not, she should not reject him/her even if he/she is a stranger.

She took the water and said thank you.

When his upper and lower lips touched, the sound that came out was almost the beginning, but Shen Cong felt very happy.

Ding Jiaying overestimated her physical condition, and a simple action of turning around to get some water caused her to suffer pain unexpectedly.

The water spilled all over the bed, and the cup fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"sorry."

Her facial features were twisted in pain and her body involuntarily tried to curl up but it only made things more painful. She couldn't move and was fixed on the bed in a strange position.

The embarrassment doesn't end there.

Ding Jiaying was held in Shen Cong's arms with tears streaming down her face and slurred speech. After a while, the pain subsided and Shen Cong went back to tidying up the bed.

She wanted to press her head under the quilt. The man in front of her was a stranger to her, no matter how many times others emphasized that he was her... that... husband. Losing your composure in front of a stranger was definitely not something that could be forgiven in Ding Jiaying's family rules.

Didn't you say that it was just a minor injury and that it wouldn't be a big deal? It's a big deal!

"Don't you want to drink?"

Ding Jiaying suddenly pulled herself back to her thoughts and when she looked up, she met a pair of gentle eyes.

He was not a gentle person, this was Ding Jiaying's first judgment of Shen Cong. But now these eyes seemed to say that she was wrong.

"what happened?"

Ding Jiaying finally came back to her senses. She couldn't say no to such a beautiful face and gentle expression, so she blushed and shook her head.

I soon realized that the cup was too close to my lips, and I reached out to grab the cup reflexively.

A large hand pressed on hers.

"Don't move. Have you forgotten the pain just now?"

Ding Jiaying looked at Shen Cong at a loss, then she remembered how miserable she looked like a dead cabbage caterpillar just now, and she didn't dare to do it again.

"I'll feed you, open your mouth."

"what."

Ding Jiaying opened her mouth obediently. The cool water flowed slowly down her throat into her heart. She was eager to cool down the blush on her face.

The two of them sat here at a distance from each other, not touching anything, but their relationship was more ambiguous than the previous times when he had eagerly declared his relationship as husband and wife.

Ding Jiaying didn't dare to look into his eyes again. Her gaze moved from his eyelashes to his straight nose, and then somehow flowed to the strands of hair on his forehead.

He's so good looking.

Not because she and this man had a red book, nor because they all said that they were a perfect match made in heaven, Ding Jiaying felt that when she objectively evaluated a person's appearance, she should not have any other desires.

It was still too close, and her eyes had nowhere to go, so she had to turn her face away gently and let her lips leave the cup.

"Don't drink anymore?"

The words were spoken softly in her ear, and she felt her ears itchy, and she could not help but rub her ears with her shoulder. Unexpectedly, she met Shen Cong's eyes.

Shen Cong is so handsome, dazzling and bright like a star or a sun, with a sense of maturity and stability, but not sophistication, and even a little eager and naive.

She stared at him without saying anything, and he didn't say anything either. They stared at each other. The water in the cup was like a small pond without any ripples, having just been kissed by a beauty and warmed by the burning heat of her blood.

A star often approaches another star involuntarily, which is the unspeakable gravity between the universe.

The hot breath brushed across the tiny hairs on the surface of her skin, and alarm bells rang in Ding Jiaying's mind.

She stepped back, touched her face and turned away, avoiding Shen Cong's seemingly unintentional intimate behavior as if avoiding a shooting star.

The stars in Shen Cong's eyes shrank as he lowered his eyelids. He took back the water cup in his hand and turned to put it on the cabinet.

Ding Jiaying couldn't help but ignore the strange feeling she had when she saw him down. She felt like she had to say something: "Um...thank you."

"Thank you for what?"

Shen Cong's question was another headache. Was this man so vindictive? Was it because he had dodged just now?

Even though he knew he couldn't explain all of this clearly, he still had to watch others make a fool of themselves.

Ding Jiaying bit her lip and thought, not knowing what to thank her for. Thank you for coming to the hospital in time when I had a car accident? Which human with a red book wouldn't come? Thank you for taking care of me? Wouldn't it be more hurtful to be so distant?

Fortunately, before she racked her brains, Shen Cong broke the silence: "I know you can't accept it now, and you can't remember it. It doesn't matter, let's just treat it as the first time we met. You see, I'm not a bad person. I'm handsome, kind, and rich. It's not unfair to you to be my friend. How about it?"

Ding Jiaying couldn't help laughing out loud. They didn't say Shen Cong was so funny.

The atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed. She smiled and nodded: "You won't lose out by being my friend."

"make a deal."

Shen Cong naturally extended his palm, and Ding Jiaying lightly placed her little hand into his palm.

He gently squeezed her hand and shook it solemnly: "I am very happy to introduce myself to you again. I am Shen Cong."

Ding Jiaying imitated him and said, "I am also very happy to meet you again. I am Ding Jiaying."

Late at night, Ding Jiaying fell into a deep sleep. Shen Cong stood at the door of the ward and saw the ball of light and shadow, feeling sad.

That's not the case. It wasn't like this when we first met.

What you said at that time was: "I will definitely let you see how powerful I, Ding Jiaying, am!"