Bringing the Nation's Husband Home

Chapter 937: Continuation (18)

Translator: Paperplane Editor: DarkGem

Xu Jiamu and Song Xiangsi returned to Beijing seven days after Father Song's passing.

They had an early flight that day, and arrived at Beijing at one in the afternoon.

Xu Jiamu's car was parked at Beijing Airport, so he drove Song Xiangsi back to Su Yuan apartments.

On their way there, the roads were clear, and they reached their destination in no less than forty minutes.

Before they got out of the car, Song Xiangsi turned her head and shot Xu Jiamu a rare gentle smile. Even the words from her mouth sounded sweet and gentle. "Jiamu, thank you for your time."

He unlocked the car door and smiled back at her. He stared at her for a while, then said, "If anything happens, you can contact me at any time. My phone number hasn't changed."

After a pause, he also added, "Do you still remember my phone number? If you can't remember..."

Xu Jiamu searched around in car, then pulled out a business card, and handed it to Song Xiangsi. "This has all my contact details on it."

Song Xiangsi didn't reach out to take it, but continued to smile at Xu Jiamu.

He blinked twice at her, then looked down at his own business card. After a while, he added, "Xiangsi, I promised your father that I'd take good care of you. Keep my contact details. If there's anything you need, anytime..."

"Jiamu," she interrupted suddenly. "I called the director. We'll continue shooting the commercial tomorrow."

"Didn't I say? Take a few days off when we get back to Beijing. There's no hurry..." Xu Jiamu furrowed his brows.

"Jiamu," Song Xiangsi interrupted him again. "Jiamu, the commercial will be finished in about a week. Next Wednesday I have to go back to America.."

Xu Jiamu stared at her expression, suddenly stunned. After a long while, he finally asked, "Back to America?"

"Yeah," she softly replied, then didn't say anything.

This time, she came back just for her father's illness. Now that he had passed away, she should be going.

She was really thankful to him being here for her, helping her, and taking care of her all this time, but they had broken up after all.

It was silent in the car. Xu Jiamu didn't say a word for a long time now, so Song Xiangsi spoke again. "If there's nothing else, I'll be off."

Xu Jiamu stared straight ahead at the road, as though he may or may not have heard what she said. Then gave a gentle nod.

"Goodbye." Song Xiangsi pushed open the door and got out the car. She closed the door behind her, turned around, and went into the Su Yuan residential district.

Xu Jiamu stayed in the car without moving a muscle. His hand trembled violently, as he clutched onto his business card.

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The day after they returned to Beijing, Xu Jiamu went to the Xu Enterprise. With him being away for about ten days, work had piled up. He had three consecutive top management meetings in one day, and his hand was sore from signing urgent documents. In the evening, he had to do overtime, and ended up sleeping in the office.

Work was hectic for four days straight, before he could finally finish it all. It was the weekend, and yet eighty percent of his time was taken from him.

When things get busy, you deliberately stop thinking about unrelated stuff and feeling sad, but when you're free, the more you think about it, the more crushed you feel. To find something to do, Xu Jiamu went to meet up with a client in the evening. He was at Xiangyuan seafood stall when he bumped into Song Xiangsi, who he hadn't seen for a few days.