Bringing the Nation's Husband Home

Qiao Anhao sat beside Xu Jiamu for a while, then glanced up the stairs. She got up, walked over to the water dispenser, and got herself a cup of water. When she walked back to the sofa, she called, "Brother Jiamu."

Xu Jiamu didn’t react. His line of sight was so concentrated, his eyes never blinked.

"Brother Jiamu?" Qiao Anhao called his name again while patting his shoulder.

Xu Jiamu abruptly came to his senses. He realized that because he had been staring at Song Xiangsi on the television, he hadn’t a clue what had happened and how long he had blanked out for.

Ever since he left Hengdian studio in a fit of rage, he and her had never gotten in touch. Later on, Xu Enterprise was in trouble, and he was demoted from the Xu family’s young master to a department manager at the company. His status had changed so dramatically, he had never went to go look for her.

And as for her, she hadn’t had any jobs recently, so she stayed in Beijing all this time. She probably knew about his fall, but didn’t bother contacting him to see how he was.

For the past four months, the two of them were in the same city, but never met each other..

Actually, because he was so busy with work, sometimes he’d think about her, but only for a split second. Then he would push the thought in the back of his mind.

Tonight, if it wasn’t for Qiao Anhao’s choice for a movie, he wouldn’t have even realized that he actually... missed her...

Ah crap, he and Song Xiangsi only had a business relationship... so why was he thinking about her?

Xu Jiamu abruptly shook his head, then glanced over at Qiao Anhao. Perhaps because it had been quite some time since he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse. "What’s wrong, Qiao Qiao?"

Qiao Anhao brought a cup of water up to Xu Jiamu’s face. "Just now, Aunt Xu said she wasn’t feeling well, so she went upstairs to get some rest. You’d better bring her a cup of water."

Xu Jiamu nodded, rubbed his face with his hand, then stood up and headed upstairs with a cup of water.

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Back in the bedroom, Han Ruchu slammed the door shut behind her. She then reached her arm out in anger and wept the porcelain ornaments off from the shelves, sending them crashing to the ground, shattering to pieces.

"Madam, why are you getting so mad? Take care of your health," said the housekeeper anxiously.

As though Han Ruchu hadn’t heard the housekeeper’s words at all, she completely ignored her and paced around the bedroom a few times. When she finally stopped, she took a long, deep breath, gritted her teeth and said, "Qiao Anhao, that little bitch, she’s always been so good and obedient. Who would of thought that she was so articulate when cursing others, doing it so well, so indirectly?! How skillful of her!"

"Tonight, she didn’t come to celebrate your birthday... she clearly came to trigger you! From when she asked for the swallow’s nest till the moment she mentioned that bastard while watching TV, and also when she told that story about the mother-in-law..." When she said this, the housekeeper stopped there, and continued with different words. "Madam, I’m afraid she already knows that it was us who killed her baby."

At this, the housekeeper furrowed her brows. "There’s something fishy about that. Madam, you already got rid of that little bastard. With his personality, he definitely wouldn’t go looking for Miss Qiao, so how would she have found out about what had happened?"

Because of the housekeeper’s words, Han Ruchu suddenly calmed down, but she still wore a furious expression on her face.

After a while, the housekeeper said, "Madam, say... how much do you think Miss Qiao knows about us? Do you think she knows that it was us who pushed her down the stairs?"