Bringing the Nation's Husband Home

”What happe....” Cheng Yang had followed behind. But before he could finish his sentence, he saw Qiao Anxia’s blood soaked body. He swayed slightly, then rushed over. ”Xiaxia, Xiaxia?”

Xu Jiamu stopped in his tracks. Before he could even begin to say anything, his gaze fell on the person with an audacious smirk.

Song Xiangsi glanced over when she sensed him stopping. Following his gaze, she instantly recognized the person he was looking at. A deep sense of worry flowed into her eyes.

After less than a minute, he rushed towards Han Ruchu, slapping her face violently without hesitation. ”Shut up!”

Han Ruchu stilled, bursting into laughter the next moment while pointing at Xu Jiamu. ”You’re my son but you hit me... My son just hit me, hahaha... My son actually hit me for someone else...”

Gradually, tears started to stream down her face. She stared at Xu Jiamu, feeling aggrieved and wronged. ”You’re my son, how can you not side with me?”

Xu Jiamu shut his eyes, then took a deep breath before grabbing onto her arm. ”We’re going to the police station now.”

”Police station? You’re sending your mother to jail?” Han Ruchu shook her head, confused between laughter and crying. ”Xu Jiamu, you silly boy, you actually want to send your mother to jail!”

Xu Jiamu had no intention to continue the conversation. He tightened his grip on her wrist and dragged her out of the washroom.

”I’m not going, I’m not going!” Han Ruchu screamed at the top of her lungs.

He ignored her screams, dragging her all the way out.

When they were out of the restroom, Song Xiangsi came forward. ”I’ll go with you.”

Xu Jiamu hesitated slightly before nodding lightly.

Song Xiangsi turned towards the crowd in the restroom. ”We’ll go to the police station first, the ambulance should be here soon. After we give our statements at the station, we’ll head over to the hospital for evidence.”

Cheng Yang and Qiao Anhao didn’t react, it was as though they hadn’t heard her speak.

Lu Jinnian had focused all his attention on Qiao Anhao and didn’t react either. In the end, his assistant and Zhao Meng nodded, acknowledging her words.

Song Xiangsi left.

Without Han Ruchu, the restroom was much quieter.

Qiao Anxia was so pale she was almost transparent. She could feel Qiao Anhao’s tears falling onto her face. Her lashes trembled, and, struggling, she lifted her eyes to glance at her sister and curled her lips into a smile.

That smile just made Qiao Anhao’s tears flow even more rapidly. ”Sis, sis...”

Qiao Anxia struggled to wipe off the tears. After pausing slightly, she said, ”Why are you crying? You’re going to be a mother soon, don’t scare the baby like that. He might become a crybaby!”

Qiao Anxia has been pampered since young, and her pride was tougher than of anyone else. That why’s her words were often merciless, and even if she regretted them afterwards, her pride never allowed her to admit her mistake.