Bringing the Nation's Husband Home

Xu Jiamu footsteps paused for a moment. Then he turned to leave.

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Song Xiangsi vomited until there was nothing left in her stomach, then she rinsed her mouth. Just when she was about to wash her face with some water, a bottle of sour milk with a straw suddenly appeared in front of her.

She was stunned for a moment, then slowly looked up at the mirror in front of her to see Xu Jiamu standing behind her, on her right.

His lips twitched, but he just lowered his head and didn’t say a word. She washed her face, turned the tap off, and pulled a tissue from beside her. She wiped her face dry, then threw the tissue into the bin. Without even glancing at the sour milk on the sink, she turned right around, like Xu Jiamu didn’t exist at all, and brushed past him.

Perhaps it was because she had too much to drink, her legs wobbled as she walked. Xu Jiamu couldn’t help but reach his arm out to hold her steady.

Song Xiangsi’s body trembled slightly, then she struggled to pull her arm away from his grasp. She stumbled, then continued on her way out.

Just when she was about to leave the restroom, her phone suddenly rang.

She leaned against the wall to steady herself, and pulled out her phone from her back with trembling fingers, and took the call.

He wasn’t sure what was said on the phone, but her face suddenly dropped. The next second, she blurted, ”I’m coming.”

Then she frantically shoved her phone back into her pocket, and staggered over to the elevators.

Xu Jiamu furrowed his brows, and without thinking, he caught up with her. ”What happened?”

Song Xiangsi ignored what he said and tried her hardest to push the elevator button. As soon as the elevator doors opened, she rushed in.

She rushed in so quickly, she almost crashed into the wall. Luckily, Xu Jiamu had quick reflexes, so he pulled her back. ”What in the hell happened?”

The color had drained from her face. As though she hadn’t heard what he said, she stared straight at the red numbers in the elevator, until she first floor, then dashed out.

Once Song Xiangsi left the restaurant, she walked to the side of the road and tried to hail a taxi.

Xu Jiamu continued to ask her her two more times, but seeing as she didn’t reply and was too drunk, he eventually dragged her by force to the car park beside them. ”I’ll take you.”

”No, I’ll get a taxi...” Before Song Xiangsi could reject him, she suddenly bent over and gagged.

Xu Jiamu waited to one side for her to finish. Then, without saying a word, he lifted her up and strode over to his car.

He put her in the passenger’s seat, and quickly got in the car. As he started it, he asked, ”Where do you want to go?”

Song Xiangsi held her stomach, which was in pain from drinking so much alcohol. She shook her head, and said, ”Drop me off at the subway station up front.”

Xu Jiamu didn’t even bother with what she said. Instead, he stepped on the accelerator. In the blink of an eye, the car drove past the subway. Then he repeated his question. ”Where do you want to go?”

Song Xiangsi opened her mouth, but not sound came out. Xu Jiamu said again, ”I don’t mind taking you in circles around Beijing.”

Her lips twitched. Eventually, she lowered her eyes and said in a weak voice, ”District Three Hospital.”