Chapter 438
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"Heavenly Sword" started filming at Hengdian Studios.
On the first day of filming, for some reason, Xu Jiamu insisted on sending Qiao Anhao over personally.
Xu Jiamu had booked first class tickets, so the three of them sat in the same row. However, there was an aisle in between them.
Zhao Meng had downloaded a movie on her iPad, and when the plane took off, she turned on the iPad. She and Qiao Anhao each had a headset, and started to watch.
Xu Jiamu held onto the newspaper that the air stewardess had brought up. He casually flipped through it, and in the end, his gaze landed on the second to last page.
Song Xiangsi was wearing a pink muslin dress, standing on the red carpet. Her exquisite chin was slightly raised, and her eyes were bright and beautiful as she smiled.
Xu Jiamu stared at the photo for a long time, and in the end, he closed the newspaper in annoyance. He stuffed it into the magazine bag in front of him, then turned his head to look at Qiao Anhao and Zhao Meng, who were sitting beside him. In the end, he saw Song Xiangsi's face on the iPad screen, and the anger in his heart grew heavier. Xu Jiamu let out a long sigh, and adjusted his seat back a little. He shut his eyes, but his mind slowly drifted back to half a month ago, the night he had ruthlessly slapped Song Xiangsi the moment he stepped into the room.
Actually, now that he thought about it, he didn't even know why he had slapped her. He just felt a surge of anger in his chest that had nowhere to vent, and before his brain could process it, he had slapped her.
That slap was really heavy, because he could feel the pain from the rebound of his palm.
He regretted it on the spot, and in that instant, a sliver of panic surfaced in his heart. He instinctively wanted to kneel down and apologize to her.
But when he looked over at her, her eyes were clean, not a single tear had fallen. Her expression was calm and composed, as though the slap hadn't landed on her face at all. She even climbed up from the floor as though nothing had happened, and straightened her clothes and hair.
Her reaction made him feel as though the person who had been slapped wasn't her, but him.
The scene was so similar to the night of his car accident.
That night, at eight in the evening, he went to the airport to pick her up after she finished her work in France. He took her out for dinner and gave her a present. When they returned to the apartment, he impatiently reached his hand into her clothes. She was just as obedient as before, but when they were naked and he was about to enter her body, she suddenly calmly said, "Jiamu, let's break up."
At that time, his mind was filled with the thought of being intimate with her. He thought she was joking and kissed her cheek, not taking it seriously.
But she reached her hand out and pushed him away. She repeated what she had just said, "Jiamu, let's break up."
He saw the seriousness in her eyes. She wasn't joking. When they were in university, for the sake of her father's illness, she sold herself at the Royal Palace. For fifty thousand dollars, she willingly became his mistress. For seven whole years, they tangled with each other, but never once fell in love. She actually told him to break up.
Even now, he still didn't understand why he was so angry at the time. He always felt as though his pride had been trampled on. Without even thinking about it, he said, "Have we ever been good?"
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