Qiao Anhao sat beside Xu Jiamu for a while, then glanced at the stairs. She stood up, walked over to the water dispenser, and poured herself a cup of water. Then she walked back to the sofa and called out, "Brother Jiamu."
Xu Jiamu didn't react, his eyes were so straight that he didn't even blink.
"Brother Jiamu?" Qiao Anhao called out again, then raised her hand to pat Xu Jiamu's shoulder.
Xu Jiamu abruptly snapped back to reality, then realized that he had been in a daze for so long because he had seen Song Xiangsi's figure on the television screen without even realizing it.
Back then, after he left Hengdian in a fit of rage, the two of them hadn't really interacted. After Xu Enterprise got into trouble, he went from being the young master of the Xu family to a department manager in Xu Enterprise. The difference in status was huge, so he didn't really look for her.
As for her, she didn't have any work to do recently, and she was always in Beijing. She probably saw the news of his plummeting, but she never contacted him.
The two of them were in the same city for four months, but they never saw each other.
Actually, when he was busy with work, he would suddenly think of her, but it was only for a moment, then he would throw it to the back of his mind.
Tonight, if Qiao Anhao hadn't chosen her movie to watch, he wouldn't have realized that he was actually... thinking of her...
What the hell, he and Song Xiangsi just had a business relationship, what was he thinking of her for?
Xu Jiamu shook his head violently, then looked over at Qiao Anhao. Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice sounded a little hoarse. "What's wrong? Qiao Qiao. "
Qiao Anhao raised the cup of water in front of Xu Jiamu. "Just now, Aunt Xu said she wasn't feeling well, so she went upstairs to rest. Bring her a cup of water."
Xu Jiamu nodded, then raised his hand to rub his face. Then he stood up, took the cup, and walked towards the stairs.
Han Ruchu returned to the bedroom. The moment she closed the door, she angrily reached her hand out, and smashed the porcelain ornament on the shelf to the ground, shattering it into pieces.
"Madam, why are you so angry? Take care of yourself," the housekeeper anxiously advised.
Han Ruchu acted as though she hadn't heard what the housekeeper had said, completely ignoring her. She walked a few circles around the bedroom before stopping. She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and said, "Qiao Anhao, that little b * tch, I've always seen her as an obedient little girl. I never imagined that she would have such a sharp tongue. She's really good at scolding people while pointing at the mulberry tree!"
"She's not here to celebrate your birthday tonight. She's obviously here to make things difficult for you. From asking for bird's nest at first, to mentioning that little bastard while watching TV, to telling stories about mother-in-law …" The housekeeper paused. "Madam, I'm afraid she already knows that we killed the child in her stomach."
Speaking up to this point, the housekeeper furrowed her brows. "Speaking up to this point, I have some doubts. Madam, back then you had already sent that little bastard away. According to his character, he definitely wouldn't come looking for Miss Qiao. How did Miss Qiao find out about this?"
After hearing what the housekeeper said, Han Ruchu suddenly calmed down, but her face was still filled with anger.
After a while, the housekeeper said, "Madam, how much do you think Miss Qiao knows about us? Does she know that we were the ones who pushed her down the stairs? "
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