Chapter 595
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"If the Qiao family finds out about this, the relationship between the two families could be broken. Now that the Xu family is far from what it used to be, there are many things that we still need to rely on the Qiao family..."
"Even if she finds out, what can she do?" Han Ruchu didn't wait for the housekeeper to finish speaking before she cut her off and said, "If she had evidence, why would the Qiao family come to celebrate my birthday tonight? She just doesn't have any evidence, so she beat around the bush to annoy me! But it really sucks, for a perfectly good birthday to be ruined by her. Back then, when she fell down the stairs, why didn't she fall to her death... "
Before Han Ruchu could finish her sentence, the door that was originally closed was suddenly pushed open.
The two of them froze in shock. They turned their heads to see Xu Jiamu standing at the door with a glass of water in his hands, his expression solemn.
Han Ruchu and the housekeeper looked at each other, a hint of panic in their eyes. Han Ruchu was the first to snap out of her daze. She forced a smile and said in a soft voice, "Jiamu, why did you come up?"
Xu Jiamu didn't make a sound. He stood at the door without moving an inch, his eyes staring straight into Han Ruchu's eyes.
Han Ruchu was frightened by his stare. She stood on the spot for a while, then strode over to Xu Jiamu. She reached her hand out to grab his hand, but he dodged it. His eyes were still fixed on her face, and he spoke in a low voice filled with suppressed anger. "Was what you said just now true?"
From his words, Han Ruchu knew that her son had heard her conversation with Aunt Yun, but she wasn't sure how much he had heard, so she reached her hand out again. "Jiamu, listen to mummy..."
"I just want to know, was what you said just now true?" Xu Jiamu seemed to be afraid that Qiao Anhao, who was downstairs, would hear him, so he lowered his voice, making him look even more furious and terrifying. "Back then, when Qiao Qiao fell down the stairs, was it your doing?"
When Han Ruchu heard this, she secretly let out a sigh of relief. Luckily, he only heard half of it... "Jiamu, mummy had no choice back then, that's why I did it."
"So, you're saying that you really did it?" Xu Jiamu asked again, emphasizing each word. Then, he turned to look at the helplessly helpless housekeeper. "And you... the two of you together... You guys are really something!"
Xu Jiamu abruptly smashed the glass in his hand onto the floor, sending glass shards flying and water splashing all over the floor. Xu Jiamu nodded and let out a light laugh.
That smile made Han Ruchu, who had always doted on her son, afraid. Instinctively, she grabbed onto his arm. "Mommy knows I was wrong. Mommy will explain to you. It's not what you think, son..."
"Do I have to wait until Qiao Qiao falls to her death? Then, things will turn out as I thought!" Xu Jiamu retorted fiercely, then turned around and stomped down the stairs in a rage.
"Jiamu, Jiamu!" Han Ruchu cried out Xu Jiamu's name in a panic, then chased after him. Because she was in such a hurry, she accidentally sprained her ankle. She crouched on the ground and let out a cry of pain.
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