Xu Jiamu paused, pulled out his phone, and glanced at the caller ID. It was a landline number. He paused for a second, then picked up.
Song Xiangsi was standing not far from Xu Jiamu. When his phone rang, she instinctively turned her head to look at him. When she saw that he had picked up the call, his expression instantly darkened. He turned around, and without a word, walked out of the hotel.
Xu Jiamu's reaction clearly showed that something big had happened. Song Xiangsi hesitated for a moment, then chased after him.
When Xu Jiamu started the car, Song Xiangsi pulled the car door open and sat in. He turned his head to glance at her, but didn't chase her out. Instead, he stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel.
On the way, Xu Jiamu and Song Xiangsi didn't talk at all. Xu Jiamu drove really fast, and Song Xiangsi could clearly feel his hands on the steering wheel trembling non-stop.
In the end, the car stopped at the entrance of People's Hospital. Xu Jiamu got out, but he didn't head for the emergency building. Instead, he headed straight for the secluded mortuary.
At the entrance of the mortuary stood a man in a police uniform. He seemed to recognize Xu Jiamu, for when he saw him walk over, he immediately led him in.
Song Xiangsi stood at the entrance of the mortuary. She could clearly feel the sinister aura coming from inside. Her footsteps slightly paused, but in the end, she still strode in.
The man in the police uniform led Xu Jiamu to a window, then stopped.
There was a corpse on the bed, covered with a piece of white cloth.
Xu Jiamu stared at the white cloth for a long time. In the end, he lifted it with trembling fingers, revealing Han Ruchu's pale and calm face.
The man in the police uniform said, "She killed herself by biting her tongue. She didn't bite her tongue off, so she probably didn't want to live anymore. She choked to death with her own blood."
Song Xiangsi instinctively turned her head to look over at Xu Jiamu.
The man's expression was very calm. He stared unwaveringly at Han Ruchu, not saying a word.
The mortuary was very quiet. After about five minutes, Xu Jiamu let go of the white cloth, took a step back, and said, "Contact the crematorium."
His voice was calm, but when he lowered his eyelids, Song Xiangsi, who was standing beside him, saw a flash of tears in his eyes.
Han Ruchu was the only daughter. After she married Xu Wanli, the Han family's business was also merged with the Xu family.
After her parents passed away, Han Ruchu didn't have much contact with her relatives.
Originally, Han Ruchu still had a good relationship with some people in the industry. But after so many things happened, she was vicious and merciless, and her reputation was ruined. No one kept in touch with her, and she didn't keep in touch with anyone either. As time passed, she didn't even have a good relationship with anyone around her.
Before he was born, there weren't many people he was close to. After he died, how could there be anyone to send him off?
Even her husband, Xu Wanli, who was overseas, could not be contacted.
Therefore, even if she died in the end, the only person who came to send her off was her son, who she had always felt had betrayed and abandoned her.
Xu Jiamu didn't hold a funeral for Han Ruchu. Funerals were for people to mourn, and his mother's entire life was one of scheming, hatred, and unwillingness. Even if he held a memorial service, it would just be a joke.
From Han Ruchu's cremation to her burial, Song Xiangsi stayed by his side the entire time.
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