Chapter 891
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Xu Jiamu felt as though something had ruthlessly smashed into his heart, causing him to feel a sharp pain.
All these years, he hadn't looked for her, and she hadn't looked for him. Just like that, the two of them broke off contact.
However, whenever he heard her name mentioned by others, he would subconsciously pay attention to it.
Over the years, he had heard many rumors about her. One of them was that she had gotten married in Seattle to a man who was already married. The man had two children. The older son was eight years old, and the younger daughter had just turned three this year.
As for whether the rumors were true or not, he didn't know. He didn't try to verify it, nor did he dare.
He knew that he was afraid, afraid that the rumors were true...
Mr. Luo and Mr. Zhang were still talking about the "image spokesperson". From time to time, the three words "Song Xiangsi" would come out of their mouths, but Xu Jiamu didn't pay attention to what they were talking about. In the end, when Mr. Luo asked him what he thought about Song Xiangsi being the image spokesperson, he snapped out of his daze. After a long silence, he replied with "Whatever". With a stiff voice, he found an excuse and left the Golden Lounge.
It was summer, and the afternoon sun was strong. The weather was incomparably hot, and Xu Jiamu stood at the entrance of the Golden Lounge in a suit and leather shoes for less than two minutes before he was drenched in sweat.
However, he didn't seem to feel the heat at all. He just stood there and smoked one cigarette after another. In the end, he choked on his own smoke. Only then did he snap out of his daze and walk to the parking lot on the side.
Xu Jiamu drove around aimlessly. When he finally snapped back to his senses, his car stopped in front of Su Yuan apartment building once again.
And again.
In these three years, he had lost count of the number of times he would drive to this place while distracted. Then, he would stare blankly at the entrance of Su Yuan apartments for a long, long time. Then, he would leave in a daze, just like an idiot.
The sun outside the car window slowly slanted to the west. When the rays were no longer as strong, Xu Jiamu started the car again, but before he could step on the accelerator, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye. His heart instantly felt as though someone was clutching it, and his entire body trembled. He stepped on the brakes again, turned his head, and stared straight at the familiar figure.
Although she was wearing a hat and sunglasses, which almost covered her whole face, he recognized her easily.
Her figure didn't seem to have changed much since three years ago. In fact, she was a little thinner. She wore a bright red one-piece skirt that accentuated her fair skin, revealing her slender, straight calves, and a pair of flats.
She seemed to be on the phone. Her head was slightly lowered, and her red lips curled up from time to time. It was a very lazy smile, and it was almost exactly the same as the one in his memory.
When Xu Jiamu snapped back to reality, she had already flagged down a taxi and left. He instinctively stepped on the accelerator, wanting to chase after her, but then he thought back to three years ago, when they parted on bad terms. Suddenly, the impulse in his heart disappeared, and he instantly slumped weakly against the back of the car.
It was quiet in the car for about five minutes. Suddenly, a cell phone rang.
Xu Jiamu hesitated for a while, then turned his head. When he saw the caller ID, he picked up without hesitation. "Bro?"
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