Chapter 905
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He paused for a moment, then added, "Could I trouble Miss Song to close the door when you leave?"
Xu Jiamu then turned around and headed upstairs without the slightest intention of compromising.
Song Xiangsi hurriedly reached out and grabbed his hand.
The familiar softness made Xu Jiamu's entire body feel numb. In just two seconds, he flung her hand away.
This time, Song Xiangsi grabbed his hand tightly with both hands. He wasn't sure if it was out of fear or worry, but her hands trembled as she left. "I don't have time to find someone else to help, the hospital doesn't have enough blood. The doctor said the situation is critical, his life could be in danger at any moment. I'm begging you, please help me this once, okay?"
Xu Jiamu looked like he had heard the funniest joke. He suddenly pulled his lips into a smile, then turned his head to look at Song Xiangsi. In a mocking tone, he said, "Miss Song, if I remember correctly, just three hours ago, you told me that there was nothing left to say between us. Since there's nothing left to say, Miss Song, may I ask why I should save someone who has nothing to do with me?"
Perhaps it was because Xu Jiamu's voice was too determined, but Song Xiangsi really felt like he wasn't going to help her. She was so anxious that tears rolled down her cheeks. She grabbed onto Xu Jiamu's hand, her eyes darting around in a panic. She really couldn't find a reason to convince him, so in the end, she said incoherently, "Can you, can you see that I used to be with you for eight years..."
"Eight years?"
In the afternoon, he was the one who brought up the past, but she didn't care about it at all. Now, for the sake of a man, she brought up the past...
Xu Jiamu laughed lightly, but his eyes were filled with a layer of sadness. But soon enough, his gaze became aggressive and sharp. He turned his head, stared at Song Xiangsi, and said word by word, "That eight years was just a deal, wasn't it? Money and goods are settled, so we have nothing to do with each other. So Miss Song, are you here to ask for a tip? "
Xu Jiamu's tone was a little anxious. When he said that, he suddenly shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and clenched his fists tightly.
After two seconds, he opened his eyes again, staring at Song Xiangsi with an icy gaze. "What's more, Miss Song, I would like to ask you, why should I help a woman who was so cruel and merciless that she even aborted my child just to leave me?"
After he said this, Xu Jiamu fiercely pulled his hand away and said coldly, "Miss Song, I won't see you out."
Then he strode towards the stairs.
"Xu Jiamu!" She abruptly shouted his name. She turned around and stared at his back. "As long as you promise to go to the hospital for blood, I'll do anything you want!"
Xu Jiamu's footsteps abruptly came to a halt.
"I won't ask you to help me for free. I'll make a deal with you. I promise you one thing. No matter what you ask, I'll try my best to fulfill it. Is that okay?"
Eleven years ago, I sold myself for my father.
Eleven years later, I made a deal for my husband.
Song Xiangsi really was a sentimental person, but her sentiments were never for him.
Xu Jiamu didn't know where his anger came from, but he suddenly turned around and walked back up the stairs.
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