Before Xu Jiamu got into the car, he seemed to have thought of something. He turned his head slightly and said to Song Xiangsi, "I've changed my mind. I don't need you to accompany me for three days and three nights. Sunday night at eight at the Four Seasons Hotel, I just need you for two hours."
After he finished speaking, he bent over to get into the taxi. Before Song Xiangsi could snap back to her senses, the car had already left.
The second day after the blood donation, Xu Jiamu had a high fever. He laid in bed in a daze for the entire day. It wasn't until the evening that the temperature dropped.
He casually ate some food. His body was still a little weak, but he didn't have the slightest intention of sleeping. He was the only one in the villa, and the silence made his heart flustered.
In the past, when she was in America, he often felt lonely. Now that she was back, and in the same city as him, he felt even more lonely.
Xu Jiamu smoked two cigarettes, then went into the study room. He didn't go to the office for the entire day, and received dozens of emails. He sat at his desk, reading them one by one. When he was done, it was already five in the morning the next day. He took a shower, drove out, and found a random breakfast place to eat. Then, he went to the office. There was a thick stack of documents on his desk. As though he didn't know what fatigue was, he sat down and started to read through them. When the people in the office started to come in one after another, the documents were all signed. Then, the secretary reported on the day's progress, then the meeting, dinner... In short, it was a busy day where he didn't even have time to catch his breath.
Ever since the day he donated his blood, Xu Jiamu and Song Xiangsi hadn't seen each other again, nor did they actively contact each other.
Over the weekend, Xu Jiamu worked overtime alone at the office. It wasn't until Sunday night at six that his phone rang. He saw three words on it: eight in the evening.
Xu Jiamu stared at those three words for a long time. In the end, he turned his phone upside down on the table and continued to work on his computer. At twenty past seven, he turned off his computer, packed his things, and left the house.
When he reached the Four Seasons Hotel, it was only twenty past seven. Xu Jiamu checked into a room, but he wasn't in a hurry to go upstairs. He waited in the lobby for about twenty minutes, and at twenty past eight, he finally saw Song Xiangsi's car stop at the hotel entrance.
When she stepped into the hotel lobby, he waited for her to look at him before he stood up and headed for the elevator without a word.
Song Xiangsi followed behind him, maintaining a distance of about five meters.
When the elevator doors opened, Xu Jiamu continued to ignore her. He walked over to his room, swiped his card, pushed open the door, and entered.
After half a minute, Song Xiangsi followed him in. She stood at the door for a while, then gently closed it.
Xu Jiamu lazily sat on the sofa and casually turned on the television. After a while, he saw that she was still standing at the entrance, so he lowered the volume. Without thinking, he suddenly asked, "Does your husband know that you got a room with another man today?"
How could Song Xiangsi not hear the sarcasm in Xu Jiamu's words? Her usually proud eyes dimmed, and she lowered her head slightly.
When Xu Jiamu saw her like this, he felt even more annoyed. He turned his head and continuously pressed the remote control to change the channel. In his mind, he thought back to many years ago, when they had their first night, it was also a scene like this.
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