Chapter 927
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Xu Jiamu and Father Song stayed in one room, while Song Xiangsi stayed in the other.
The two rooms were separated by a white wall.
The next morning, when Song Xiangsi woke up, she went to the room next door. Her father opened the door, but Xu Jiamu wasn't there.
Her father didn't look as energetic as the day before, in fact, he looked a little dispirited. After opening the door, he walked about ten meters before panting.
Song Xiangsi helped her father over to the sofa. Before she could say anything, Father Song slowly said, "Last night, little Xu didn't sleep much."
"My stomach wasn't feeling well, so I kept running to the toilet. Every time, he had to carry me there. In the middle of the night, I accidentally peed on the bed. He helped me change my clothes, wiped me down, and gave me his own bed to sleep on. He stayed by my side the whole night, and my clothes were washed by him …"
As Father Song said this, he raised his hand and pointed at the two sets of clothes hanging in front of the window.
"I can tell that little Xu isn't a bad person. He treats you sincerely. In the future, with him by your side, I can be at ease..."
Father Song continued to ramble on about Xu Jiamu, but Song Xiangsi didn't hear a single word. She just stared blankly at Xu Jiamu's clothes.
Xu Jiamu returned to the hotel with a few bags in his hands.
Last night, everyone had left in a hurry, so they didn't bring any clothes. Xu Jiamu specially went to the airport mall to buy two sets of clothes for Song Xiangsi and Father Song to change into. He also rented a car and bought two sets of breakfast.
Father Song didn't change his movements. Xu Jiamu sat beside him, patiently feeding him porridge spoonfuls by spoonfuls.
Song Xiangsi sat opposite him, watching the scene in front of her. For some reason, her eyes started to tear up. She lowered her head, not daring to look at the scene in front of her. She was afraid that if she looked at it for too long, her resolute heart would waver once again.
From what she remembered, Xu Jiamu was a typical rich young master who would stretch out his hand for clothes and open his mouth for food. Not too long ago, he had actually changed. He had become meticulous, he had become good at taking care of people, he had become reliable and dependable. He had become someone who made people feel at ease and warm with him around.
If he had been like this in front of her during the eight years they had been together, perhaps she wouldn't have been so disheartened back then and wouldn't have been so determined to force herself to leave him.
Now, as she wished, he had become a good man who could be entrusted with the rest of her life. But now, he had nothing to do with her.
At eleven in the morning, Xu Jiamu paid the bill and drove the car he rented back to Song Xiangsi and Father Song. He drove back to Jiamu and Song Song's hometown.
The airport was about four hundred kilometers away from the small town where Song Xiangsi was born. After walking for about five hours, they finally arrived at Song Xiangsi's hometown at around five in the afternoon.
After Song Yunxuan's father went to Beijing for treatment, no one stayed at the Song Family's house. The house was a little dirty.
Xu Jiamu hadn't slept well the night before and had driven the entire day, so he rolled up his sleeves without any complaints. He cleaned the room inside and out, then went out to buy some groceries. He personally cooked dinner.
Father Song didn't have much of an appetite, so he didn't eat much. He took his medicine and returned to the master bedroom to rest.
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