Chapter 938
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Xu Jiamu and Song Xiangsi returned to Beijing seven days after Father Song's death.
They took a morning flight, so when they reached Beijing, it was only one in the afternoon.
Xu Jiamu's car was parked at the Beijing airport, so he drove Song Xiangsi back to Su Yuan apartments.
The entire journey was smooth, so they reached their destination in less than forty minutes.
Before they got out of the car, Song Xiangsi turned her head and gave him a rare warm smile. Even the words she said were warm. "Jiamu, thank you for all this time."
Xu Jiamu unlocked the car and returned her smile. He stared at her for a while, then said, "If you need anything, you can contact me anytime. I haven't changed my number."
He paused for a moment, then added, "Do you still remember my phone number? If you don't... "
Xu Jiamu rummaged around in the car, then pulled out a business card. He handed it to Song Xiangsi. "This has all my contact details."
Song Xiangsi didn't reach her hand out to take it, but continued to give him a slight smile.
Xu Jiamu blinked at her, then lowered his head to look at his name card. After a while, he said, "Xiangsi, I promised your father that I would take good care of you. Keep my contact details, if you need me, I'll be there anytime..."
"Jiamu." Song Xiangsi suddenly interrupted him. "I gave the director a call. Tomorrow, we'll continue with the commercial shoot."
"Didn't I say it already? Go back to Beijing and rest for a few days before shooting, no rush... "Xu Jiamu furrowed his brows.
"Jiamu." Song Xiangsi interrupted him again, then called his name. "Jiamu, the commercial will be finished in about a week, I'll be going back to America next Wednesday."
Xu Jiamu stared at her expression, suddenly stunned. After a while, he asked, "Back to America?"
"Yea," replied Song Xiangsi softly, but didn't say anything else.
This time, she came back because her father was seriously ill. Now that he had passed away, it was time for her to leave.
She was really grateful for all the help and care he had given her, but now that they were apart, they were apart.
The car was silent for a long while. Song Xiangsi spoke again, "If there's nothing else, I'll get off first."
Xu Jiamu looked like he heard what she said, but at the same time, he didn't. He stared straight ahead at the street and gently nodded.
"Goodbye." Song Xiangsi pushed open the car door and got out. She then shut the door and turned around to enter Su Yuan district.
Xu Jiamu still sat motionless in the car, his hand holding the business card trembling violently.
The second day after he returned to Beijing, he went to Xu Enterprise. After being gone for about ten days, work piled up like a mountain. In one day, he called for three high-level meetings. His hands were sore from signing urgent documents. At night, he worked overtime until late at night. Then, he fell asleep in the office.
Days like this went on for four consecutive days before he finally cleared the pile of work. By the end of the week, eighty percent of the work had already passed.
There were some things that when you were busy, you wouldn't feel bad if you deliberately didn't think about them, but when you were free, the more you thought about them, the more stifled you felt. To find something to do, Xu Jiamu decided to meet a client at Xiang Yuan's seafood stall. Then, he bumped into Song Xiangsi, whom he hadn't seen for a few days.
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