《Bringing the Nation’s Husband Home》Bringing the Nation's Husband Home
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Chapter 105
Truthfully speaking, that was when he started to think about how he could work hard to make money .
Just like what the male broadcaster said – love can’t be measured by money, but without money, love would be impossible . For him, becoming a better person was to be able to love her .
Furthermore, he loved that version of her – the girl who didn’t come from an ordinary family, but a wealthy one .
Truthfully speaking, he wasn’t much of a talker, so he didn’t enjoy hanging out with classmates . But every time Xu Jiamu went out, he would call her, so he would go regardless .
It goes to show that it was a good idea to go out, because later, he found out that she wanted to go to university in Hangzhou .
Hangzhou was so big, and there were quite a few good universities . She didn’t mention which one she wanted to go to, but even if they didn’t go to the same university, at least they’d be in the same city . Hence, when the SAT scores came out, he applied for three universities in Hangzhou without any hesitation .
Facts have proven, there’s no such thing as the worst, but there’s the worst of the worst . Though she said she was going to Hangzhou, she actually stayed in Beijing .
From then on, they lived in two separate places .
When he left for Hangzhou, Xu Jiamu asked why he didn’t stay in Beijing . All he could say to brush him off was that he was scouted in Hengdian to shoot a movie .
Back then, he was in a terrible mood up until she, Xu Jiamu, and even Qiao Anxia came to Hangzhou . That was also when he learned about the luxurious life she lived . No matter if it was what she used or what she wore, it was expensive . Back then, their stars weren’t aligned in the slightest . He felt immensely pressured .
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After that, she would often go to Hangzhou, and with every trip, he would treat her to a meal .
At the time, she never knew that there was a poor man, who scraped his wallets to pay for her bills .
Nor did she know that, one meal of hers was a month of his pay .
On his fourth year of university, when his acting career was picking up, he received a text from her saying that she’d lost her wallet and was alone at Hangzhou South station . At the time, it was heavily raining in Hengdian . He didn’t even change out of his clothes before renting a black car and rushing over .
That night was the first time in their lives where they shared a room .
That night, she slept well with a smile on her face, while he had to hide in the bathroom a few times in the middle of the night .
That night, she didn’t know it, but he secretly stole a kiss . After the kiss, he said deep down that he would take responsibility for it .
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When Lu Jinnian’s car entered the city, it was still raining heavily, but he no longer dared to continue reminisce about the past .
At her birthday party, Song Xiangsi asked him who Qiao Anhao was to him .
He hadn’t replied .
If he were to reply now . . .
Qiao Anhao . . She was his deep, forbidden love .
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