Chapter 937

Xu Jiamu and Song Xiangsi returned to Beijing seven days after Father Song's passing .

They had an early flight that day, and arrived at Beijing at one in the afternoon .

Xu Jiamu's car was parked at Beijing Airport, so he drove Song Xiangsi back to Su Yuan apartments .

On their way there, the roads were clear, and they reached their destination in no less than forty minutes .

Before they got out of the car, Song Xiangsi turned her head and shot Xu Jiamu a rare gentle smile . Even the words from her mouth sounded sweet and gentle . "Jiamu, thank you for your time . "

He unlocked the car door and smiled back at her . He stared at her for a while, then said, "If anything happens, you can contact me at any time . My phone number hasn't changed . "

After a pause, he also added, "Do you still remember my phone number? If you can't remember . . . "

Xu Jiamu searched around in car, then pulled out a business card, and handed it to Song Xiangsi . "This has all my contact details on it . "

Song Xiangsi didn't reach out to take it, but continued to smile at Xu Jiamu .

He blinked twice at her, then looked down at his own business card . After a while, he added, "Xiangsi, I promised your father that I'd take good care of you . Keep my contact details . If there's anything you need, anytime . . . "

"Jiamu," she interrupted suddenly . "I called the director . We'll continue shooting the commercial tomorrow . "

"Didn't I say? Take a few days off when we get back to Beijing . There's no hurry . . . " Xu Jiamu furrowed his brows .

"Jiamu," Song Xiangsi interrupted him again . "Jiamu, the commercial will be finished in about a week . Next Wednesday I have to go back to America . . "

Xu Jiamu stared at her expression, suddenly stunned . After a long while, he finally asked, "Back to America?"

"Yeah," she softly replied, then didn't say anything .

This time, she came back just for her father's illness . Now that he had passed away, she should be going .

She was really thankful to him being here for her, helping her, and taking care of her all this time, but they had broken up after all .

It was silent in the car . Xu Jiamu didn't say a word for a long time now, so Song Xiangsi spoke again . "If there's nothing else, I'll be off . "

Xu Jiamu stared straight ahead at the road, as though he may or may not have heard what she said . Then gave a gentle nod .

"Goodbye . " Song Xiangsi pushed open the door and got out the car . She closed the door behind her, turned around, and went into the Su Yuan residential district .

Xu Jiamu stayed in the car without moving a muscle . His hand trembled violently, as he clutched onto his business card .

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The day after they returned to Beijing, Xu Jiamu went to the Xu Enterprise . With him being away for about ten days, work had piled up . He had three consecutive top management meetings in one day, and his hand was sore from signing urgent documents . In the evening, he had to do overtime, and ended up sleeping in the office .

Work was hectic for four days straight, before he could finally finish it all . It was the weekend, and yet eighty percent of his time was taken from him .

When things get busy, you deliberately stop thinking about unrelated stuff and feeling sad, but when you're free, the more you think about it, the more crushed you feel . To find something to do, Xu Jiamu went to meet up with a client in the evening . He was at Xiangyuan seafood stall when he bumped into Song Xiangsi, who he hadn't seen for a few days .