Bringing the Nation's Husband Home

When she walked into the living room, Xu Jiamu didn’t even glance back at her. He just pointed at the sofa and signaled for her to take a seat, after which he went over in front of the drinks dispenser and got a cup of water.

Holding onto his cup, Xu Jiamu turned around and looked at Song Xiangsi, who stood stunned in the center of the living room. His brows furrowed, but he didn’t offer her a seat again, walking up to her instead and offering her the cup. "What do you need me to help you with?"

Song Xiangsi didn’t take the cup from his hand, but raised her pale face to stare up into his eyes. Without hesitation, she let slip, "I need your blood."

Because of her words, Xu Jiamu’s hand abruptly trembled, causing the warm water from the cup in his hand to splatter onto his sleeves, leaving rings of watermarks.

In just a second, he got himself together and his brows twitched. "Need my blood?"

"Yes." Song Xiangsi nodded vigorously, and her expression grew increasingly panicked. She didn’t wait for him to ask on, but continued on her own tangent. "Please, come with me to the district hospital, okay? Today at Ring South Road, Jiang Licheng was driving and he got into an car accident..."

"So you’ve come here to save your husband?" Xu Jiamu suddenly interrupted. His stare became a little intense.

Song Xiangsi was stunned, as she realized that she almost let slip that Xu Jiamu had the same blood type as Little Red Bean, which was why she was begging him to save her.

When she rushed to the hospital, Little Red Bean was being resuscitated. The doctor told her that the girl had lost a lot of blood. The hospital’s reserve wasn’t enough, and that she should consider finding someone with the same blood type otherwise she could die.

At the time, when she heard the words ’she could die’, she was instantly stunned. The only person who came to mind with the same blood type as Little Red Bean was Xu Jiamu, so without a second thought, she rushed over to him.

If Xu Jiamu hadn’t just suddenly interrupted, she might’ve actually let the truth out...

Song Xiangsi paused for over a minute before finally lowering her eyes. Without any explanation, she softly cried, "I beg you to drop by the hospital. Please?"

Xu Jiamu silently stared at her for a long time.

He thought back to just how arrogant her attitude was a few hours ago at The Capital Club. So heartless, so cold. Compared to how flustered she was now, she was practically two different people.

So it wasn’t that she didn’t have a heart, it was just that her heart wasn’t with him...

Xu Jiamu’s grip on his cup started to tighten little by little.

His gaze upon her became dark and emotionless. Song Xiangsi couldn’t figure out what he was thinking.

The room was silent for about half a minute. Song Xiangsi, who missed Little Red Bean dearly, couldn’t help but cry out, "Jiamu, please come with me, okay?"

As she said this, she lunged forward and grabbed his wrist.

But before she could touch his sleeve, he suddenly jerked back. He turned his head, and without so much as a glance at her, he slowly put his cup of water on the coffee table. His voice was flat and calm. "Sorry, I’m not interested."

When he finished speaking, he pointed at the door, as though to see a guest out. "Mrs. Song, please find someone else to help you."