Bringing the Nation's Husband Home

When Xu Jiamu finished asking, he didn’t wait for Song Xiangsi’ response, and shot a glance at the wound on her arm.

He suddenly grabbed her arm, taking note of a ghastly graze. He furrowed his brows, then looked down at the wound on her leg, which creased his brows even tighter. "How did you fall like this, and not to take care of it?"

Song Xiangsi lowered her head, but didn’t make a peep and pulled her arm from his grip.

"Where’s your husband? Could he possibly not care about you?" There was a tinge of anger in Xu Jiamu’s words.

She still didn’t say a word.

Xu Jiamu stared at her for a while, then suddenly swept her off her feet, and walked towards the elevator.

He took her to a nearby hospital, whilst she still hadn’t registered how he suddenly turned up at her home in Seattle. The doctor soon finished giving her a check up.

According to Xu Jiamu’s orders, the doctor prescribed an ointment, then he carried her back to her home.

When they opened the door, Xu Jiamu entered the house without Song Xiangsi’s permission. He carried her straight in, then put her down on the sofa in the living room. He didn’t wait for her to react and pulled out the bottles from the plastic bag onto the floor. He skimmed through the English on the packaging, then grabbed a cotton swab, and took care of her wound.

From start to finish, the two of them didn’t exchange any words.

Song Xiangsi stared at Xu Jiamu without blinking.

He didn’t look up into her eyes until he finished applying medicine to her wound. "It’s best if you apply this ointment two times a day, so there won’t be any scarring."

As he said this, Xu Jiamu lowered his head again, he pointed at the bottles. "Apply this bottle first. It’s to kill bacteria. Then, apply this one. Got it?"

Xu Jiamu glanced at Song Xiangsi, and saw that she still had the same expression on her face. His brows creased, and he then grabbed a pen from the coffee table and marked the medical box. He also said in a flat voice, "I’ve clearly marked the instructions in order."

He put the pen down, and glanced over at the clock on the wall. It was already eight o’clock, then he asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

This time, Song Xiangsi finally had some kind of reaction. She shook her head gently at him.

Xu Jiamu didn’t say a word, but stood up and walked into the kitchen.

Song Xiangsi quietly sat on the living room sofa and listened to the sound of the kitchen vent . She stared outside the window.

Even though Song Xiangsi couldn’t cook, she had Little Red Bean, and so her kitchen was well prepared.

Xu Jiamu was always good at cooking. He used just forty minutes to make a well-balanced and nutritious breakfast table for Song Xiangsi.

He stood in front of the breakfast table, and served her a bowl of porridge. Then he glanced over at her sitting on the sofa and asked, "Can you walk over here?"

Song Xiangsi hurriedly nodded, quickly got up, and walked over to the breakfast table.

She randomly pulled out a chair and sat down. Xu Jiamu pushed the porridge in front of her.

The aroma wafted in, tempting her appetite. Song Xiangsi dazed out for a moment, then raised her eyes. She looked over to where Xu Jiamu was standing. "You want to eat together?"

Xu Jiamu replied in three seconds in a flat voice. "No."