I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 22 Old, Ugly and Bald (2)_1

Chapter 22: Chapter 22 Old, Ugly and Bald (2)_1

[Wild Grass]: "Hold on, I’m rooting for you!"

[Your Grace, I’m Damn Handsome]: "Heh!"

[Your Grace, I’m Damn Handsome]: "Little auntie, are you okay?"

[Wild Grass]: "An’an, are you okay?"

"..."

Just as Xia Wan’an was about to type "Not so good", she was interrupted by Zhang Te, the assistant who had just ended a phone call. He called out "Mr. Han" and was about to speak to Han Jingnian. However, he caught a glimpse of Xia Wan’an’s phone screen, laughed out loud and mistakeningly said, "Madam, this group name of yours is really interesting..."

The thought made Xia Wan’an’s heart skip a beat, and without hesitation, she locked her phone screen.

Zhang Te’s eyes weren’t sharp enough to recognize the group name, right?

While Xia Wan’an was pondering this, Zhang Te, still grinning ear to ear, asked, "Heartbreaker with pale complexion...who does this refer to?"

Xia Wan’an’s hand trembled, narrowly avoiding hitting Zhang Te’s face with her phone.

Was Zhang Te the type of person who couldn’t keep quiet?

After replying to Zhang Te with an awkward yet polite smile, Xia Wan’an quickly tried to misdirect, "It’s about a man who shamelessly slept with a woman and then mistreated her, a classic case of ’hit and run’..."

Perhaps feeling guilty, Xia Wan’an felt as if she were obviously referring to Han Jingnian. In haste she added, "...The man is old, ugly, and bald...and feminine, hence the term ’with a pale complexion’..."

"This man really doesn’t deserve to be a man, a typical jerk!" Zhang Te obviously looked down upon the man Xia Wan’an described.

Relieved, Xia Wan’an nodded and said "Yes", without adding anything else.

Only then did Zhang Te recall the business he had intended to discuss and called out "Mr. Han" before beginning to talk about the recent phone call.

Xia Wan’an stayed silent as they began to talk business.

Because Zhang Te had seen the group name earlier, she dared not check her phone again.

They were discussing work, which she found uninteresting, so she stared blankly at Han Jingnian’s reflection in the rearview mirror for a while before resting her head against the car window and falling asleep.

When their conversation was almost over, Han Jingnian glanced sidelong during his speech and only then noticed the unusual quietness next to him. If it weren’t for her presence, he would have thought he was alone as usual.

She was asleep, her hair falling over half of her face, only allowing him to see her upturned nose.

The tip of her nose was very white and it seemed to glow in the dark car.

"Mr. Han?" The assistant, who was focused on driving, hadn’t noticed the situation in the rear seat. Seeing that Han Jingnian had stopped talking, he reminded him.

Han Jingnian came to his senses, blinked, and coolly returned his gaze to the computer screen, continuing where he left off.

"Madam? Madam?"

The one who woke Xia Wan’an was Zhang Te.

She opened her eyes in confusion, asked, "Are we there?", and then quickly got out of the car.