I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 290 The waist is thinner, the chest is smaller (2)_1

Chapter 290: Chapter 290 The waist is thinner, the chest is smaller (2)_1

"I’ve finished washing the fruit——"

Accompanied by the dwindling sound of running water in the bathroom, Xia Wan’an’s voice suddenly rang out. The figurative clash of swords that was taking place between Han Jingnian and Song Youman vanished within a second, supplanted by an image of them seeming to be in perfect harmony.

"Mr. Han, I heard that you obtained two PhD degrees in America when you were just eighteen. Truly a dragon among men!"

"Miss Song, you flatter me."

"No, not at all, Mr. Han is genuinely impressive."

"Miss Song, you’re also impressive. As far as I know, at a very young age, you took on the position of General Manager at Song’s Corporation. Quite commendable."

"Mr. Han, you’re over-praising. I was just fortunate to have a good father."

"Miss Song, you’re too modest. Luck is also a part of one’s strength."

While Xia Wan’an was cutting the fruits, she listened to their conversation. Something seemed off, but she couldn’t pinpoint what: "..."

When she brought the fruits over, Xia Wan’an scrutinized each of their faces.

One was radiantly beautiful, the other’s countenance was calm as a placid water surface.

Uh... they both looked their best, but why did she get the impression that the room was thick with tension?

Holding two fruit forks, Xia Wan’an couldn’t help but ask, "You two... are you okay?"

Both of them, who were accepting the forks, were startled simultaneously. Song Youman immediately shook her head: "We’re fine."

Simultaneously, Han Jingnian responded in a calm and composed manner: "No issues."

Xia Wan’an simply replied with "Oh", thinking that maybe her intuition was off and then encouraged them to eat the fruits.

Song Youman snatched a piece of pineapple that Han Jingnian was about to take and quickly popped it into her mouth: "Mr. Han, you are so fortunate. You have such a virtuous wife. She has cut the fruits so beautifully."

Without changing his expression, Han Jingnian nodded, skewered a piece of banana, and slowly brought it to his mouth: "Miss Song, we’re both fortunate. You have such a thoughtful best friend who picked out such delicious fruits."

"There’s no comparison to your luck, Mr. Han. You get to spend your remaining life with such a beautiful and captivating wife."

"Miss Song, you’re even luckier, having such a gentle and adorable best friend since birth."

Xia Wan’an looked from left to right, and then from right to left: "..."

The two of them, one stunningly gorgeous, the other exquisitely attractive.

Yet why did she feel like they were so terrifyingly imposing at this very moment?

Only after repeatedly confirming that the people in front of her were truly Han Jingnian and Song Youman did Xia Wan’an venture to inquire again: "You two... are you sure you’re okay?"

Song Youman laughed: "Of course, why would we not be okay?"

Han Jingnian responded succinctly: "No."

Xia Wan’an reduced a strawberry to mush with her fork: "Then why don’t I believe you?"

Song Youman: "An’an, this is just your misconception. We’re really fine. I’m just extremely satisfied with Mr. Han, so I might have gotten a little carried away."

Han Jingnian nodded in agreement and uttered, "Your best, best, best friend is really good."

Xia Wan’an just said "Oh,". Had her sixth sense been off again? Why did she feel like their fruit-eating affair was brimming with tension!

As Xia Wan’an continued to absently poke at the strawberry while deep in thought, the door of the hospital room was pushed open once again.

And in walked, Han Zhijin... who Song Youman hadn’t seen in four days.

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