I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 314: Brother, how much do you charge for one night? (2)_1

Chapter 314: Chapter 314: Brother, how much do you charge for one night? (2)_1

"How much do you charge for a night?"

Han Jingnian hesitated for two seconds before he realized what this question implied, his face immediately turned grim.

Xia Wan’an, who was utterly drunk in the front seat, hadn’t noticed any danger. She swung her legs back and forth, tilting her head back, and released another bright laughter at Han Jingnian: "Hey, Mister, would ten bucks be okay for the night?"

As she spoke, Xia Wan’an started counting on her fingers, "1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10..."

Then she held up seven tender and white fingers to Han Jingnian, "...See, this is ten, would ten bucks work for you? I can’t pay more..."

For the first time in his life, Han Jingnian, who was being harassed on the streets, watched the drunk girl, breathed deeply twice, and then tightened his face and said in a low voice: "No need for money!"

"Huh? No need for money?" Xia Wan’an rolled her eyes, withdrew the seven fingers she had stretched forward. She tilted her head and stared at Han Jingnian for a while, then belched, "Well, forget it then, Mister, pretend I never asked you that question, because... you get what you pay for."

Han Jingnian’s face looked even worse than before, his chest noticeably rising and falling, trying hard to restrain himself from engaging with her drunken nonsense.

Coming out of the bar after paying the bill, Zhang Te, who had no idea what the two by the roadside were up to, only heard Xia Wan’an saying, "You get what you pay for," and curiously asked, "Madam, what do you mean by ’You get what you pay for’?"

Han Jingnian’s icy gaze immediately swung to Zhang Te.

Zhang Te shivered in fear, had he said something wrong?

Upon hearing his voice, Xia Wan’an looked at Zhang Te. She blinked at him and then slid down the car.

Han Jingnian reached out to support her as she might fall. When Xia Wan’an stood steady on the ground, she promptly slapped away Han Jingnian’s arm, then staggered over to Zhang Te, "Mister, what’s your Chinese zodiac sign?"

Mister? Is Madame drunk and confused?

Zhang Te reflexively glanced at Han Jingnian, then his legs began shaking even more, even causing his response to Xia Wan’an to tremble, "Madame, I was born in the year of the Dog."

"Nonsense! You clearly belong to me!"

Zhang Te nearly fell to his knees.

This wasn’t Madame being tipsy, this was Madame trying to take someone’s life when she got drunk!

He had a premonition that he might be going to Africa to see diamonds just like Young Master Zhijin...

He didn’t even have the courage to respond to Xia Wan’an, and looked directly to Han Jingnian, "Mr. Han, Madame... she’s drunk, drunk..."

Before he could finish that last word, Xia Wan’an had already grabbed the collar of Zhang Te’s shirt.

Zhang Te instinctively attempted to pull Xia Wan’an’s hand away, but when his fingertips were about ten centimeters from her hand, he already felt the suffocating murderous aura, so he was scared and immediately withdrew his hand.

Han Jingnian, standing behind Xia Wan’an, held her hand and unfolded her fingers from Zhang Te’s collar one by one.

Throughout this process, Han Jingnian stared at Zhang Te with fierce eyes, as if anyone who dared to touch the woman in his arms should die. Yet the pressure he applied on her hand was surprisingly gentle. Even when her hair accidentally caught on one of Zhang Te’s buttons, he didn’t hesitate to tear off that button. Then, bending over, he lifted her in his arms, turned to Zhang Te, and said: "Change your shirt and never wear it again!"