I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 425 Who are you to me, are you qualified? (1)_1

Chapter 425: Chapter 425 Who are you to me, are you qualified? (1)_1

As these thoughts flooded Song Youman’s mind, she sat in her car, parked underground, for a while before finally getting on the elevator.

When she reached her floor, before she even stepped out of the elevator, she saw him standing at her door...

Song Youman’s face stiffened, halting her steps as she was about to walk out of the elevator.

With his head hung low, lost in thought, Han Zhijin looked up at the sound of the elevator’s warning tone.

The moment their eyes met, both of them jolted slightly. But Song Youman quickly composed herself and exited the elevator casually.

As Song Youman approached, Han Zhijin’s expression relaxed, "Youman..."

Song Youman’s fingertips, holding her bag, trembled slightly. Her voice, however, was cool and steady, "What are you doing at my door so late? Don’t you need to go home and sleep?"

"I..." It took Han Zhijin a moment before he could answer her, "Youman, how have you been in the month and a half that I’ve been gone?"

"Can’t you see for yourself?" Song Youman snapped at Han Zhijin, exasperated.

Han Zhijin fell silent.

Song Youman stood in front of him for a while. Seeing that he said nothing, she started speaking: "I’m tired, you should go back downstairs."

With that, Song Youman raised her hand and entered the code for the door lock.

As the lock made its characteristic ’ka-chak’ sound, Song Youman grabbed the door handle, waited a moment, and seeing Han Zhijin still silent, she pushed the door open forcefully.

Just as she was going into the house, Han Zhijin finally spoke: "Youman!"

Song Youman stopped moving, but didn’t look back at Han Zhijin.

Han Zhijin stared at her profile for a moment, then finally asked the question that had been on his mind all night: "Are you really pregnant?"

Song Youman’s hand on the doorknob began to shake uncontrollably, yet a sense of unexpected joy washed over her.

Did this mean... He was going to acknowledge the child in her belly?

Suppressing her nervousness and anticipation, Song Youman nodded at Han Zhijin, "Yes, I’m pregnant."

Han Zhijin opened his mouth, his gaze uncontrollably falling on Song Youman’s flat belly. He fixated on it for a moment before asking, "Is it that guy He Che’s?"

It felt as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped on her head, chilling her body and her heart.

Song Youman didn’t respond to Han Zhijin’s question. Her grip on the doorknob tightened.

The metal knob dug into her hand, hurting her but she didn’t seem to feel it, as she continued to grip it tightly.

Seeing that Song Youman was still silent, Han Zhijin pursed his lips and spoke again: "Youman, do you know anything about him? How did you end up together so quickly? And you... didn’t you say you weren’t considering becoming a mother before thirty?"

Before Han Zhijin could finish, Song Youman turned sharply, her eyes burning with anger as she snapped at him: "Is this why you came here?"

"If that’s the case, fine! Let me tell you, I’ll do whatever I please! What’s it to you?"

"I..." Han Zhijin opened his mouth, then opened it again: "I care about you."

"Care about me?" Song Youman laughed as if she’d heard a hilarious joke: "Han Zhijin, who are you to me? What gives you the right to care about me?"