I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 517: My Judgment is Just That Poor (1)_1

Chapter 517: Chapter 517: My Judgment is Just That Poor (1)_1

Song Youman looked into Han Zhijin’s eyes without any change in her expression, but her throbbing heart gradually became cold.

"Youman, He Che is a heartless womanizer. While he was with you, he was also entangled with other women... Youman, you must see this man for who he truly is..."

"Han Zhijin, did you come to see me just to say these things?" Song Youman suddenly interrupted, her voice extremely calm.

Han Zhijin opened his mouth, looking at Song Youman before he finally spoke: "I know that you might not be able to accept this at the moment, and I know you must be very upset, but Youman, realizing who he is now is better than falling deeper and deeper..."

"Thank you, Han Zhijin," Song Youman looked away, cutting him off once again before he could finish. "I appreciate your kindness. If there is nothing else, I would like to rest."

With that, Song Youman started closing the door.

Han Zhijin quickly stretched out his hand to stop the door from shutting: "Youman? What do you mean by ’accepting my kindness’?"

"Are you implying that you still want to be with him, even though you know what kind of person he is?"

Initially, in order to protect An’an’s happiness in the midst of the urgency, she claimed that the child in her womb was He Che’s. She was overjoyed when he came to her that evening. When he asked her if she was pregnant, she said yes, she was pregnant. She thought he would provide some explanation for that unspeakable night they spent together. But the next second, he asked, "Is the child He Che’s?"

Could it be that he actually believed that the child in her belly was He Che’s?

Song Youman stared at Han Zhijin for a long time before finally speaking, surprising even herself with the calmness of her voice: "Han Zhijin, I had a prenatal check-up today. An’an came with me. The doctor says the baby is three months old now and is already forming. An’an even saw the baby moving its hand, albeit clumsily..."

Han Zhijin glanced at Song Youman’s abdomen, which indeed showed slight signs of protrusion compared to before.

By telling him that the baby has already taken shape, was she implying that she couldn’t abort the child?

Han Zhijin furrowed his brows: "Are you saying that you’re going to compromise because of the child?"

Han Zhijin didn’t know what made him so irritated. His chest surged with anger: "Song Youman, are you crazy? The baby’s father is juggling two women, and you still want to compromise for him? Is he the only man in this world? Is your taste really so terrible that you must stick to him?"

She told him that the baby in her belly had been forming for three months... didn’t he understand her subtle hint, insisting that the baby’s father was He Che?

Song Youman suddenly felt utterly foolish for holding on to hope regarding Han Zhijin time and time again.

"Yes, my taste is terrible. He is the one I must be with!" After biting out these words through gritted teeth, Song Youman looked at Han Zhijin: "My taste is so terrible, I had to chose the baby’s father!"

With that, Song Youman raised her hand and slammed the door shut.

...

Time flew by and in the blink of an eye, it was the end of the month.

The annual "Yuerong Club" appreciation meeting also opened in Beijing with great fanfare.

The event started at eight o’clock in the evening. As it wasn’t a weekend, Xia Wan’an worked as usual at the office during the day.