I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 54: I Am Your Way Out (2)_1

Chapter 54: Chapter 54: I Am Your Way Out (2)_1

"We should be there soon, there might be a bit of a traffic jam..." Song Youman said. Thinking of Xia Wan’an’s recent comment, "In two years of marriage, he has not given me a dime," she could not help but mentally rip Han Jingnian to shreds again. Then she asked, "An’an, in these two years, that heartless pretty boy has not given you a single cent? Where did you get your spending money? Or was it what your parents gave you..."

Xia Wan’an shook her head, "No. I’ve been married, I can’t keep taking my parents’ money. I earn my own money and I saved quite a bit when I was in university..."

Song Youman curiously asked, "How much did you save?"

Xia Wan’an, who was on the verge of falling asleep, mumbled, "Sorry, I can’t tell you."

Song Youman bristled, "Why not?"

"I’m afraid you’ll borrow money from me." Xia Wan’an protected her small bag, which she always carried with her, then continued to comfortably fall asleep.

Song Youman: "..."

Song Youman said angrily, "Xia Wan’an, don’t sleep now. Wake up and explain to me, am I that kind of person?"

Xia Wan’an, shaken awake, seriously looked at Song Youman, "You are."

Song Youman: "..."

Xia Wan’an added, "And you borrow money but never return it. If you don’t borrow, you rob!"

Song Youman: "..."

Xia Wan’an continued to attack, "you’ve always been like this. In first grade, you borrowed five yuan from me and still haven’t paid it back. In third grade, you took ten yuan from me to buy candied haws after school and share them with me. But when you had sports class, you pretended to have a stomachache, sneaked off to buy candied haws, and hogged them all to yourself..."

Song Youman: "..."

Song Youman: "Xia, Wan, An!"

"What is it?" Before Song Youman could blow her top, a soft and weak voice interrupted her.

Song Youman shut up. Xia Wan’an opened her eyes and the two simultaneously looked behind them.

It was Ai Jiang. She was wearing a goose yellow dress and a pair of white shoes. She looked much more stylish than before.

"Ai Jiang, you’re finally here. Sit down, sit down..."

After greeting each other, Song Youman called the waiter to serve the dishes and started venting to Ai Jiang about how Xia Wan’an had gone too far.

Xia Wan’an propped her arm on the dining table, listening to Song Youman’s voice, and casually closed her eyes again.

"Are we ordering now? Aren’t we waiting for Han Zhijin? Shouldn’t we wait for him to order together?" Ai Jiang asked softly.

"No need to wait, he’s just here to pay the bill. Why should we wait for him?" Song Youman said, while ordering dish after dish from the menu, "This, this, and this... make sure there’s no green onions, because our An’an doesn’t eat onions..."

After the waiter left, Song Youman and Ai Jiang discussed Ai Jiang’s new job for a while. Suddenly, as if she remembered something, Ai Jiang turned to the sleeping Xia Wan’an and asked, "Wan’an, where were you last night and this morning?"