I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 59: The Most Drunken Wretch Tonight (1)_1

Chapter 59: Chapter 59: The Most Drunken Wretch Tonight (1)_1

Han Jingnian raised his head, stared at the spotlight overhead for a while, then changed his shoes and went into the house.

The living room, nearly a hundred square meters in size, was empty. At first glance, it was devoid of any signs of life.

He didn’t linger in the living room, went straight to the bedroom and pushed open the door. The room remained in darkness. He turned on the light and quickly swept his gaze around the room. The two-meter-wide bed was clean and tidy. A throw pillow had fallen onto the floor from the couch. A glass on the coffee table was half-filled with water, and a window on the balcony was half-open... Everything was as it was when he left in the afternoon.

Han Jingnian slightly furrowed his brow and walked to the bathroom, then to the dressing room, the guest room, the study, the dining room, the kitchen... It was only after he had checked every corner of his more than 300 square meter house that he realized she hadn’t returned home yet.

But... if Han Zhijin had already come back, why hadn’t she?

Han Jingnian opened the refrigerator to see one row after another of Yakult.

What...was this stuff? Was she always drinking this?

Han Jingnian hesitated for a moment, then took a bottle of Yakult out, peeled off the seal, sat on the couch, and patiently waited while sipping on it.

Having finished a bottle of Yakult, the door remained as silent as ever, with no sign of being opened.

He glanced at the entrance without moving his gaze for a while, then went to the dining room and grabbed another row of Yakult.

When another row of empty bottles was laid before him, Xia Wan’an still had not come home. Turning to look at the time on the wall, it was already approaching two in the morning...

With a gloomy face, he sat silently in the living room for a while before he finally could not resist and took out his phone.

He flipped open his contacts, found her number, stared at the screen for a while, but finally dialed Han Zhijin’s number.

The call was answered immediately. Han Zhijin’s voice sounded tired and faint, "Uncle, are you checking up on me? I am reflecting on my actions, if you don’t believe me, you can video call me..."

"Where is she?" Han Jingnian ignored Han Zhijin’s words and asked bluntly.

"Who are you talking about?" Han Zhijin was puzzled.

"Who do you think?" Han Jingnian’s voice was cold as he asked word by word.

Han Zhijin shivered, "Uncle, don’t let me guess, just tell me directly what you want me to say, and I will repeat verbatim..."

Han Jingnian impatiently cut off Han Zhijin’s words, "Han Zhijin, where is she? You are home, why hasn’t she come back yet?"

"Oh, you’re talking about Auntie," Han Zhijin finally caught on, "Auntie won’t be coming home tonight, didn’t she tell you?"

At these words, Han Jingnian’s face turned grim.

Han Zhijin on the other end of the phone, clueless to the dangerous air, continued without any sense of self-preservation, "Auntie is with her friends. You know her friends, right? Auntie is going to stay at her friend’s place tonight. They bought lots of beer. Auntie said that tonight, she will be the greatest drinker in all of Beijing..."

Han Jingnian: "..."

Han Zhijin: "Uncle, do you have anything else? If not, could we negotiate the duration of my reflection time..."

"Twenty hours!"

Before Han Zhijin could finish his sentence, Han Jingnian, with a stern face, threw out a warning in these five words and hung up the phone.