I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 737: Thank You for Being Here (1)_1

Chapter 737: Chapter 737: Thank You for Being Here (1)_1

"How do I put it, it’s like that popular song from a while ago..."

Having said this, Xia Wan’an, not wanting to stay immersed in such feelings of sadness for too long, lightens the mood by singing a few lines: "Thank you for once dropping by, even if you were just a passerby, I still can’t let go..."

Then she immediately changed the subject, "Stop talking about me. Let’s talk about you instead..."

"Me? What is there to talk about me?"

Xia Wan’an pointed at Song Youman’s belly with a knowing smile but remained silent.

Song Youman noticed Xia Wan’an’s gesture and understood what she was trying to ask. Her eyes flickered nervously: "Are you asking about the baby’s name?"

"Don’t pretend, you know what I really want to ask..."

Song Youman pursed her lips and remained silent.

Xia Wan’an looked at Song Youman for a while, "So, the baby’s almost due, and the baby’s father still does not acknowledge it?"

A hint of sadness flashed in Song Youman’s eyes, but she quickly laughed it off: "What’s all this about acknowledging? The baby and I only need you, we don’t need a dad."

Xia Wan’an could see that Song Youman did not want to talk about it, so like before, she did not probe further out of curiosity. Instead, she extended her hand and held Song Youman’s in silent support: "Youman, as always, if you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t ask, but please remember, you still have me."

Song Youman smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Of course I remember; I still have you because you’re rich!"

Xia Wan’an chuckled, then suddenly thought of Han Zhijin and asked: "By the way, Youman, how’s Zhijin doing lately?"

"Him? He’s doing pretty good, eating, drinking, and having the time of his life." As Song Youman said this, her eyes darted away and a flash of anger crossed her face.

Xia Wan’an recalled the blind dates Han Zhijin’s grandmother and mother were arranging for him before she left and couldn’t help but voice her surprise: "Still enjoying himself? Isn’t he supposed to be going on blind dates? Surely he hasn’t failed to find someone yet?"

Blind dates?

Song Youman’s fingertips trembled slightly.

It’s been a long, long time since Han Zhijin had returned to the apartment below hers. She hadn’t seen him for a good while, so she wasn’t up to date with his life. Occasionally, she saw from his social media circle that he was out clubbing or drinking at bars, or strolling around an overseas hotel with a cigarette...

While she was suffering from morning sickness, he was living it up; as her belly grew and her mobility decreased, he was still having fun; now that she was nearing labor and needed someone by her side, she had hired a considerate nanny to live-in, and he was still living carelessly...

She always thought that he pretended that night never happened because he wasn’t ready to stop having fun, because he wanted to remain a free spirit.

Now, she realized how foolish she had been!

He’s been on blind dates... and he’s been on them for a while now... It’s not that he doesn’t want to get married, it’s that... possibly he doesn’t want to marry her...

Seeing Song Youman with her eyes downcast and unresponsive for a while, Xia Wan’an quietly asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing," Song Youman looked up at Xia Wan’an with a dazzling smile on her face, "The baby just moved..."

"Really? Let me feel..." Xia Wan’an’s attention was successfully diverted.

Song Youman stared at Xia Wan’an, who bent over her belly, for a moment. Then she turned her gaze to a potted plant not far away. Somehow, she was reminded of the line Xia Wan’an sang just now: Thank you for once dropping by... once upon a time...