I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 782: Every Sentence is a Calculation, Every Step is a Trap (2)_1

Chapter 782: Chapter 782: Every Sentence is a Calculation, Every Step is a Trap (2)_1

Upon leaving the dining room and heading straight for the bedroom, Xia Wan’an quickly trotted a short distance before stopping in her tracks.

Damn, dealing with Han Jingnian was far more troublesome than dealing with Ai Jiang!

Every sentence from him was a tactic, every move he made was a trap!

Thank goodness she quickly caught on. If she had really rushed into the bedroom, gathered the first aid kit, and then returned to him, then...

Deep down, Xia Wan’an cursed Han Jingnian thoroughly before frantically retracing her steps back to the entrance of the dining room, "Oh right, Mr. Han, you didn’t tell me where the first aid kit was?"

Han Jingnian looked at the wound in his palm, his lips tightened in apparent disappointment.

However, such a change in his expression only lasted for a moment. Soon, as if he didn’t feel the pain in his palm, he calmly looked up at Xia Wan’an, "It’s in the drawer under the bedroom TV."

"I see, Mr. Han, please wait..." With this information, Xia Wan’an darted off to the bedroom.

The moment she pushed open the bedroom door, her hand clutching the doorknob shook violently.

The bedroom was set up exactly the same way as when she used to live there. Every item remained unchanged, including the skincare products she used that were still untouched on the vanity...

Xia Wan’an hesitated at the doorway for a moment before entering. She confidently found and took the first aid kit. As she was leaving, she glanced through the open door at the dressing room. Her clothes and bags were still laid out exactly as she had left them... Everything was as if she had never left.

Returning to the entrance of the dining room, Xia Wan’an took a deep breath before stepping in.

"Mr. Han, is this the first aid kit?" Xia Wan’an asked, squatting down in front of Han Jingnian.

Han Jingnian seemed to not hear her, giving no response.

Xia Wan’an opened the first aid kit, took out a bottle of alcohol, and handed it to Han Jingnian, "Mr. Han, let’s disinfect the wound first."

Han Jingnian finally snapped back to reality, took the alcohol bottle, and then did nothing more.

Xia Wan’an was stunned, then realized what Han Jingnian meant. She quickly stretched out her hand to help him open the bottle cap.

As Han Jingnian poured the alcohol on his palm, Xia Wan’an winced in sympathy. However, he seemed to feel no pain at all, not even flinching.

After disinfecting the wound, Xia Wan’an sprinkled some hemostatic and anti-inflammatory powder on Han Jingnian’s wound, covered it with a thin layer of gauze, and then simply bandaged it. "Mr. Han, just to be safe, please go see a doctor later. The wound looks pretty deep."

Han Jingnian didn’t speak, but grunted in acknowledgment, then got up.

Xia Wan’an quickly cleaned up the trash on the floor, then stood up as well.

Without any further delay, Han Jingnian picked up a bag nearby, said "Let’s go" to Xia Wan’an, and walked towards the dining room door.

The bag he was carrying was transparent, and it was filled with porridge... a big bag of it...

After they left the house and got into the elevator, Han Jingnian noticed Xia Wan’an’s gaze kept darting to the trash bag he was carrying. He then spoke, with a dull tone, "This is the porridge I cooked for my wife... I cook it every day..."

Xia Wan’an didn’t expect Han Jingnian to suddenly speak, and she instinctively looked at him.

As if he didn’t notice her gaze, Han Jingnian kept talking on his own, "I wish, someday when I return home in the evening, just like before, the thermal pot is empty."

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