I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 884 - 882 No Matter What Happens, I Will Be with You (2)

Chapter 884: Chapter 882 No Matter What Happens, I Will Be with You (2)

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The courier drove the car, following the traffic, and continued driving forward.

Xia Wan’an recognized the familiar landmarks outside the window and knew that the courier was heading towards the suburbs.

Song Youman’s waters had broken; she must be taken to the hospital for delivery immediately. This was her first child, and without a professional doctor by her side, if mishandled, it would be all too easy to create a life-threatening disaster... Since her appearance, it was clear that the courier was here for Song Youman, not for her. If it had been her, then she might have guessed that Chi Yao might be behind it, but Song Youman had no grudges with Chi Yao. Those dirty deeds, logically, should not reach Song Youman...

Xia Wan’an quietly pondered for a while and felt that it was more likely the courier was after money, so she tried to speak up, "Hey, bro, are you doing this for money?"

The courier kept his eyes straight ahead, focused on driving, and completely ignored Xia Wan’an.

Xia Wan’an continued trying to persuade the courier. "Bro, if you’re doing this for money, I can give you... any amount of money, as long as you let the pregnant woman go..."

"Have you ever heard this saying? Don’t harm the old, the weak, the pregnant, or the disabled. Look, the pregnant woman is about to give birth. Continuing this madness could end up costing two lives, or even three. You wouldn’t want to have blood on your hands, would you? So why don’t you find a hospital to let the pregnant woman off, and I’ll go with you, okay?"

"Rest assured, whatever the pregnant woman is worth, I am worth the same..."

"..."

Xia Wan’an said a lot, but it was as if she were speaking to air; the driving courier didn’t utter a single word, not even a glance in her direction.

Xia Wan’an gradually became more alert; this courier was clearly not after money but had been professionally trained. In other words, he was being paid to do a job with a sense of professionalism, although applying such professionalism here seemed to kind of insult the term itself.

As they drove further out of the city, the road conditions improved, and after exiting the expressway at the Sixth Ring Road, the car sped up to 120 miles per hour.

As the distance from the city grew, Xia Wan’an tried to appear calm on the surface, but her anxiety was mounting inside.

In the city, after escaping trouble, they could quickly find a car to take Song Youman to the hospital, but now that they were outside the city, if they reached a deserted place where even birds won’t poop, and if Song Youman had a special condition, it would be very difficult to save her...

Song Youman, whose lips had lost all their color from pain, was shaking violently, unable to speak properly anymore. Several times, she moved her lips with effort, and the sounds that came out were fragmented, "An’an... it hurts so much... it hurts, An’an..."

"Youman, bear with it, Youman... don’t worry, I’ll find a way to save you... hold on, Youman..." Xia Wan’an was already anxious, and seeing Song Youman like this made her even more panicked, her own speech becoming somewhat disjointed.

Xia Wan’an knew that the more emotional Song Youman became, the more danger she was in. Just as she was thinking about how to calm her down, the car suddenly came to an abrupt halt.

Song Youman’s body lurched forward, and just as her head was about to hit the seatback in front of her, Xia Wan’an instinctively stretched out her hand to protect Song Youman’s head without hesitation.

The hand that served as a cushion for Xia Wan’an throbbed with a piercing pain, but before it subsided, the rear car door was furiously yanked open by the courier, "Get out!"