I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 889 - 887 Did You Understand? (1)

Chapter 889: Chapter 887 Did You Understand? (1)

"These are not the main points; the main point is the words I’m about to say, you need to remember every single word!"

"I need Song Youman to stay alive, no matter what method you use, she has to stay alive. If I am able to return alive, and she’s suffered any harm, I’ll kill you; if I can’t make it back alive, and I bump into her in the Netherworld, I’ll turn into a fierce ghost and torment you to death every night!"

"Got it?"

When Xia Wan’an uttered the last four words, they were practically squeezed from between her clenched teeth.

Han Zhijin actually found this woman in front of him somewhat annoying; he felt that her presence had stolen his little aunt’s place in his uncle’s heart. Yet at this moment, as she spoke those words, he felt a sense of closeness, as if he were seeing his little aunt in her.

Xia Wan’an saw that Han Zhijin was staring at her, silent for ages, so she gripped his collar even tighter: "Did you understand what I said?"

Han Zhijin snapped back to reality, nodding vigorously twice, "Got it."

Pausing for a moment, Han Zhijin then said, "Don’t worry, I will protect her."

Even without your words, I would still protect her.

Xia Wan’an then gradually released the grip she had on Han Zhijin’s collar, then she lowered her head to glance at Song Youman, muttered a soft "thank you," and before Han Zhijin could react, she turned and walked away.

Just like she had said to Song Youman while they were confined in that small room, ever since the day they were born, Song Youman was always one hour older. Thus, she was always showing off and protecting Xia Wan’an from childhood... Now finally, nobody would compete for that role, finally it was her turn to unabashedly show off and protect her just once.

...

That woman disappeared very quickly, vanishing without trace in the blink of an eye.

Han Zhijin was somewhat worried, but he was more worried about Song Youman in his arms. He didn’t dare to move; he quietly listened to the sounds around him. Since it was a suburban area and night was falling, it was extremely quiet, and even faint sounds could travel far. Soon after, he heard a scream; he recognized it – it was the sound of that woman named Xia Wanwan, accidently made while impersonating Song Youman.

That sound, audible from far away, naturally could be heard by others too, and soon other noises erupted.

"The sound seems to be coming from over there..."

"Quick, let’s check it out..."

"I see that pregnant woman, she’s running westward, chase her..."

Many footsteps infiltrated Han Zhijin’s ears, some from a great distance away, others from not far from him, but soon those sounds disappeared towards the west.

Han Zhijin knew the girl had led the people away; when all was silent around him, he carried Song Youman out from a shipping container, swiftly ran to the roadside, opened the car door, and carefully placed Song Youman inside.

After climbing into the car, he started the vehicle while taking his phone to make a call.

...

The reason Han Jingnian had agreed to his grandmother’s request to meet President Chen’s friend’s daughter was because she greatly resembled Xia Wan’an. But when he actually met her, even though she had the exact same face as Xia Wan’an, Han Jingnian felt that this woman named Su Ying was nothing like Xia Wan’an.

The meal, of course, was tasteless.

Old Madam Han and President Chen found an excuse to leave, leaving only him and Su Ying alone together.

He had no intention of starting a conversation, and perhaps out of embarrassment, Su Ying also remained quiet.

The atmosphere inside the private room was quiet and awkward.

Su Ying watched Han Jingnian for a while but finally couldn’t help herself and took the initiative to speak, "Mr. Han, did you study in America?"

It seemed as if Han Jingnian hadn’t heard, showing no reaction, but his attention was drawn to a bag hanging nearby.

That bag belonged to Su Ying, an old model, the first gift he had given to Xia Wan’an... But this one was black, whereas the one he had given An’an was white.

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