I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 917 - 915: Miss Song, Your Husband Has Arrived (1)

Chapter 917: Chapter 915: Miss Song, Your Husband Has Arrived (1)

Han Zhijin, having made up his mind, drove his flashy sports car straight to the hospital where Song Youman was staying.

Halfway there, Han Zhijin couldn’t help feeling troubled again.

Although playing fool was quite shameless, Youman and her child were safe because of her. If he didn’t give her a heads up, what if Su Ying harmed her?

After thinking and thinking, at a red light, Han Zhijin couldn’t resist making a phone call to Xia Wanwan.

When he heard the sound of the call being connected, Han Zhijin realized what he had done, and instinctively wanted to hang up, but Xia Wanwan picked up, "What’s up?"

Xia Wan’an, on the other end, thinking about how Han Zhijin had just called her shameless three times, added three words, "Big nephew?"

Han Zhijin, like a lit stick of dynamite, exploded, "Who is your big nephew! I won’t allow you to call me that! The only person in this world who can call me big nephew is her!"

Xia Wan’an, purely out to tease Han Zhijin, had no idea he would react so explosively. She remained silent for quite a while before speaking without arguing, "...Is there something you wanted?"

Han Zhijin tightened his lips, his voice a mix of awkwardness and arrogance, "First, I want to tell you, I didn’t call you because I think you’re a good person. I called because I don’t like owing favors. In a word, just watch out for that face-stealer!"

"Face-stealer?" Xia Wan’an was quite surprised.

"Oh, Su Ying!" As he spoke, Han Zhijin emphasized again, "We’re even now, from now on I don’t owe you anything. You better thank yourself for boldly saving Youman back then, otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered calling!"

Hearing the draggy tone of Han Zhijin, Xia Wan’an instinctively wanted to retort him, "I saved Youman, not you, how does that make us even? What’s your relationship with Youman, running to repay her debts?"

"I..." Han Zhijin, stumped by Xia Wanwan’s barrage of questions, blushed, not knowing what to say.

After being speechless for a while, he burst out angrily, "Why do you have so many questions! You are so annoying! I wish I hadn’t called you at all, do you know how guilty I feel about calling you? I feel like I’ve betrayed my little aunt because of you!"

After saying that, Han Zhijin pulled the phone away from his ear.

Just as he was about to press the end call button, he heard a voice from the phone, "Thank you."

Han Zhijin paused, his expression becoming unnatural, "No need to thank me, I told you, I just don’t want to owe you!"

"Still, thank you, and... your little aunt won’t blame you... really."

"You’re not my little aunt, how would you know she won’t blame me? Even if my little aunt won’t blame me, I’ll still blame myself. It’s all your fault!" Han Zhijin said through gritted teeth, and without waiting for Xia Wan’an to respond, he hung up the call.

Arriving at the hospital, Han Zhijin confidently made his way to Song Youman’s hospital room, thinking she hadn’t woken up yet, he pushed the door and entered. Then, seeing Song Youman talking with a nurse, he instinctively took a half step back, but before he could flee, the observant nurse spotted him, "Oh? Miss Song, your husband is here..."