I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 941 - 939 I Might Not Have a Home Anymore (1)

Chapter 941: Chapter 939 I Might Not Have a Home Anymore (1)

Han Zhijin?

Why is he here?

Hadn’t he left already?

With a puzzled frown, Xia Wan’an turned around and rushed to Han Zhijin, who was slumped on the ground.

"Han Zhijin?"

Xia Wan’an called out to Han Zhijin, but he ignored her and kept pouring alcohol into his mouth.

"Han Zhijin!" Xia Wan’an raised her voice and called out again, and seeing no response, she extended her foot and kicked his shin.

Han Zhijin shifted his legs aside, not even giving Xia Wan’an a glance. Seeing that his can was empty, he threw it forward without any manners and then took another can of beer from the shopping bag next to him.

Such a troublemaker, never giving anyone a break!

Thinking this, Xia Wan’an, unable to contain her anger, lifted her leg and kicked Han Zhijin again, "Han Zhijin, are you itching for a beating? Do you think I won’t hit you!"

Xia Wan’an had used some force this time, and perhaps because the kick hurt him, Han Zhijin angrily looked up at Xia Wan’an, his eyes fierce as if he were about to kill someone.

In Xia Wan’an’s memory, Han Zhijin had always been gentle, but seeing him like this now, she couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated.

But then, the next second, Han Zhijin furiously roared, "Go ahead and hit me!"

Xia Wan’an: "..." Impressive courage, it was the first time she had seen someone demand to be hit with such a fierce demeanor!

"You’d better beat me to death!" Han Zhijin, who had just shouted with righteous indignation, suddenly got teary-eyed, "Anyway, I have no face to live anymore!"

Saying this, Han Zhijin began to crazily guzzle down the beer again. Possibly because he was drinking too furiously, he choked on it and started coughing violently. As he coughed, a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.

Looking at Han Zhijin like this, Xia Wan’an felt an indescribable sadness welling up inside her. She stared at him for a while, then walked over, gently patting his back, trying to ease his coughing.

"Get off! Don’t bother about me! Cough, cough, cough..." Han Zhijin dismissively swatted away Xia Wan’an’s hand.

Xia Wan’an, being generous, didn’t take it to heart and lifted her hand to pat his back again.

Han Zhijin moved his lips, as if he wanted to scold Xia Wan’an, but in the end, he didn’t.

After Han Zhijin had eased off a bit, Xia Wan’an finally withdrew her hand from his back, "Stop drinking, you’ve had enough. I’ll call a cab to take you home..."

"Home?" Han Zhijin muttered the word, then his eyes reddened even more, "I... I might not even have a home anymore..."

Hearing this, Xia Wan’an turned her head to look at Han Zhijin.

Han Zhijin was looking down, appearing extremely dejected.

Neither of them spoke, but she saw the large teardrops falling to the ground beside him.

Xia Wan’an pursed her lips and quietly asked, "Did something happen?"

Han Zhijin, probably drunk and not very lucid, muttered after hearing Xia Wan’an’s question, "I, I owe my uncle an apology... I, I owe my aunt an apology too... I owe them all an apology..."

Xia Wan’an was puzzled and didn’t quite understand what Han Zhijin was rambling about, and just as she was about to ask what exactly had happened, Han Zhijin said in a muffled and resentful voice, "I just found out today, how heartbroken my aunt was the day she left..."

(When conceiving the story, I thought that this time I must portray family and friendships, especially for Han Zhijin, a boy growing up! This Chapter really captured the feeling I wanted!)