I Want To Move In Next Door-Chapter 1134 - 1131: Han Zhijin VS Song Youman 21 (Free - )

Hearing the sound, Han Zhijin paused, lowering his water glass and instinctively looked through the dining room’s floor-to-ceiling window toward the main entrance.

Just as the nanny had said, a white sedan was parked outside the carved iron gate.

Even though he couldn’t see the license plate number, he recognized it at a glance—it was Song Youman’s car.

About half a minute later, Han Zhijin put down the water glass and walked out of the dining room. He crossed the living room, approached the elevator, pressed the up button, and soon the elevator doors opened. He extended one foot into the elevator but after a few seconds, drew it back.

The elevator doors closed, and he stood facing the elevator for a short while, then finally turned around and headed toward the entrance.

His steps were slow, and it took him quite some time to cover the short distance to the car.

The clang of the iron gate opening startled the person sitting in the car. She turned her head and looked out the window at him.

Her complexion was somewhat pale, her eyes swollen severely as if she had been crying; possibly from sitting here all night without much rest, the dark circles under her eyes were heavy.

In Han Zhijin’s memory, Song Youman had always been in high spirits and glamorous. This was the first time he had seen her in such a sorry state.

He subconsciously pursed his lips and, under her gaze, slowly walked to the front of the car and gently tapped on the window.

The window did not roll down, the car door was locked. He pulled but couldn’t open it, so he and she quietly looked at each other through the glass for a while before Song Youman reached out, pushed open the driver’s side door, and got out of the car.

"You..." Han Zhijin’s voice was somewhat stiff: "...why are you here?"

Song Youman did not speak, looked at him through the car for a few more seconds, then closed the car door, walked around the front of the car, and came over to him.

Han Zhijin spoke again: "I heard from the nanny at home that you’ve been here all night..."

"Han Zhijin," Song Youman suddenly spoke up, interrupting Han Zhijin.

Han Zhijin closed his mouth.

Song Youman fell silent for a moment, then moved her lips and called his name again: "Han Zhijin."

"Han Zhijin, do you remember what I said to you the day I left?" Song Youman started speaking quickly; she didn’t give Han Zhijin a chance to respond, or maybe it seemed as if she had been rehearsing these words for a long time, afraid she’d never get them out, and her tone raced on: "I said, I, Song Youman, am not the type to cling and pester, I’m not the type to keep begging you, to say I am not afraid of being dragged down by you, no matter what happens, I’m willing to be with you..."

"Yes, that’s not who I am, but I, Song Youman, am a proud person. I’m not content; I’ve liked you since so early on, and for your sake, I didn’t even have a single relationship during my best years; I had relations with you that night without a promise, I knew you didn’t want to take responsibility for Little Muxi, yet I still chose to have the child without a second thought; when I found out, that night for you, was because of Ai Jiang’s reason, you didn’t remember, I immediately stopped resenting you, when I knew you were missing because of An’an, I didn’t hesitate to choose to wait, I’ve waited one year after another, Little Muxi is already three and a half years old, I finally waited for you, only to find out you’ve been hiding your identity for my sake..."