I Want To Move In Next Door-Chapter 1135 - 1132: Han Zhijin VS Song Youman 22 (Free - )

"The more I think about it, the more unwilling I am. I, Song Youman, have never been with you, yet I’ve done so much for you. I can’t do it without regret. It was you who wronged me initially, and you never even said sorry to me. You just told me that from now on, we have nothing to do with each other anymore. I’m just not convinced!"

"So, Han Zhijin, if you want to cut ties with me, fine, but you have to let me have you, at least until I get tired of you, until I don’t want you anymore, then you can do that!"

Han Zhijin never expected that Song Youman would wait an entire night, until now, to say such things to him.

In this world, no one understands Song Youman better than he does. She cares so much about keeping face. Besides Xia Wan’an, he hasn’t seen a second person who could make her drop her guard, but today, he has. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Her words were tough and cool, yet he listened with a heartache... and an unspeakable guilt.

Song Youman stared intently at Han Zhijin. Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, she opened her mouth again, "What gives you the right to do as you please between us? There’s no such rule. You agreed, but I, Song Youman, do not!"

"So it’s still what I just said, if you want things to be over between us, fine, but the condition is, you have to wait until I’m sick of you!"

Han Zhijin’s throat moved slightly, as if her words hurt his eyes, and he turned his head slightly to the side, "Alright, let’s do it your way..."

"When you’re tired of me, then we can be through."

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Everyone says, in marriage, there’s "the pain of three years, the coldness of five years, the itch of seven years, and the hurt of ten years," yet none of these have ever appeared in the marriage between Han Jingnian and Xia Wan’an.

Even the "seven-year itch" that most marriages cannot escape, in their case, is envied by others for their deep affection.

Seven years.

The seventh year after Han Jingnian and Xia Wan’an got married, Xia Wan’an was thirty-one years old.

Thirty-one-year-old her appeared no different from when she was twenty-four and had just married Han Jingnian.

Sometimes in the mornings, when Han Jingnian woke up and saw the woman still sleeping beside him, he couldn’t help but wonder if their wedding had just taken place the day before.

On their seventh wedding anniversary, Han Jingnian and Xia Wan’an still did not host a banquet, choosing instead to spend it just the two of them.

An entire month beforehand, Han Jingnian had already booked the restaurant for their anniversary.

They planned to meet at six in the evening. Han Jingnian was to pick up Xia Wan’an from their home, but that day, Xia Wan’an, having nothing to do in the afternoon, went to the Han Family company without notice.

Han Yixiao was pregnant with her second child and was due any day now; Zhang Cheng took her for a prenatal checkup, and was recently not at the company.

Han Zhijin is the kind of man who forgets his mother when he gets a wife, ignoring the big mess that is the Han Family company and running off to be the general manager at the Song Family’s enterprise.

Whether it’s Han Yixiao’s child or Little Muxi, these two little tykes had their schools to attend, with one in elementary school and the other in kindergarten, none could be relied on. So, the entire burden of the Han Family rested on Han Jingnian’s shoulders.

As the true CEO of the Han Family company, Xia Wan’an sometimes really thought about learning how to manage the company to help share Han Jingnian’s load. But before she could even start putting her thoughts into action, Han Jingnian had vetoed it.

Therefore, Xia Wan’an seldom came to the company. Each time she did visit, it would cause quite a stir among the newly hired young ladies, who would find various pretexts to linger around her, fantasizing about seeing Mrs. Han’s true face.