I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 671: I am from the Han Family, but I am not from the Han Family (part 1)_1

Chapter 671: Chapter 671: I am from the Han Family, but I am not from the Han Family (part 1)_1

"Wan’an, they all stand by you when it comes to feelings, supporting you regardless of the consequences. I can’t. I can’t just act without thinking like they do. I can’t stand idly by as they jeopardise the entire Han Family for your sake."

"Wan’an, I know I’m doing you wrong, but I have no choice. Wan’an, I don’t want to force you. I’ve just laid down the facts - the Han Family, Han Jingnian, and the grandmother who has always treated you like her own granddaughter... I hope you can really think about what you should do."

Having said all that she had to say in one breath, Lu Yangui felt surprisingly relieved.

Some things don’t need to be said too directly; everyone can understand the implied meaning. Lu Yangui knew very well that Xia Wan’an would have understood her hint. She made another pot of tea and said to Xia Wan’an, "Wan’an, I have some work to do this afternoon, so I’ll leave first. I’ve paid the bill and made a fresh pot of tea for you. You... take your time to think."

After saying this, Lu Yangui picked up her bag and left with her cell phone.

In the vintage private room, only Xia Wan’an was left.

Lu Yangui had been gone for quite a while, but Xia Wan’an remained in the same posture and expression as when Lu Yangui was there, frozen like a stone statue.

The tea on the table gradually cooled as its steam dissipated, and just as it turned completely cold, the door of the private room was knocked.

The knocking sound went on for a while before Xia Wan’an sluggishly responded, "Come in."

Only after she uttered this word did Xia Wan’an realize how hoarse her voice was.

The person who entered was a waitress. She walked over to the tea table with a smile and handed a white envelope to Xia Wan’an, "Miss, this is something the lady who just left asked me to pass to you."

Xia Wan’an stared at the envelope for a while before taking it.

Seeing that the tea on the table had cooled, the waitress spoke again with a smile, "Miss, would you like me to make you a fresh pot of tea?"

Xia Wan’an shook her head.

The waitress didn’t bother Xia Wan’an any further and left discreetly.

Xia Wan’an stared at the white envelope for a while before opening it.

Inside was a voice recorder. She reached out, pressed the switch.

"You can’t go without having a child for the rest of your life, can you?"

"I can find a surrogate."

It was a short conversation, but Xia Wan’an was very familiar with the two people having it.

One was her grandmother, the other was Han Jingnian.

The grandmother said: You can’t go without having a child for the rest of your life, can you?

Han Jingnian replied: I can find a surrogate.

I can find a surrogate... find a surrogate...

Xia Wan’an opened her mouth, then opened again, her expression instantly becoming frantic.

...

Meanwhile, at a certain club, Chi Yao dialed Q’s number: "As per your instructions, I have passed the voice recorder to Xia Wan’an through a waitress on behalf of Lu Yan Gui."

"Very good." The voice of Q came through the phone quickly, "Now we’ll have some drama to watch. That recording was unintentionally made over two years ago, and I didn’t expect it to come in handy today. At that time, Xia’s woman and Han Jingnian hadn’t even confirmed their marriage."

Instead of sharing Q’s smugness, Chi Yao pinpointed the key point, "I’ve always been curious, Q, who are you exactly? You have a recording of Han Jingnian and the old Han lady, could it be... you are from the Han Family?"