I Want To Move In Next Door

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: Thrilling Love Story (1)_1

Ai Jiang was holding a cup of tea in her hand, and the moment Xia Wan’an finished speaking, her hand trembled violently, causing her to drop the cup onto the table.

"What’s wrong?" The smile on Xia Wan’an’s face instantly turned into worry.

"No, no, nothing..." Ai Jiang stammered, her voice shaking so violently it was almost unintelligible, and even the color drained from her face at a visible speed.

Xia Wan’an pretended as if she knew nothing, looking anxiously at Ai Jiang: "Are you sure your alright? You look a little pale..."

"I’m fine..." Ai Jiang forced a smile, "It’s just that the cup was too hot, I didn’t notice it for a moment."

"Did you burn yourself? Do you want to rinse it with cold water?" The tea was poured by the waiter after they sat, and it has long since cooled, but Xia Wan’an put on an utterly convinced look, very considerate.

"No need, I’m fine." Ai Jiang seemed calmer now, her complexion improved quite a lot. After responding to Xia Wan’an’s concern in a gently whispering voice, she took a few tissues and wiped the tea off the table.

"Well as long as you’re fine..." Xia Wan’an leaned back on the chair in relief. Then she carelessly threw out the words, "I was thinking maybe you knew He Che, and that there was some thrilling love story between you!"

As Xia Wan’an spoke, she clearly saw Ai Jiang’s hand cleaning the table tremble again.

However, Ai Jiang now seemed to be calmer than before. After hearing this, she shook her head timidly after a pause of three seconds: "No, I don’t even know the man you’re talking about. What’s his name again?"

"He Che." Xia Wan’an quietly watched Ai Jiang’s performance, deciding not to expose her.

"Oh, yeah, He Che." Ai Jiang lowered her eyes, her smile a little strained.

Han Zhijin, who had been playing games on his phone beside them, finally looked up and asked, "Who is He Che? Wan’an, how come I haven’t heard of him? Do you know this person? Is he a good person or a bad one? How did you meet?"

"It was last Friday at the entrance of MIX, after sending off Youman, when I was nearly molested by a guy..." Xia Wan’an said as she quietly observed Ai Jiang.

"Molested?!" Han Zhijin slammed his phone onto the table, "Who the hell dared to molest you? Wan’an, do you have his number? If not, an address would do too, so I can deal with him without any unnecessary talk!"

Compared to Han Zhijin’s overreaction, Ai Jiang looked distinctly uneasy.

Perhaps afraid that her unease would be noticed, she asked Xia Wan’an in concern: "Wan’an, are you alright?"

Xia Wan’an smiled lightly and shook her head: "I’m fine, he was later taken to the police station."

"Serves him right!" Hearing this, Han Zhijin immediately calmed down as if he were a fluffy kitten that had been soothed.

"As long as you’re okay, you frightened me..." Ai Jiang seemed genuinely frightened as she patted her chest.

Xia Wan’an found it slightly amusing looking at Ai Jiang like this.

In the past, she genuinely believed that Ai Jiang was shy, sensitive, and needed constant care. It was only now that she realized the delicate person who seemed in need of consolation at all times, could be ruthless and disguise herself better than anyone else.

Soon, the waiter served the dishes they had ordered.

But Ai Jiang did not pick up her chopsticks. After glancing at Xia Wan’an several times, she could not resist asking, "Wan’an, that person, he was so horrible to you, why do you still keep in touch with him?"