Han Jingnian didn’t criticize anything, but the fingertips that Zhang Te held the steering wheel with were uncontrollably shaking.
It took a while before Zhang Te collected himself, "Mr. Han, are you going to Thailand to...?"
Han Jingnian, who had been staring at his computer for a while, leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed, pinching the spot between his brows, "To take her around."
If it weren’t for President Chen ntioning tonight that he often took his wife out for fun, he wouldn’t have thought of it. It seed that in the more than two years since he and she were married, he had never taken her on a trip.
There were actually many other better places to go. The reason for choosing Thailand, however, was not because President Chen had ntioned Thailand. It was because he overheard her saying during a phone call with her annoying best friend that she wanted to go to Thailand to eat pineapple...
...
The first thing Xia Wan’an did when she woke up on Saturday was to call Song Youman.
Song Youman probably knew what she wanted to say and didn’t answer her call, but simply hung up.
Xia Wan’an had to turn to WeChat and sent a ssage to Song Youman.
"Beijing’s Most Beautiful Cub": "Youman?"
Song Youman did not reply to her.
"Beijing’s Most Beautiful Cub": "Youman, if you keep ignoring my calls and ssages, I’ll start to worry."
She still didn’t get a reply from Song Youman.
"Beijing’s Most Beautiful Cub": "Youman, wait for , I’m coming to your place..."
After sending this ssage, Xia Wan’an left her phone away, got up imdiately, and began getting ready.
When she was dressed and was about to leave her room to head for Song Youman’s house, she saw a lengthy ssage on her phone. It was from Song Youman.
"Beijing’s Most Beautiful Cub": "An’an, I know what you want to ask. Yes, I’m pregnant, but as for who the father is, please understand that I really can’t tell you. An’an, this was an accident, I never thought things would go this way. The reason I didn’t go to Hong Kong with you last week is because I was planning to have an abortion. But An’an, I couldn’t do it... An’an, I’ve thought it through. No matter what, I want to have this child, even if he doesn’t have a father, I will give birth to him."
This ssage made Xia Wan’an hesitate in her rush to leave.
She read the long text in WeChat over and over again, then finally lifted her hand and sent a reply to Song Youman.
"Beijing’s Most Beautiful Cub":"Youman, you once said that you were my way out, well, I said the sa thing to you. I am also your way out, no matter what decision you make, I will support you unconditionally."
Of course she was curious about how Youman got pregnant and who that son of a bitch who impregnated her was... But she could tell that Youman didn’t want to talk about it.
What is a friend? A friend is one who understands quietly and accompanies patiently. If there’s sothing Youman doesn’t want to talk about, she definitely won’t force her to say it out of her own curiosity.
However, what she could guess was that the father of Youman’s unborn child must have caused her imnse pain.
Thinking of this, Xia Wan’an typed a few more tis on the keyboard and sent another ssage to Song Youman.
"Beijing’s Most Beautiful Cub": "Also, Youman, even if the baby doesn’t have a father, he has two mothers!"
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