Xia Wan’an rolled her eyes, didn’t even glance at Han Zhijin this ti, and declared unambiguously: "Not drinking!"
"So who do you want to drink with?" Han Zhijin bluntly took a seat opposite Xia Wan’an, "My uncle?"
Uncle ... Hearing Han Zhijin say the word uncle in that familiar tone, Xia Wan’an accidentally paused in her phone-scrolling actions.
Observing her reaction, Han Zhijin grew increasingly sure of his suspicions. He was convinced that this woman in front of him deliberately fell into his uncle’s arms to seduce him... and there seed to be signs she was succeeding!
With that thought, Han Zhijin spoke again: "Honestly, miss, my uncle is married. He adores my aunt. Whatever my aunt asks, he obliges. Even if she asks him to clean the toilet, or even... lick it, he never complains!"
Xia Wan’an: "..." No matter how much ti passes, this dumb nephew stays a dumb nephew!
"Though my aunt disappeared, my uncle has always rembered her. Not just rembered, he hasn’t forgotten her for one mont. He misses her every second, even at the dining table, in bed, even in the bathroom!"
Xia Wan’an: "..." What should I do, I really want to strangle this annoying kid right now! What does he an, even in the bathroom?
Having said so much, Han Zhijin couldn’t help but continue when the woman in front of him didn’t even give him a glance: "Did you get the hint I was trying to give?"
Xia Wan’an actually did get it. Han Zhijin was suggesting that she back off and not try to seduce his uncle... But she played dumb on purpose, to tease Han Zhijin a bit: "Sorry, I didn’t."
"Seriously, woman! Are you lacking in brainpower? Fine, since you didn’t get it, let just spell it out for you: stay away from my uncle. My uncle is only ant to be with my aunt. I only recognize one aunt!"
Xia Wan’an, who was just considering giving Han Zhijin a good punch for calling her stupid the previous mont, was sohow moved by his words.
"So, please abandon your other intentions. I won’t let the likes of you, a seductive, cheap woman, snatch my uncle away!"
At that mont, Xia Wan’an was so touched that she wanted to strangle Han Zhijin.
Who has ulterior motives? Who’s a seductive, cheap woman?!
Han Zhijin, having rambled so much and seen this woman, seemingly called Xia Wan’an, show no response, felt as if his words had fallen on deaf ears.
He gazed at the woman in front of him for a while, then decided to dissuade her another way: "Why not consider instead? I’m younger than my uncle. The money my uncle earns could be spent on . If you were with my uncle, it’d be his second marriage. But for , it would be my first... "
Now Xia Wan’an felt so moved that she almost couldn’t help laughing out loud.
Was Han Zhijin... willing to sacrifice himself in order to preserve Han Jingnian’s decency?
Purely out of amusent, Xia Wan’an looked up at Han Zhijin, saying quite seriously: "That seems... plausible... "
Seeing his persuasion finally taking effect, Han Zhijin imdiately responded, nodding his head: "So, you’re saying you’re planning to give up on my uncle?"
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