Xia Wan'an felt a little uneasy, turning her head to glance at Han Jingnian, then after a while, she glanced at him again.
Han Jingnian seemed to feel her gaze, he too turned his head to look at her a couple of times, one of which resulted in their eyes meeting.
Xia Wan'an's fingers trembled nervously, forgetting to avert her gaze, and Han Jingnian didn't move his sight away either, staring at her intently for a while before nodding slightly at her.
This distant, courteous gesture, felt like a small stone brutally hitting her heart, causing ripples to surge from the depths of her heart, wave after wave.
Ai Jiang, who was sitting next to Xia Wan'an, saw the exchanges between her and Han Jingnian, couldn't help but stealthily lean in to whisper in Xia Wan'an's ear, "Wan'an, do you know Han Zhijin's uncle?"
Song Youman and Xia Wan'an were neighbors, and their families were very close. Their mothers even arranged a childhood betrothal for them, but since both families had daughters, Xia Wan'an's marriage to Han Jingnian was known to Song Youman. As for Ai Jiang... Xia Wan'an, recalling Han Jingnian's wish for their relationship to not be known by others, hadn't told Ai Jiang about it.
Hearing Ai Jiang asking this, Xia Wan'an lowered her eyes slightly, concealing a flicker of sadness in her gaze, "No, I don't know him."
Yes, she didn't know him. Even though she wanted to declare that he was her husband, she could only say that she didn't know him to anyone who asked... In the two years after their marriage, that's what she always said, no other reason than because he said their marriage was existent in name only and that she mustn't affect his life or cause him trouble after their wedding, so she always told people she didn't know him.
"I saw you were constantly looking at him, considering how close you are to Han Zhijin, I thought that you knew him..." As Ai Jiang said this, she leaned in to whisper in Xia Wan'an's ear, somewhat playfully, "But Han Zhijin's uncle is quite pleasing to the eyes, haha, I also snuck a few glances at him..."
Xia Wan'an didn't say anything, she only smiled faintly, agreeing with Ai Jiang.
After taking his seat, Han Jingnian busied himself with his phone.
The atmosphere in the room gradually became lively again. But Han Jingnian was an undeniable presence that couldn't be ignored, which meant folks in the room, no matter how brash and boisterous they usually were, ended up becoming quite subdued around him.
Soon enough, Song Youman arrived. Xia Wan'an chatted with her for a little while, then hugged her arm, resting her head on her shoulder, and fell asleep.
She's always been able to sleep from when she was little, regardless of where or when, as long as there was nothing important happening, she could sleep. Her most impressive feat was falling asleep during a military training drill in junior high - standing ramrod straight under the scorching sun, she fell asleep and subsequently flopped over.
But Xia Wan'an wasn't asleep for long when the door to their private room was pushed open, not by someone leaving, but by someone entering. A woman with a melodious voice, soft and smooth like silk: "Brother Jingnian, I saw a car downstairs that looked like yours, and didn't expect to find you here..."
Brother Jingnian... Xia Wan'an frowned slightly, waking from her sleep to open her eyes, and saw a very beautiful, very young woman.
Xia Wan'an recognized her, as did the others in the room. It was Qin Shujian, the woman recently embroiled in wild rumors with Han Jingnian.