Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin

Meng Fan knitted his brows, "Aye, I’m still playing cards, you go back first."

Rong Huaishen’s attitude left no room for discussion, "Two minutes, keep resisting and it will be one minute."

"Rong Huaishen!" Meng Fan slammed his cards down on the table.

With a slap.

Wen Zhi was startled.

Liang Yin and Xie Weiyue both turned their gaze towards Meng Fan, who had slapped the table.

Meng Fan realized he had made too much noise and whispered with his mouth shape, "Call it a draw."

Then he continued to the other end of the phone, "Husband~ can I play two more rounds?"

If firmness didn’t work, he turned to softness.

Rong Huaishen usually ate up this act of his, liking to see him soft, but tonight it was ineffective, even reducing the time given to him to, "Within one minute."

Meng Fan: "..."

On the phone, Rong Huaishen’s countdown sounded like a death knell, "Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven..."

He actually had the nerve to count down sixty seconds!!!

This damn man!

He just loves to mess with her!!

Meng Fan was so angry his chest heaved up and down, and after hanging up the phone, he grabbed his handbag from behind the chair and said, "Fellow card players, the one at home is in a hurry, I’ll leave first, and we’ll play another day!"

Wen Zhi exclaimed, "Meng Fan, be careful."

Meng Fan turned back to look at Wen Zhi, then suddenly stopped in his tracks, "Right, my darling Zhizhi, I almost forgot about you, how are you getting home? You can leave with me!"

Wen Zhi stood up, "I..."

"I will be responsible for sending Wen Zhi back."

"Wen Zhi, come with me."

Two voices sounded at the same time.

Liang Yin, with a stern face, repeated what he had just said, "I will be responsible for sending Wen Zhi back."

Shang Hexing didn’t repeat himself, but stood up and pulled Wen Zhi to his side, "Let’s go."

Liang Yin narrowed his eyes and immediately grabbed Wen Zhi’s other hand, "Wen Zhi, don’t go with him."

Shang Hexing gave Liang Yin a cold look, his voice as cold as ice, "Let go."

Liang Yin stood his ground in the standoff, "The one who should let go is you."

Seeing this scene, Meng Fan: "..."

Good fellows! Two men fighting over a woman!

Xie Weiyue, on the other side, slowly stood up, somewhat incredulous at the scene before her eyes.

And Wen Zhi, the person involved, was even more bewildered; she never imagined that Shang Hexing’s first emotional outburst would be publicly fighting with Liang Yin over her...

"Forty-three, forty-two..."

The countdown from the phone brought Meng Fan back to a calm state; he covered the phone and looked at Wen Zhi, "Zhizhi, hold on for now, I’m leaving."

With that, Meng Fan’s figure quickly disappeared from view.

Wen Zhi had been counting on Meng Fan to help her.

Watching the current state of affairs, she took a deep breath, and finally, in a calm and composed manner, said, "Could both of you let go first?"

Liang Yin’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and he reminded her in a low voice, "Zhizhi, you should be clear, you cannot leave with him tonight, you came with me."

Wen Zhi met Liang Yin’s gaze, her lips quivered slightly, and she said, "Can you let go first?"

Liang Yin remained firm, "Let him let go first."

Wen Zhi turned her head to look at Shang Hexing, who stood unyielding. The authority he seldom showed in private was evident in his eyes and demeanor. Even without uttering a word, just standing by her side, he radiated a magnetic field of natural authority.

After hesitating repeatedly, Wen Zhi finally spoke, "Mr. Shang..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shang Hexing released Wen Zhi’s hand without saying a word.

Liang Yin saw Shang Hexing let go, so he reluctantly released his hand as well.

However, what Liang Yin hadn’t anticipated was the moment he loosened his grip, Wen Zhi’s figure flashed by so quickly he only saw an afterimage. Before he could grab her again, Shang Hexing had already whisked her away right before his eyes.

Liang Yin: "..."

It wasn’t just Liang Yin who was bewildered; even Wen Zhi herself was somewhat stunned. She hadn’t reacted at all, only feeling her hand being tightly grasped, then abruptly pulled with a strong force towards him, and before she knew it, Wen Zhi was by Shang Hexing’s side.

"Shang Hexing!" Liang Yin gritted his teeth, that sly man!

Xie Weiyue, who was at the side, asked, "Aren’t you going to chase after Wen Zhi and bring her back?"

Liang Yin glanced at Xie Weiyue, "Then why don’t you go chase after Shang Hexing?"

He remembered the fleeting fierceness he had seen in Shang Hexing’s eyes just now, and he knew that Shang Hexing was angry.

Xie Weiyue remained silent for a moment, then said, "I have to take into account Hexing’s dignity."

Everyone else was busy playing cards and paying no attention to small disturbances. If she were to chase after him, causing a big commotion, it would inevitably attract onlookers, and the news reaching Bai City would be unsavory. Besides, Xie Weiyue cared most about face, and she couldn’t afford to lose face in public.

Liang Yin spoke irritably, "You’re worried about taking Shang Hexing’s face into account, so why wouldn’t I consider Wen Zhi’s?"

Hearing this, Xie Weiyue was first taken aback, and then said mockingly, "I never thought Young Master Liang was such a devotee of pure love; it’s just a pity that your sincerity is nothing in Wen Zhi’s eyes."

Facing Xie Weiyue’s scorn, Liang Yin chuckled lightly, "And you think you’re any better?"

Xie Weiyue took a deep breath, "I’m different from Young Master Liang."

"Huh, different how." Without paying Xie Weiyue any more attention, Liang Yin turned and walked away.

Xie Weiyue sat down, took out her phone, and made a call. Once the other side picked up, she gave her instructions: "Could you help me find out the exact situation of Wen Zhi in the Wen Family, a generous reward awaits."

...

In a low-profile black car.

There were no lights on inside the car and the dim light outlined just half of Shang Hexing’s silhouette. Holding her breath, Wen Zhi silently reached out to open the car door.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

Wen Zhi said, "I can’t leave in your car."

"What difference would it make if you did?" Shang Hexing pressed the lock button, and the car door couldn’t be opened anymore.

Wen Zhi sighed, at a loss for what to say.

In fact, during the moment when Liang Yin and Shang Hexing were both pulling at her, she could feel that Shang Hexing was somewhat furious. His emotions were rarely exposed, but when Liang Yin held her hand, his emotions were written all over his face.

When Shang Hexing heard her sigh, he asked softly, "Tired?"

Wen Zhi was indeed a bit tired, both physically and mentally. She usually woke up early at the temple and would take a noon nap. Today, she had been out all day, and now that it was nearing ten o’clock, she should have been resting already.

Yet she didn’t speak, quietly sitting to one side, keeping some distance from him.

Shang Hexing signaled to the driver, "Drive."

The driver asked, "Mr. Shang, are we going back to the temple?"

"Back," Wen Zhi said.

"Not going back," Shang Hexing said.

Both voices sounded at once.

The former was Wen Zhi, the latter was Shang Hexing.

Wen Zhi immediately looked at Shang Hexing, "Why aren’t we going back to the temple? I left word that I’d be out late."

But Shang Hexing asked her, "How late did you say you’d be out?"

Wen Zhi opened her mouth and was about to say, "I reserved..."

"Can’t say it?"

"..."

At that moment, Wen Zhi fell silent because she remembered she had said she’d be back by six o’clock in the evening.

But now it was already past ten.

The temple had long been closed.

Then, she heard Shang Hexing say, "Go to the hotel."