Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin

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Bai City was cloudy today, with the weather forecast indicating that there would be thunderstorms in the afternoon that would last for about 2-3 hours.

Wen Yiwan went out to get a skin check and then had a noblewoman-level facial treatment, finally changing her hairstyle.

She opted for a slight curl and dyed her hair chestnut brown, then loosely fastened it with a claw clip. The front featured a side-swept fringe in a 3-to-7 ratio, a very gentle style that had been Wen Yinxi’s favorite before her death.

Looking in the mirror, Wen Yiwan asked Su Tong, "Does it look good?"

Su Tong hesitated for a long time before speaking.

Growing impatient, Wen Yiwan pressed on, "Did you lose your tongue?"

"It looks good, looks good," Su Tong said twice, though she was actually a bit unsure of Wen Yiwan’s mood.

After all, it was Wen Yinxi’s signature hairstyle.

And with the two being biological sisters, bearing some resemblance in their eyes and brows, wearing this hairstyle and changing into a dress that suited Wen Yinxi’s aesthetic made her look eerily like Wen Yinxi had come back to life.

"Do I look as much like her as I did last time?" Wen Yiwan asked again.

Su Tong recalled the last time Wen Yiwan had dressed up like this.

It seemed to be the night Wen Yinxi disappeared!

By the time they found Wen Yinxi again, she was already a cold, lifeless corpse...

As the memory surfaced, Su Tong shuddered, her face turning a few shades paler, "Madam..."

Wen Yiwan looked at Su Tong with a cold gaze, "Did you think of something?"

Su Tong swallowed hard, "No."

Those things shouldn’t be brought up again.

"I heard that Wen Zhi is coming back today, has she arrived yet?" Wen Yiwan admired her new hairstyle in the mirror.

Su Tong replied, "She said she’d be back for dinner but didn’t specify what time."

Wen Yiwan ran her fingers over the long tail of her eyebrow, "I thought she wouldn’t come back once she moved in with that family."

Su Tong said resentfully, "Even if she comes back, what can she do? With her limited skills, she can only be manipulated by you, Madam."

Wen Yiwan felt pleased upon hearing these words.

She turned around, picked up her purse, "Let’s go home and wait for her."

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The thunderstorm in Bai City started at two o’clock in the afternoon.

With lightning flashing and thunder roaring, vehicles on the roads slowed down, and Wen Zhi arrived home at four-thirty.

The Wen Family Villa in the Xincheng Sanhu row-house villa area had been the Wen family’s home for over twenty years, never having moved.

The car entered the villa area and finally stopped in front of the Wen Family Villa.

After getting out of the car, Gu Rang held an umbrella for Wen Zhi, tilting the handle toward her. The rain that fell soaked one side of his shoulder, but he didn’t seem to mind.

They stepped through the tall entrance and walked inside.

Only a few lights were on in the spacious living room, and with the overcast weather outside, the lighting was particularly dim. Many of the decorations had changed, with the interior design completely different from before.

Wen Zhi walked in, and after Gu Rang handed the umbrella to a servant, he followed.

Soothing, soft music was playing, and Wen Zhi surveyed the changes in the house, finally following the melodious sound to fix her gaze on the area near the high white jade table under the living room curtains.

In that instant, her pupils contracted.

By the white jade table stood a woman in a dark cyan long dress, her wavy hair pinned up with a claw clip. She was currently bending her head, snipping away with scissors at the vivid red roses in the vase.

’Click’ ’Click’

One leaf after another fell onto the table.

Wen Zhi, emotionally charged, walked towards that woman, Gu Rang had intended to hold Wen Zhi back but was a step too late in reaching out.

"Mom..." Wen Zhi walked behind the woman, trembling as she reached out.

The woman slowly turned around, her eyes full of tenderness as she looked at Wen Zhi, "Little Zhizhi, you’re back."

Wen Zhi saw the woman’s face clearly, and all the anticipation and nervousness vanished from her eyes, bringing her back to her senses. She ground out each word through gritted teeth, "Wen Yiwan!"

A look of confusion crossed Wen Yiwan’s face as she reached out, "Little Zhizhi, why aren’t you happy to see me?"

Wen Zhi dodged Wen Yiwan’s touch, "Do you think that by imitating my mother’s appearance, you can replace her? Let me tell you, whether it’s in this lifetime, the next, or the one after that, you will never be able to replace her!"

Wen Yiwan’s face turned cold, and she pointed the scissors at Wen Zhi, "You aim to upset me as soon as you return, but you fail to see your current predicament. Recognize clearly who is the true mistress of this house!"

Almost the instant Wen Yiwan pointed the scissors at Wen Zhi, Gu Rang pulled Wen Zhi behind him and warned in a deep voice, "Madam, please show some self-respect."

"What are you! Get lost!" Wen Yiwan bellowed at Gu Rang.

Gu Rang stood still, blocking Wen Zhi’s front, "Madam, you don’t yet have the authority to order me around."

Wen Yiwan narrowed her eyes slightly.

It was then that Wen Zhi suddenly said, "Gu Rang, dismantle Wen Yiwan’s hair."

Wen Yiwan looked at Wen Zhi with disbelief in her eyes, "You scoundrel, you dare!"

Wen Zhi was extremely provocative, "You just watch if I dare!"

Gu Rang did not disappoint Wen Zhi. He immediately reached out and grabbed Wen Yiwan by the shoulder, and amidst Wen Yiwan’s piercing screams, forcefully removed the hair claw from her head, disheveling her carefully styled hair.

"Su Tong!"

"Someone!"

"Someone!!"

Su Tong rushed to help, but in her haste, she failed to see the foot that Wen Zhi had stretched out and tripped, falling face-first onto the ground.

"Ouch—"

With gritted teeth, Su Tong lay on the ground crying out in pain; not just because of her knees but because Wen Zhi was stepping on her hand.

Seeing Su Tong fall to the ground, her hand under Wen Zhi’s foot, Wen Yiwan trembled with fury and screamed at Wen Zhi, "Wen Zhi, stop this at once!!"

Wen Zhi raised both hands, looking innocently at Wen Yiwan, "And then what?"

Wen Yiwan was about to point at Wen Zhi when Gu Rang seized her wrist in the next second, and she heard his menacing threatening voice, "Madam, I come from a bodyguard background, and when I truly start moving, I don’t discriminate between gentleness and situation. If, by accident, I were to break madam’s wrist, that would be unfortunate."

Wen Yiwan believed what Gu Rang said.

For she had witnessed Gu Rang’s capabilities; he was Mu Yanzhou’s most useful knife.

Wen Yiwan shut her eyes tightly and lowered her tone and posture, "Let go."

Gu Rang released her and moved back to Wen Zhi’s side, stretching out his arm in front of Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi looked at Wen Yiwan’s disheveled hair, one second she had been a lady of high society, the next a madwoman’s image. Compared with her mother, it was like comparing heaven and earth.

"Wen Yiwan, I said it, you’re not worth a single finger of my mother in this lifetime." After saying these words, Wen Zhi then lifted her foot from Su Tong’s hand.

Su Tong didn’t dare to blame Wen Zhi, she could only swallow her broken teeth and quickly got up from the ground to return to Wen Yiwan’s side.

Wen Yiwan elegantly smoothed her hair, "You say I can’t compare to her, but I am now the mistress of the Wen Family, and your stepmother in name. In plain terms, this is my house. You better stop acting out in front of me."

Wen Zhi removed Gu Rang’s hand, "As long as I have not changed my surname, I own half of the Wen Family. So don’t tell me to stop acting out, and you shouldn’t be too arrogant yourself."