Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin

Wen Zhi groggily thought Shang Hexing had come to see her.

She was very emotional.

Her subconscious reaction was to want to keep him around. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

But the moment she saw it was Bei Sheng, she immediately let go of her hand and closed her eyes, "I’m feverish, talking nonsense."

Bei Sheng then used a digital thermometer to take Wen Zhi’s accurate temperature, "Hmm, thirty-nine point three, not bad, you can easily get through this."

After speaking, Bei Sheng took a fever-reducing patch, deftly tore open the package, and applied the patch to Wen Zhi’s forehead, specifically instructing, "Don’t tear it off."

Wen Zhi closed her eyes, "I’m not a child anymore, I won’t tear it off."

"Afraid you’d be stubborn," Bei Sheng laughed, "After all, the emotions among adults can bring complications that could be life-threatening if even a little obstacle arises."

Wen Zhi opened her eyes again and looked at Bei Sheng, "You know?"

"What do I know?" Bei Sheng asked, smiling back at her.

That expression, that tone, it was clear he knew something. Wen Zhi sighed, feeling upset again.

She turned away, curling up her body with her back to Bei Sheng, "You can go, I need to rest now."

Bei Sheng didn’t leave. He sat on the bed, chin propped on his hand, staring at Wen Zhi’s back for a while, and couldn’t help but finally ask, "What exactly happened between you and the boss? Just a few days ago I was praising you for being impressive, how come all of a sudden..."

It was like you had a falling out.

At least as far as Bei Sheng knew, it had come from Chen Jinhai, saying that the boss had been particularly fierce these past few days, and anyone who came into contact with him suffered.

"Zhizhi, since you’re not saying anything, then let me tell you a bit of the latest news." Bei Sheng leaned in closer, whispering into Wen Zhi’s ear, "Xie Weiyue has been in frequent contact with the boss recently."

With that statement.

Bei Sheng got the ’big reaction’ from Wen Zhi he was hoping for.

Wen Zhi suddenly opened her eyes, sat up, and Bei Sheng nearly tumbled, just managing to steady himself from falling off the bed to the floor.

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

A few seconds later, Wen Zhi lay down again, and drily replied, "Oh, it has nothing to do with me."

From the time he choked her, their fate had reached its end.

In the future, let bygones be bygones, roads diverge as each follows their own path.

Bei Sheng burst into laughter, then laughed louder and louder, annoying Wen Zhi to no end, who glared at her, "Can you go back and laugh there please."

Bei Sheng covered her mouth, "Sorry, sorry, your reaction just now was just too genuine, that’s why people should always go with their first reaction."

Wen Zhi recalled her own reaction when Bei Sheng mentioned that Shang Hexing and Xie Weiyue were getting close—!

Well, let’s just consider it a joke.

-

The meeting with Chong Wanyin was scheduled for six days later.

Tomorrow would be day five, and with time drawing near, Wen Zhi needed to find a way to make a trip back to Qionglou to get her luggage and Buddha Beads.

However, she was still not yet fully recovered from a recent illness, still coughing, worried about running out of time, Wen Zhi nonetheless decided to go out today to look for Meng Fan.

Lizhou Riverbank.

Today, Rong Huaishen was not at home, and Wen Zhi was lucky.

At that moment, Meng Fan was at the counter, personally mixing honey water. Upon learning that Wen Zhi wanted her to accompany her to Qionglou, she immediately asked, "Why do you want me to come with you? Did you prepare a surprise for me?"

"No surprise, I’ve fallen out with Shang Hexing. As my best friend, accompany me to get my luggage; I’m too embarrassed to go alone."

After speaking, Wen Zhi coughed several times, causing Meng Fan’s heart to clench.

Wen Zhi’s health hadn’t fully recovered; she started coughing right away, prompting Meng Fan to hurriedly make her a cup of honey water.

While stirring, Meng Fan heard Wen Zhi mention they had fallen out, and her features nearly contorted in shock, "What? You and your cousin broke up? You’ve broken up?"

Wen Zhi had anticipated Meng Fan’s strong reaction and calmly told her, "Not exactly a breakup; we were never officially together. It’s more like a falling out, and from now on, we go our separate ways."

It was perhaps for the best; she could now focus on what she wanted to do without constantly being hung up on him.

Meng Fan, carrying the honey water to her, spilled quite a bit along the way. She handed the cup to Wen Zhi, "Drink this, it’s soothing and will clear your lungs."

Seeing Meng Fan’s hands covered in honey water, Wen Zhi’s lips twitched slightly as she silently took the remaining half cup.

Then, Meng Fan, unable to hold back, waited for Wen Zhi to finish the honey water before asking, "Did you and your cousin really... fall out?"

Wen Zhi, holding the empty cup, nodded, "Yeah."

"Why?" Meng Fan was eager to know the reason.

Wen Zhi reminded her, "Wipe your hands first."

Meng Fan replied, "Don’t worry about it; they’ll dry on their own. Just tell me the reason first."

"It’s not convenient to tell you." Wen Zhi had weighed her options; she knew if she told Meng Fan, she would immediately go talk to Shang Hexing.

At this point, it was better to let it go.

Meng Fan could tell that Wen Zhi was hesitant to reveal the truth but didn’t press her, just gently advising, "Think it over, it’s a pity to let things end this way."

"There’s nothing to regret." Wen Zhi put the empty cup on the coffee table and then took a tissue to personally wipe the honey water off Meng Fan’s hands, "Shang Hexing and I were never meant to be."

Meng Fan asked, "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, he and I come from different worlds, separated by countless obstacles and controversies, destined not to last till the end." Wen Zhi was calm, her gaze soft as she smiled at Meng Fan, "Those people would never approve of Shang Hexing being with me. Either side would strongly oppose it. Besides, considering his position, he should marry someone from a distinguished family, not someone like me..."

Unable to bear it, Meng Fan interrupted Wen Zhi, "What do you mean ’someone like you’, ’someone like him’? Zhizhi, don’t sell yourself short."

Wen Zhi gave a bitter smile, tossed the tissue in the trash, and fell silent.

Meng Fan gripped Wen Zhi’s shoulders, "Also, how can you be so sure that your cousin definitely won’t marry you? I think he can marry you!"

Wen Zhi’s smile faded slightly, she calmly asked, "To give up that position, step down to be an ordinary person and be with me? Would the Han Family allow someone they’ve nurtured to fall so far?"

"This..." Meng Fan was suddenly at a loss for words.

It was not easy for her cousin to reach that position; to actually talk about stepping down, Meng Fan still lacked the confidence to say such a thing.

"But," Meng Fan suddenly recalled how a few days ago, Wen Zhi was taken by her cousin to the Zhou’s birthday banquet, and quickly mentioned, "But your cousin has already officially introduced you to everyone; they all know that he intends to marry you."

"Introducing me to everyone is one thing, marrying is another," Wen Zhi slowly expressed, "Without Old Master Han’s approval, it’s all just an illusion."

The mention of Old Master Han reminded Meng Fan of something that happened during the family dinner that day.

Just a moment ago, she lacked confidence; now, she suddenly felt emboldened, "Then I’ll tell you something that will make you believe your cousin will indeed go through all difficulties to marry you."

Wen Zhi no longer felt like listening.

She stood up and asked, "Are you coming with me to Qionglou or not? If you’re not going, I’ll just go by myself."

"Zhizhi!"

Meng Fan also stood up, calling after the departing Wen Zhi, loudly saying, "At that Han Family banquet, your cousin took several beatings from the old master. Don’t you want to know why?"