Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin

Chong Wanyin’s fingernails scratched a long, bloody gash across Wen Zhi’s arm.

But Wen Zhi was utterly unaware of the pain.

She choked Chong Wanyin’s neck expressionlessly and spoke deliberately, "Madam, my mother is waiting for you down below. When you go down, remember to apologize to her properly."

"Wen, Zhi..."

Chong Wanyin’s nails almost embedded themselves into Wen Zhi’s arm.

The blood from the gash mingled with that on her index finger, flowing down her arm, until it was so much that her eyes were almost stained red with blood, yet she felt no pain at all.

Unsure of how much time had passed, Wen Zhi’s vision gradually blurred, as tears fogged her eyes. Slowly, she lifted her head to look into the distance, a figure was approaching her.

"Mom..."

Finally...

I have finally avenged you...

The blood mixed with the tears, trickling down. As Chong Wanyin’s voice grew weaker and weaker, the smile on Wen Zhi’s lips was wanton and brilliant.

Until a sudden force tore her and Chong Wanyin apart.

When Wen Zhi came to her senses, she looked up to see Mu Yanzhou’s face.

"Dad..."

At that moment, Wen Zhi thought she was hallucinating just before death.

Mu Yanzhou, having thrown away his crutches, stumbled forward, only to see his daughter drenched in blood.

His heart ached immensely, and as he bent down, he hesitated to embrace her, fearing she would shatter at the slightest touch.

"Get her down first and see if she still has breath," Mu Yanzhou instructed Gu Rang with a pallid complexion, his voice trembling.

Gu Rang intended to first carry Wen Zhi out of the car and it was he who had forcefully parted Wen Zhi and Chong Wanyin just before.

But fearing an accident, Gu Rang still followed Mu Yanzhou’s instructions and pulled Chong Wanyin out of the car, with Zhan Feng helping alongside.

Meanwhile.

Shang Hexing’s car had already stopped at the bottom of the mountain. Zhao Qin sat inside, already awake and anxiously looking around.

Chen Jinhai came over to report, "Mr. Shang, the search area is simply too vast. The drone has already scoured these mountains and still, there is no sign of Miss Wen."

Shang Hexing’s jaw clenched, his demeanor grim, "Keep searching."

Chen Jinhai, with a grave face, turned around when suddenly a subordinate operating the drone came running, "We’ve found something, a trace!"

Chen Jinhai snatched the tablet, "Where?"

"Midway up this mountain, there are two groups confronting each other," the subordinate said.

Chen Jinhai’s brow furrowed, "Why are there two groups confronting each other?"

The subordinate suggested, "Maybe they are people arranged by Miss Wen?"

That was a possibility.

But who were the others?

Whether it was a curse or a blessing was yet to be known. Chen Jinhai quickly took the tablet to Shang Hexing, "Mr. Shang, the drone has spotted two groups on the midpoint of this mountain peak."

Shang Hexing took a glance and got straight into the car, "Go to that mountain immediately."

Seeing Shang Hexing get into the car, Zhao Qin asked immediately, "Did we find the lady? Is she all right?"

Chen Jinhai got into the passenger seat, "Shut up."

Zhao Qin obediently closed her mouth, but the worry in her eyes couldn’t be hidden at all.

...

At the summit.

Wen Zhi’s body had already lost its strength, and as she toppled down, Mu Yanzhou, with quick eyes and hands, reached out to stabilize her and softly called out, "Zhizhi?"

Wen Zhi gradually regained consciousness.

When she realized that the person in front of her was really her dad, and not a hallucination, her first reaction was to push him away and coldly said, "I don’t want to see you."

Mu Yanzhou pressed down on Wen Zhi’s steadily bleeding hand, "Zhizhi, be good, let’s bandage the wound on your hand first, you’re still bleeding."

Having said that, he called out loudly for Zhan Feng, "Bring the medical kit."

Zhan Feng immediately brought the medical kit and opened it. Mu Yanzhou intended to do the bandaging himself and had already picked up the hemostatic cotton, but Wen Zhi was uncooperative. With eyes wide open with fury, she stared at Chong Wanyin lying on the ground and kept repeating three words, "Kill her! Kill her!"

The more she struggled, the more blood flowed from her hand.

Zhan Feng promptly suggested, "President Mu, how about we let the young mistress sleep for a while? She can’t calm down, and we can’t tend to the wound on her hand. She’s already lost a lot of blood."

No sooner had he spoken than Wen Zhi thrashed wildly, "Don’t touch me! None of you touch me! None of you gets to manage me."

Zhan Feng looked anxiously at Mu Yanzhou, saying urgently, "President Mu... "

He didn’t dare to take any action without Mu Yanzhou’s approval, and as the fresh blood on Wen Zhi’s hand continued to seep out more and more, Zhan Feng was more worried than anyone.

Wen Zhi herself was terrified of this moment; she was afraid that Zhan Feng would really put her to sleep, so she quickly grabbed Mu Yanzhou’s hand, showing vulnerability, "Daddy, I’ll be good, I’ll listen to you, I won’t move, I’ll be obedient... "

In the end, Mu Yanzhou’s heart softened, and he let out a sigh, "Then stretch out your hand first."

"Okay."

Wen Zhi obediently agreed and then extended her bloodstained hand.

She had actually forgotten that her hand was still bleeding, and had even stopped feeling the pain; her whole body had become numb, as if she had lost all sensation.

Mu Yanzhou felt like his heart was breaking.

He was so careful not to hurt her more while bandaging, asking her several times.

By the end, Wen Zhi silently shed tears, "Daddy, it doesn’t really hurt that much."

"The bones in your finger are exposed; how can it not hurt?"

As Mu Yanzhou bandaged her, he realized the wound didn’t look accidental, he asked, "Did you do this to yourself?"

Wen Zhi calmly answered, "Chong Wanyin gave me a ring, and at first, I didn’t know once it was on, I couldn’t take it off. After I got here, I cut off a piece of flesh from my finger so that I could remove the ring."

Mu Yanzhou’s brows furrowed deeply.

But Wen Zhi smiled, a smile as still as dead water, "I was thinking of chopping off this finger, but I was afraid I couldn’t do it in one go and the tendons would hinder me, so I decided to... scrape..."

"Enough."

Mu Yanzhou’s voice was heavy as he stopped Wen Zhi from continuing.

Wen Zhi hung her head, like a child who had done something wrong.

Mu Yanzhou sighed again, "Zhizhi, do you realize how close you came today to having no way out?"

If Chong Wanyin had really died today, and by Wen Zhi’s hand, the path Mu Yanzhou had planned for Wen Zhi would have been broken, necessitating a new plan.

Had he arrived a step later...

The consequences were unimaginable.

Yet Wen Zhi thought differently, even saying, "If you hadn’t come to stop me, Chong Wanyin would be dead by now!"

"Zhizhi," Mu Yanzhou said sternly.

Wen Zhi’s tears silently fell, drop by drop, hitting the grass, "Daddy, do you know that Chong Wanyin is the murderer who killed mom, do you even know... "

"I know," Mu Yanzhou answered.

Wen Zhi was taken aback, immediately asking, "If you knew, why didn’t you bring her to justice earlier?"

Mu Yanzhou’s expression remained calm, not answering.

Seeing her father’s calm reaction, Wen Zhi’s heart sank like dead water, "If you had avenged mom earlier, I wouldn’t have come to this point. You chose to turn a blind eye, to be indifferent. Could it be that you really don’t love mom anymore?"