Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin

Chong Wanyin seemed to need to verify something, and she lifted her hand to touch Mu Yanzhou’s face. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

She was very nervous, thinking that she would touch a mist and that the dream would return to reality at any moment.

But when her hand truly touched that warm skin, she dared to believe that this was not a dream.

And the man looking at her with such tenderness in his eyes, the man she had loved for most of her life, was Mu Yanzhou.

"Yanzhou, it’s really you..."

Chong Wanyin endured the pain and snuggled into Mu Yanzhou’s arms. Mu Yanzhou looked down at her with dropped eyelids, and after a long while, he slowly asked, "Does the wound not hurt anymore?"

"It hurts," Chong Wanyin’s face still hadn’t regained any color, and she had been in pain all along, but at that moment, a blissful smile spread on her lips: "The pain is less when you are by my side."

Mu Yanzhou said, "The marks on your neck have turned purplish and the skin has broken. If we don’t treat it, a bacterial infection could make the pain worse."

Upon hearing this, Chong Wanyin raised her hand to touch her neck, her fingertip just reaching the broken skin, and she gasped sharply: "Hiss..."

"Don’t move, I’ll treat it." Saying this, Mu Yanzhou opened the cap of the iodine solution.

This time Chong Wanyin stayed still.

While Mu Yanzhou was treating the marks on her neck, Chong Wanyin watched him with an infatuated gaze, her eyes filled with admiration.

"Zhizhi is ignorant, don’t be mad at her." After treating the marks, Mu Yanzhou suddenly said this.

Chong Wanyin immediately shook her head: "Yanzhou, I’m fine, I don’t mind, Zhizhi just misunderstood me."

Mu Yanzhou chuckled: "Zhizhi takes after me, too stubborn."

Chong Wanyin’s tongue tasted bitter: "Zhizhi indeed resembles you, especially her eyes and eyebrows, just like yours."

Anyone who had seen both Mu Yanzhou and Wen Zhi at the same time would certainly notice the resemblance in their eyes and eyebrows.

Wen Zhi’s eye shape, the distance between her eyes, and the shape of her eyebrows were all very similar to Mu Yanzhou’s, with little resemblance to Wen Yinxi.

Every time Chong Wanyin looked at Wen Zhi’s eyes and eyebrows, she couldn’t help but be distracted, because the person in her mind was Mu Yanzhou.

Mu Yanzhou put the iodine back into the medicine box and then took out a syringe and a bottle of medicine. Right in front of Chong Wanyin, he drew the liquid from the bottle into the syringe.

Watching intently, Chong Wanyin’s eyes showed confusion: "Yanzhou, what is this for?"

The smile in Mu Yanzhou’s eyes was as gentle as before: "It’s a tetanus shot."

At that moment, Chong Wanyin would believe anything Mu Yanzhou said. He said it was a tetanus shot, and she believed it, her heart growing even warmer: "Yanzhou, thank you."

Mu Yanzhou didn’t respond; he pushed the plunger of the syringe slightly, and then softly said, "Close your eyes."

Chong Wanyin did as told, nestling in Mu Yanzhou’s arms and closing her eyes.

Zhan Feng, standing not far from the car, glanced in from time to time. The car window was open, and from his point of view, he had seen Mu Yanzhou and Chong Wanyin in what appeared to be intimate moments numerous times.

Zhan Feng furrowed his brows, muttering to himself: "What is Mu Yanzhou planning to do?"

He wanted to take a closer look.

However, after he took two steps forward, the car window rose slowly, and the one-way glass completely blocked Zhan Feng’s view, making it impossible to see inside the car.

Zhan Feng’s eyebrows formed a frown, and his heart grew increasingly anxious.

Mu Yanzhou slowly pressed the syringe, injecting the liquid into Chong Wanyin’s body little by little. She did not struggle at all, still with her eyes closed.

When he pulled out the needle, she finally opened her eyes.

Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly realized that all the strength seemed to be drained from her body, falling limp like a rag doll.

And Mu Yanzhou just coldly watched without reaching out to help her.

"Yanzhou..." Chong Wanyin, powerless, leaned against the inner wall of the car door, unable to move anymore.

And her reddened eyes were already filled with fear.

Mu Yanzhou removed the needle from the syringe, carefully put it away, and placed it back in the medicine box along with the syringe.

After performing these tasks unhurriedly, Mu Yanzhou finally turned his gaze towards Chong Wanyin. Her face, sallow from prolonged illness, was now suffused with an icy chill.

He asked, "Does it hurt less now?"

Chong Wanyin stared blankly.

Her neck did hurt less.

But her body felt like sludge, even more agonizing than when she had inhaled the "calming incense" steeped in medicinal solution.

She couldn’t move at all.

Could it be that the drug Mu Yanzhou had injected her with was problematic?

Mu Yanzhou’s thin lips parted slightly as he uttered a name, "Hong Wanying."

The moment the words fell,

Chong Wanyin’s pupils contracted sharply.

What terrified Chong Wanyin even more was that somehow, Mu Yanzhou had a knife in his hand. The knife was smeared with blood that had almost dried up and even looked familiar.

Soon, the scene of Wen Zhi using a knife to slice off finger flesh surfaced in Chong Wanyin’s mind...

And at this moment, Mu Yanzhou pointedly asked, "Does it look familiar?"

Chong Wanyin shook her head, "Yanzhou, what are you doing?"

Mu Yanzhou slowly picked up Chong Wanyin’s hand. As the small knife drew close to her fingers, by the time Chong Wanyin realized what Mu Yanzhou might do, she couldn’t make a sound.

Accompanied by a sizzling sound.

The sound of flesh being cut open.

By the time Chong Wanyin regained her composure and saw a chunk of flesh had been carved from her index finger...

Blood spurted onto Mu Yanzhou’s clothes like a fountain, but he was indifferent, his brows and eyes coldly proclaiming that this moment was Chong Wanyin’s living hell.

Chong Wanyin was in so much pain that she could hardly scream, only able to watch helplessly as the blood from her finger kept flowing.

When she looked at Mu Yanzhou again, the love in her eyes had turned to hate, her voice hoarse as she spelled out each word, "Mu Yanzhou, why are you doing this to me? Why..."

The gentleness previously seen in Mu Yanzhou’s eyes had long vanished. He took out his phone, which was in recording mode, showing that the recording had been going on for twenty-six minutes.

That is to say, the recording had started from the moment Mu Yanzhou got into the car.

And the reason for the recording was to cleanly rid Wen Zhi of the blame for kidnapping Chong Wanyin, to secure an explicit forgiveness from Chong Wanyin, at which point the recording could end.

Mu Yanzhou could tolerate anything, but he couldn’t bear the thought of his daughter being burdened with the stigma of murder in the future.

He intended to completely exonerate Wen Zhi from this affair.

He said, "Zhizhi is naive; she acted rashly this time. Don’t blame her."

Chong Wanyin’s face showed pain, blood still oozing out from her finger as she called out tremulously, "Mu Yanzhou, I don’t blame her..."

Mu Yanzhou asked, "So this time, has it anything to do with Zhizhi?"

"No, it has nothing to do with Zhizhi," Chong Wanyin shook her head. Unable to see the phone screen that was recording, she could only hope that her compliance would garner a shred of pity from Mu Yanzhou.

Mu Yanzhou smiled, as if a great weight had been lifted.

After receiving Chong Wanyin’s statement of forgiveness, he tapped the screen, stopped the recording, then saved the clip and swiftly sent a copy to Gu Rang and Zhan Feng each.

This recording was evidence to clear Wen Zhi’s involvement in the incident.

Finally, with his goal achieved, Mu Yanzhou put away his phone. His gaze fell on Chong Wanyin, his eyes becoming icy cold, "Hong Wanying, it’s time to settle old scores now."