Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin

Wen Zhi slightly furrowed her brow.

Wen Yiwan paced back and forth restlessly and said, "It’s always like this! This man never tells me where he goes, and once he’s gone, he disappears without a trace for ten days or half a month.

Previously, at least I could get his assistant to answer my calls, but this time he has disappeared for more than ten days, and I can’t even get through on the phone.

Does he think that I, Wen Yiwan, have no choice but to stick with him? Does he really think I will continue to tolerate it? I am his wife! I have the right to know his whereabouts!"

Wen Zhi had never heard Wen Yiwan complain about these things before.

This scene was indeed a first.

At that moment, Wen Yiwan suddenly pointed at Wen Zhi, her expression fierce and her voice shrill, "Did you say something to Yanzhou again? He cares so much about you, his daughter, always doing as you say—did you speak ill of me, right?"

Wen Zhi found it amusing and retorted, "Does your misconduct need me to spell it out word by word? Tell me, which decent person would eagerly marry her own brother-in-law right after her sister’s death?"

That sentence left Wen Yiwan speechless.

Wen Zhi stood up and looked straight at the raging Wen Yiwan, "Moreover, isn’t this unhappy marriage something you asked for yourself? Who can you blame? Did someone force you to marry my father by holding your head down?"

Wen Yiwan trembled all over, provoked, "How dare you lecture me!"

At that moment, Wen Yiwan had lost all reason. She stepped around the coffee table and strode toward Wen Zhi, ready to get physical.

But Wen Zhi wasn’t going to let her have her way.

She bent down to lift the lid off the pot of flower tea, then picked up the entire pot and splashed it all over Wen Yiwan.

An entire pot of tea is indeed much more than a cup.

Blinded by anger, Wen Yiwan couldn’t dodge in time. As the tea splashed on her face, she clenched her eyes shut and screamed, trembling—

"Ah!!"

After dousing Wen Yiwan with tea, Wen Zhi casually placed the teapot back on the coffee table.

She looked at the frantic and disheveled Wen Yiwan with a smirk, "This tea cools the temper, especially after it has cooled down, much more effective. Have you calmed down now?"

"Wen Zhi!"

Wen Yiwan glared furiously.

Wen Zhi tugged at the corner of her lips, "You know my name is Wen Zhi now? I remind you, stop calling me ’little bitch’ every breath. If I hear it again, I’ll tear your mouth apart!"

After saying this, Wen Zhi turned to leave.

But the drenched Wen Yiwan wasn’t about to just let Wen Zhi walk away. She stepped forward and grabbed Wen Zhi’s hand, "You are not leaving!"

Unfortunately, Wen Yiwan happened to grab the hand that Wen Zhi had injured. Wen Zhi winced from the pain, but in her emotional state, Wen Yiwan didn’t notice Wen Zhi’s reaction.

She forcefully pulled Wen Zhi by the wrist, her eyes bulging with rage, "How dare you splash me. Today, I’m going to teach you a lesson on behalf of Wen Yinxi, you unfilial daughter, and show you that even if I am your stepmother, I am still your mother."

This time, Wen Yiwan was really going to physically hit Wen Zhi.

Without using any external force.

Wen Zhi knew she couldn’t beat her under these circumstances, especially since Wen Yiwan was gripping her injured hand.

In pain and at a critical moment, she suddenly pointed towards the door and exclaimed joyfully, "Dad, you’re back..."

As Wen Zhi finished speaking,

Wen Yiwan’s fierce expression instantly turned to one of nervousness and excitement.

She immediately let go of Wen Zhi, then quickly tried to straighten her hair and clothes, though her wet hair was hard to manage.

But she couldn’t care less about that now.

Nothing was more important than Mu Yanzhou coming back.

When she turned around with a face full of expectation, there was nobody at the door, let alone the figure of Mu Yanzhou.

Realizing that she had been deceived, Wen Yiwan quickly turned back, but Wen Zhi had already gone upstairs.

Wen Zhi moved quickly, and by the time Wen Yiwan realized it, she had already reached the upper floor.

If it really came to blows, with her injured hand, she would be at a disadvantage.

If you can’t win, then hide.

Especially since Wen Yiwan’s mental state was very abnormal today.

Fortunately, Wen Yiwan did not come upstairs to knock on the door, and Wen Zhi breathed a sigh of relief.

She rolled up her sleeves and checked the wound on her hand, where the white bandage wrapped around her fingers showed a bit of red.

It was bleeding, but fortunately not much, and it was nothing serious, so Wen Zhi did not make a big deal out of it.

She did not go downstairs at noon, but a servant brought her lunch.

Wen Zhi inquired of the servant, "Where’s Wen Yiwan?"

The servant set the lunch on a small table, then answered truthfully, "The madam has gone out."

Wen Zhi was not surprised, just asked, "When did she leave?"

The servant put away the tray, "The madam left around eleven something, she didn’t have lunch and said she won’t be back tonight either."

Wen Zhi murmured in repetition, "She won’t be back tonight either."

The servant warily watched Wen Zhi’s expression, hesitating to speak, "The madam lately, lately she..."

Wen Zhi looked at the servant.

She remembered this servant had been in her family for many years, mainly responsible for the kitchen area, though Wen Yiwan did not like her much; if not for her cooking skills, Wen Yiwan would have probably fired her long ago.

Seeing she had something to say but hesitated, Wen Zhi guessed that there might be some difficult issues.

She went to close and lock the door, "Go ahead, there’s no one else here."

The servant set the tray on the table, then said to Wen Zhi, "The madam’s temper has indeed been very explosive lately. During the days you were not here, miss, she has been smashing things every day, breaking vases and then musical instruments... Although before the master also neglected her, the madam would just get angry in the moment, and would forget it by the next day, but this time..."

Wen Zhi sat down at the table, "But this time, she’s been acting like she’s in menopause, having fits every day, right?"

The servant nodded, a distressed look on her face, "Not to mention us, even the plants and trees in the yard are suffering."

Wen Zhi burst out laughing.

She rested her hand on the table, her palm supporting her cheek, "Continue."

This time, the servant didn’t speak directly, she leaned down, close to Wen Zhi’s ear, and lowered her voice, "That day, I overheard madam talking with the master. The master said he wouldn’t be coming back to live here anymore, madam threw a huge tantrum, crying and shouting, and then the master said..."

Wen Zhi suddenly widened her eyes, turning to look at the servant, "Really?"

The servant nodded.

Wen Zhi dropped her hand, her expression serious, "How is that possible, how could they possibly not be married."

What the servant unexpectedly heard was the secret that her father and Wen Yiwan were never married but only together under the pretense of marriage. But now, her father and Wen Yiwan had declared the agreement void and said they would not come back anymore...

Seeing Wen Zhi half-believing, the servant immediately assured, "Miss, what I heard is exactly like this, I absolutely didn’t make up a single word."

Wen Zhi pursed her lips in silence.

Because she could never have imagined that her father and Wen Yiwan were only together under an agreement.

She found it ridiculous.

Yet she couldn’t understand why.