Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin

At these words, Wen Yiwan’s face drastically changed.

She pointed at Wen Zhi with fierce words, "You dare!"

"What don’t I dare?" Wen Zhi raised her neck, emphasizing each word powerfully, "You dare to mess around outside, why can’t I tell my dad?"

"You—!" Wen Yiwan was furiously frustrated.

Wen Zhi didn’t even blink an eye, "What, you want to teach me a lesson again? Go ahead and hit me. Since I returned yesterday, you’ve been lashing out at me, and about this morning when you came home disheveled..."

At this moment, each word Wen Zhi said made Wen Yiwan’s face look uglier.

Finally, Wen Zhi pointed to her head, "It’s all recorded here. If you’re not afraid of me telling my dad, go ahead and hit me."

These words pressed down hard on Wen Yiwan’s temper.

"Don’t tell your dad, I will reflect on myself," Wen Yiwan clenched her back teeth, a blue vein throbbing on her forehead.

Wen Zhi smiled lightly and indifferently, "Then come and wipe my face, tI calm down, then I might consider it."

Wen Yiwan’s face twitched nearly to the point of contorting as she restrained herself, "Still considering?"

Wen Zhi: "What else? You are the one who hits and scolds me."

Wen Yiwan, with a cold face, "Wen Zhi, stop acting in front of me."

Wen Zhi urged, "Hurry up."

Eventually, Wen Yiwan dared not provoke Wen Zhi further. She took a deep breath, stood up, grabbed a tissue from the table, and walked over to Wen Zhi.

She bent down and forced a pleasing smile on her face, "I was wrong yesterday, and just now too, I was too impulsive, don’t be angry."

While apologizing, Wen Yiwan didn’t stop her hands, meticulously wiping the milk from Wen Zhi’s face, and even from her hair.

Wen Zhi closed her eyes, pretending not to hear.

That’s why the milk was right in front of her, and she didn’t throw it back.

Because she knew retaliating every time still wouldn’t prevent a next time.

Only by suppressing Wen Yiwan could life return to tranquility in the Wen Family, otherwise it would be constant overt and covert fighting every day.

At the moment, Wen Yiwan was wiping her face very carefully, but milk, not being plain water, couldn’t be completely wiped off from the hair and clothes and had to be washed.

As she wiped further, Wen Yiwan noticed deep color marks on Wen Zhi’s collar and felt even more guilty.

She had bullied Wen Zhi before, but Wen Zhi never told Mu Yanzhou because Wen Zhi disdained, she looked down on Mu Yanzhou for marrying her and despised her even more and so she bullied Wen Zhi even more severely.

This time, it was the first time Wen Zhi had spoken of tattling.

How could Wen Yiwan not panic?

She didn’t want Yanzhou to know.

"Zhizhi..." Wen Yiwan set down the tissue, calling out Wen Zhi’s nickname affectionately, "The milk in your hair can’t be wiped off, it needs washing, and your clothes are dirty, shall I buy you new ones?"

Wen Zhi opened her eyes, turning to look at the ingratiating Wen Yiwan and accepted happily, "Okay."

Wen Yiwan immediately asked, "Which brand of clothes do you like? I’m a member of many international brands, just tell me which you like, and I’ll buy them right away. Oh right, do you need a bag? And shoes, you don’t seem to like high heels much, so I’ll buy flats..."

Wen Zhi listened quietly as Wen Yiwan kept talking by her ear.

As dominant as Wen Yiwan was earlier, she now appeared utterly servile, her face full of ingratiating looks, contrasting starkly with the fierce person from last night, almost like two different people.

"Is it worth it?" At that moment, Wen Zhi suddenly asked.

Wen Yiwan wasn’t quick to understand and still questioned, "Worth what?"

Wen Zhi lifted her head to look at Wen Yiwan, questioning her word by word, "All the effort to marry my dad, causing grandmother to live alone far away, and grandfather unrestful in his grave, my mother died tragically, this family not being a real family, is it worth it?"

Wen Yiwan’s face rarely showed a trace of bewilderment.

Ever since Wen Yinxi had died, Wen Zhi had never spoken of these matters in front of Wen Yiwan. Her eyes held only hatred for Wen Yiwan, both loathing each other, having once thrown the Wen Family into utter chaos. Wen Zhi’s grandmother had consequently moved far away, never to return, and forbade anyone from disturbing her.

"What’s the point of saying this now?" Wen Yiwan snapped back to reality, her tone dismissive, even thinking Wen Zhi was insane as she looked at her.

Wen Zhi said nothing else, having lost her appetite for the breakfast before her, and directly got up from the table.

Wen Yiwan grabbed her, "You just promised me."

Wen Zhi, "What?"

Wen Yiwan reminded, "Not to snitch to Yanzhou."

Wen Zhi brushed aside a strand of hair from her cheek that had been dampened with milk, "Instead of being so guilty, it would be better to restrain your own behavior."

Wen Yiwan’s face tightened.

Wen Zhi simply left with, "I’ll see how you behave."

After speaking, Wen Zhi pulled her hand away from Wen Yiwan and went upstairs to shower and change.

After showering and changing, Wen Zhi went out to the courtyard to soak up the sun.

The roses in the eastern garden were blooming beautifully, each competing with the next in splendor.

However, that place was originally filled with roses, which Wen Yinxi was quite fond of. Thus, Mu Yanzhou had planted roses throughout the courtyard himself. After Wen Yinxi passed away, Wen Yiwan immediately had the roses dug up and replaced with roses.

Wen Zhi had argued before, but to no avail.

This time, she summoned a servant, "Chop down all those roses."

The servant was alarmed, "Chop, chop them down?"

Wen Zhi nodded, "Yes, chop them all down."

The servant hesitated, "But these roses are blooming so well, and the lady enjoys them every day..."

"I don’t like them; chop them down," Wen Zhi interrupted the servant abruptly, her tone brooking no argument.

The servant immediately complied, "Yes, yes, I’ll get right on it."

Following that, Wen Zhi called another servant to rearrange a chair in the courtyard. She sat in the chair, quietly watching the servant chop down all the roses.

Soon, Wen Yiwan rushed over to the courtyard upon hearing the news.

When she saw that swath of roses chopped down, she trembled with rage, "Wen Zhi, don’t get too arrogant!"

Wen Zhi, "I’ve said, now that I’m back, I plan to stay for good. All things that displease my eyes, I will reconstruct until they satisfy me."

Wen Yiwan approached Wen Zhi, "I heard you were staying with the Shang family, using all your cunning to seduce Shang Hexing. What, didn’t he arrange a place for your trysts? Or did he dump you?"

How harsh.

Wen Zhi was about to retort when at that moment, a servant hurried over, "Miss, a car has come outside; it’s for you."

Wen Zhi straightened and asked, "Who?"

The servant replied, "He said his last name is Shang."

"I know." Wen Zhi got up and walked outside.

Wen Yiwan hadn’t expected such a coincidence, speaking of that man right as he arrived.

Nevermind, she needed to keep her distance.

The support Wen Zhi had found, Sher merely dared to verbally tease, as in reality, she really couldn’t afford to provoke him.

As Wen Yiwan was about to return to her room, she couldn’t contain her curiosity and stole a glance when she heard the conversation.