Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin

Wen Zhi was so desperate to see Shang Jing, just as Shang Jing had been eager to visit the Wen Family to see her that day.

She didn’t know whether Shang Jing would still treat her kindly.

But she couldn’t care about that anymore.

At this moment, Meng Fan was driving while Wen Zhi sat in the passenger seat, patiently waiting for Shang Jing to pick up the phone after she dialed his number.

The traffic light ahead turned red.

Meng Fan stepped on the brake, glanced at Wen Zhi, and saw her expression getting worse, so he asked, "He’s still not answering?"

Wen Zhi guessed, "Maybe it’s because I snubbed him last time, and he’s still angry."

Meng Fan tossed over his phone, "Use my phone to call, and keep calling until he answers."

"Okay."

Without hesitation, Wen Zhi took Meng Fan’s phone and continued to call Shang Jing.

The result was the same.

There was still no answer on the other end.

When the green light came on, Meng Fan released the brake and snorted coldly, "I’ve never seen a man so petty!"

After his complaint, Meng Fan hurriedly asked, "So, are we still heading to the Shang family’s place?"

Wen Zhi nodded, "I heard that Shang Jing mostly stays at the Shang family home. Even if he’s not there right now, I might be able to find out where he went."

"Alright."

At this time, Meng Fan was concentrating on driving and didn’t notice the unusual look in Wen Zhi’s eyes, or her hand clutching the hem of her clothes tightly.

Wen Zhi was afraid of running into Chong Wanyin at the Shang family’s place.

At the same time, she wondered if Chong Wanyin might still be missing...

Although Shang Hexing assured that Chong Wanyin wouldn’t retaliate against her and that the kidnapping incident was over, Wen Zhi actually felt quite uneasy.

Meng Fan drove particularly fast on this trip.

Upon arriving quickly at the Shang family home, Wen Zhi learned from the butler that Chong Wanyin was not at home.

She then asked if Shang Jing was home, to which the butler replied, "The second young master left home about twenty minutes ago, saying he was going to Lin City. He should probably be at the airport by now."

"You’re saying Shang Jing has gone to Lin City?" Wen Zhi was very surprised.

The butler nodded, "Yes, Miss Wen, the second young master left for Lin City today. If you have any urgent matters, you can try to contact him or wait for him to return from Lin City."

Wen Zhi looked very dejected, "When will he be back?"

"That, I’m not sure of." The butler knew it should only be a couple of days, but he didn’t dare to be too specific.

"I see, thank you." Wen Zhi thanked him and turned to leave.

Back in the car, Meng Fan saw Wen Zhi’s face, heavy with worry, and immediately guessed what had happened.

Meng Fan, "Shang Jing didn’t agree to meet you, did he?"

Wen Zhi shook her head, "It’s not that he refused to meet. He’s gone to Lin City. He left just twenty minutes ago; he might already be at the airport, or even on the plane by now."

Hearing this, Meng Fan looked troubled, "If he’s on the plane, then indeed there’s nothing that can be done. Should we find him another day?"

Wen Zhi didn’t respond.

After a long silence, she finally asked, "How long does it take to get to the airport from here?"

Meng Fan swiped on the dashboard screen and, after looking at the route and timing, told Wen Zhi, "The quickest would be twenty-eight minutes."

Wen Zhi, "The quickest?"

Meng Fan pointed at the time for Wen Zhi to see, "It’s the morning rush hour now, so it’s more congested. It’ll take at least half an hour or more."

Wen Zhi murmured softly, "Isn’t there any other way to stop Shang Jing..."

"There’s definitely a way," Meng Fan said with certainty.

Wen Zhi turned to look at Meng Fan, a flicker of confusion in her eyes.

Meng Fan cracked a smile, "Zhizhi, if the plane Shang Jing is on hasn’t taken off yet, and you’re absolutely determined to see him today, then there’s definitely a way to stop him."

Hearing Meng Fan say this, Wen Zhi’s eyes shifted from confusion to anticipation, "What method?"

Meng Fan raised an eyebrow, "Call your uncle right now. Intercepting a plane might be too difficult, but having airport staff stop Shang Jing is definitely possible."

As soon as it came to asking Shang Hexing for help, Wen Zhi subconsciously resisted such an action.

Shang Hexing held power and influence; with just a word, a command, any rule could be altered because of him. However, his power wasn’t meant to be misused like this.

But Meng Fan didn’t think so, "Zhizhi, don’t you want to stop Shang Jing? Call your uncle now! If you don’t, it’ll be too late!"

Seeing that Wen Zhi still hadn’t reached for her phone, Meng Fan grew impatient and kept urging her.

"Hurry, Zhizhi. Even if Shang Jing is already on the plane, there’s still a chance to have him removed!"

"If the plane takes off, it’ll be too late!"

Under Meng Fan’s repeated urging, Wen Zhi slowly took out her phone.

Her expression was conflicted, clearly hesitating.

Seeing this, Meng Fan directly snatched the phone from Wen Zhi’s hands, "I’ll do it."

"Hey, Meng Fan, don’t..." Wen Zhi tried to get her phone back.

Meng Fan was now determined to solve Wen Zhi’s troubles and naturally, she wouldn’t return the phone. She knew the lock screen password of Wen Zhi’s phone, found the calls section, and dialed Shang Hexing’s number directly.

"Shush!" Meng Fan lowered her voice to Wen Zhi.

The call connected.

Wen Zhi’s outstretched hand stiffened, and she immediately fell silent.

Meng Fan was quick to put the phone on speaker, and Shang Hexing’s voice came from the phone, he called out:

"Wen Zhi."

Wen Zhi’s lips twitched as if she wanted to speak, but Meng Fan’s voice preempted hers, "It’s me, uncle."

"Meng Fan?" The voice on the other end was a bit puzzled.

"It’s me!" Meng Fan said in one breath, "The situation is this: Shang Jing has gone to the airport, and we want to stop him, but now the problem is that we can’t make it to the airport. Uncle, can you help us out?"

In this speech, Meng Fan didn’t mention Wen Zhi’s name.

Instead, she used "we."

This also implied that it was her idea, and then she used Wen Zhi’s phone to make this call.

"What do you need Shang Jing for?" Shang Hexing asked with a grave voice.

Meng Fan turned to look at Wen Zhi, and said word for word, "There’s... something very important to discuss with him."

At the moment, it clearly wasn’t Wen Zhi talking to Shang Hexing, but upon hearing Meng Fan’s words, Wen Zhi’s hand suddenly clutched the hem of her clothes, while her other hand curled up inside her sleeve.

"Pass the phone to Wen Zhi," Shang Hexing commanded.

Meng Fan glanced at Wen Zhi again and mouthed: Take it?

Wen Zhi’s hand that had been clutching her garment relaxed slowly, and then she reached out to take the phone.

Pressing the phone to her ear, Wen Zhi’s lips parted, "I..."

Before she could speak, Shang Hexing’s voice came through, "I’ve already asked Xun An to take care of it. If the flight hasn’t taken off, he won’t be able to leave; if it has, I’ll have someone at Lin City Airport bring him back."

Wen Zhi gasped for breath.

Actually, in those few seconds after she took the phone from Meng Fan, Wen Zhi was thinking that if Shang Hexing wanted confirmation from her, it was probably too late.

When Shang Hexing would actually ask, she planned to say it was all a joke.

Who would have thought that right after Meng Fan said those words, Shang Hexing had already given his instructions.

"As a thank you, I’ll come to your house for dinner tonight. Is that okay?" He was still considering her answer from yesterday.

Wen Zhi immediately responded, "Okay."

Shang Hexing, "I will come over early."

Wen Zhi’s mood brightened, "Okay."

"Is there anything else you need me to do?" he asked.