Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin

Wen Zhi said softly, "It’s gone."

"Really gone?" he asked.

Wen Zhi didn’t forget to say that phrase: "Thank you."

Shang Hexing: "There are many ways to thank me, but the one I like least is being formal."

Wen Zhi teared up with laughter.

Her heart was a mix of emotions. Shang Hexing hadn’t even asked her what had happened, nor why she wanted to intercept Shang Jing, he just directly made arrangements, reassuring her.

He gave her too much peace of mind.

After ending the call, Wen Zhi let out a long sigh and her expression also relaxed. Seeing this, Meng Fan came over with a chuckling laugh: "I told you, as long as it’s your matter, uncle will agree to anything for you."

Wen Zhi pursed her lips: "You were still too impulsive just now."

"If I wasn’t impulsive, how could you have taken that step? You should be praising me," Meng Fan bragged, shrugging his shoulders.

Wen Zhi smiled lightly without arguing.

A few minutes later, Wen Zhi received good news that Shang Jing had been stopped at the last moment before boarding the plane and was now at the airport.

"Look at how strong my uncle’s execution is, Shang Jing is probably all confused now!" Meng Fan couldn’t stop laughing after hearing this news.

Wen Zhi’s mood also lightened: "Let’s go to the airport."

"Okay."

After nearly half an hour’s drive, the car arrived at Bai City Airport, and Wen Zhi successfully met Shang Jing.

However, at the moment, Shang Jing was in a bit of a disheveled state.

He didn’t know why he had been stopped, couldn’t leave if he wanted to, and got so frustrated that he started arguing with the airport security, only calming down when he saw Wen Zhi.

"Wen Zhi?" He almost thought he was seeing things.

Wen Zhi asked Meng Fan to go negotiate with the airport staff, while she went over to Shang Jing.

Once Shang Jing was sure he hadn’t seen wrong, the first question he asked was: "Were you also stopped?"

The first words out of Wen Zhi’s mouth left Shang Jing even more baffled: "I’m here to pick you up."

Shang Jing: ?

Wen Zhi’s gaze fell on Shang Jing’s disheveled hair and moved downwards, his collar was askew, his shirt’s hem was half tucked into his trousers and half hanging out, looking rather discomposed.

It was evident that he had made a scene just before.

A few minutes later, with a belly full of confusion, Shang Jing left the airport with Wen Zhi and got into the car.

Meng Fan was still driving, with Wen Zhi and Shang Jing sitting in the back.

"Tell me, what is going on? And why was I stopped at the airport? Was it your arrangement? How did you do it?" Shang Jing was eager to know the reason.

But Wen Zhi didn’t answer Shang Jing’s questions.

Instead, she asked him, "Are you still angry about me shutting you out the other day?"

Shang Jing said nervously, "What do you want to say?"

Seeing Shang Jing’s nervousness, Wen Zhi spoke softly, "I want to apologize for that incident."

Shang Jing wore a look of disbelief: "Is it you who’s being abnormal or is it me? You’re actually apologizing to me."

Wen Zhi, puzzled: "Don’t you think you’re not angry anymore?"

"Would I, a grown man, be that petty?" Shang Jing retorted irritably.

Sitting in front, Meng Fan glanced at Shang Jing through the rearview mirror when he heard those words.

She thought Shang Jing’s expression didn’t look like he was lying.

Wen Zhi pursed her lips: "If you’re not angry, why didn’t you answer my calls?"

Shang Jing helplessly responded: "I left the house in such a hurry today, I forgot to take my phone."

Wen Zhi was stunned for a moment: "... You didn’t take your phone?"

Shang Jing nodded: "If I’m lying, I’m a dog."

Wen Zhi: "..."

"When did you call me? Could it have been while I was on my way to the airport?" Shang Jing remembered checking his phone that morning and had seen no incoming call records.

Wen Zhi hummed in acknowledgment, saying, "If that’s the case, it must have been while you were on your way to the airport."

Confirming that Wen Zhi had indeed taken the initiative to contact him, Shang Jing was very puzzled, "You ignored me before, why would you suddenly reach out to me today? And you haven’t answered me about why I was stopped at the airport."

Wen Zhi just wouldn’t answer; she took the Buddha Beads out of her bag and handed them to Shang Jing, directly asking the important question, "Do you remember these Buddha Beads?"

Shang Jing stared at the Buddha Beads in front of him, his expression blank, but memories lingered in his mind, "They look kind of familiar."

Wen Zhi said, "These were the housewarming gift that I gave the lady of the house when I first moved into the Shang family, later I had you help me take them back."

With her words, Shang Jing had fully remembered.

"That did happen." Although he had remembered, Shang Jing was even more confused than before, "What about these Buddha Beads?"

Wen Zhi leaned forward, the Buddha Beads lightly swaying in her hand, "When you returned these Buddha Beads to me, was the lady really unaware?"

Shang Jing thought to himself that this was the question being asked. He reassured Wen Zhi with conviction, "My mother absolutely had no idea."

Wen Zhi demanded, "Swear it!"

Shang Jing raised three fingers and swore, "I swear, when I helped you retrieve these Buddha Beads, my mother absolutely, absolutely did not find out! She also absolutely, absolutely had no idea!"

Shang Jing’s reassurance did not put Wen Zhi at ease; in fact, it made her even more puzzled.

Could it be that Chong Wanyin had discovered something and had already switched them out even before Shang Jing helped her retrieve the Buddha Beads?

"Shang Jing!"

Meng Fan’s voice came from the front.

Shang Jing looked up to see Meng Fan grinning, looking gentle and harmless.

The more she smiled, the more Shang Jing’s skin crawled.

Meng Fan asked, "When you took back Zhizhi’s Buddha Beads, did they pass through someone else’s hands?"

As soon as Meng Fan asked this question, Shang Jing’s heart skipped a beat.

It was then that Meng Fan, still smiling, picked up on the slight shift in Shang Jing’s demeanor and asked, "Did they pass through someone else’s hands?"

"No!"

Shang Jing spoke quickly, almost reflexively denying it.

This overly anxious response made it hard not to suspect him.

Wen Zhi also noticed something was off, she took back the Buddha Beads in her hand, sat back, and watched quietly as Meng Fan pressed him.

"Why such a big reaction, as if you have a guilty conscience," Meng Fan joked with a smile.

"Who has done something wrong, who feels guilty," Shang Jing retorted, but his gaze kept darting around.

Meng Fan’s smile at the corner of her mouth faded as she hummed lightly, "It really went through someone else’s hands."

Her conclusive statement made Shang Jing’s face turn several shades paler.

But he clamped his mouth shut, not revealing a single word.

Just then, the front car door opened.

Meng Fan got out of the car, then directly pulled open the rear car door, Shang Jing retreated halfway back, almost bumping into Wen Zhi, his eyes wide with alarm, "Meng Fan, what are you trying to do!"

Meng Fan grabbed Shang Jing’s collar, "Tell me, who else did it go through?"

Shang Jing steadied himself and said calmly, "I won’t tell."

Meng Fan clicked her tongue and increased the strength of her grip on Shang Jing’s collar, "Speak or not?"

"I can’t say!" Shang Jing’s face tensed up, "What’s the significance of these Buddha Beads? Or are they very expensive? Why are you asking me about them after so long?"

Suddenly, Wen Zhi spoke up from the side, "Shang Jing, if you tell me, I can agree to help you look for the lady together."

As soon as she said that.

The previously noisy atmosphere in the car instantly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

It took a while before Shang Jing looked at Wen Zhi and asked, "Really?"

Wen Zhi nodded, "Really."

Shang Jing immediately relented, "Then I’ll tell you!"