Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin

Wen Zhi turned on the floor lamp and, in her slippers, went to draw back the curtains.

It was not dark yet.

She temporarily ignored Fang Rong outside and returned to the bedside to pick up her phone to check the time—it was almost six o’clock.

There was a message in WeChat, from Shang Hexing sent just after five o’clock. Additionally, there were two missed calls from Meng Fan in the call log.

She opened WeChat.

Shang Hexing: I’m coming over now.

After reading the message, Wen Zhi redialed Meng Fan’s number. When Meng Fan answered, Wen Zhi, having anticipated the volume of her voice, held the phone a bit away—

"Wen Zhi! You’re ignoring my calls again!!"

Meng Fan’s roar came through the phone.

Fortunately, it was a few decibels lower than Wen Zhi had expected.

"Speak up! You’re not still emo, are you? It’s been hours!" Meng Fan pressed.

Wen Zhi replied, "Slept the whole afternoon, I’m fine now."

"Really slept the whole afternoon?"

"I never lie to you."

"Cut it out, you never lie to me? I’m always fishing for the truth from your mouth, okay!"

Wen Zhi: "..."

Switching the phone to her other hand and clearing her throat, she said, "I have something, and I need your help to come up with a plan."

Meng Fan replied half-heartedly: "Hmm."

Wen Zhi emphasized her tone: "It’s really important."

Meng Fan reluctantly believed her: "Go ahead."

That morning in the car, because of the turmoil and confusion in her heart, no matter how Meng Fan asked, Wen Zhi did not tell her what had happened.

But upon waking up from her sleep, Wen Zhi suddenly saw things clearly.

Even if it was because of Shang Hexing that she delayed that very important matter.

She couldn’t entirely blame him.

He only wanted to keep Buddha Beads close to her. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Before this, he didn’t know that she needed Buddha Beads to enter Chong Wanyin’s dream to unveil the cruel truth of her mother’s murder.

So at the end of the day, the blame couldn’t be laid on him.

Wen Zhi felt a sense of relief, but the moment she thought about how he rightfully took advantage of her in those dreams time and again, it made her angry...

As her thoughts reached this point, Wen Zhi forcefully closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Indeed, Buddha Beads were swapped by Shang Hexing for an almost identical strand, but I don’t know how he managed to do it so quickly. Do you remember that time at Jiuqu Villa? I told you about having seen him in a dream; it started back then."

"He switched the Buddha Beads, delaying something very important to me. Having learned the truth today, I really can’t accept his behavior, but..."

"But he has been very good to me, so good that I could overlook his actions."

Thus, Wen Zhi was caught in a dilemma, unsure of how to face Shang Hexing moving forward.

After hearing everything, Meng Fan laughed uncontrollably and asked, "So, Zhizhi, you’re pretty mad at your uncle now?"

Wen Zhi: "Not very, just feeling a bit resentful inside."

Meng Fan, though often stumbling over her own issues, had a knack for giving advice to others, giving a light snort and said, "I have a way for you to get even. Without making a big scene, without confrontation, and without damaging your current relationship."

Upon hearing Meng Fan’s words, Wen Zhi perked up: "What way?"

Meng Fan lowered her voice and shared her strategy with Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi, after hearing it, flushed red: "Are you sure I won’t get myself into trouble with this?"

Meng Fan: "Outwitting an old fox is indeed not easy; it all depends on you."

Everyone understood this.

But putting it into practice was not so simple.

There was a knock on the door again from outside, along with Fang Rong’s voice: "Miss, are you awake?"

Wen Zhi agreed to try the plan Meng Fan had come up with and ended the call, then she went to open the door.

"Miss." Fang Rong, having waited outside for a long time and finally seeing Wen Zhi open the door, was somewhat excited.

Wen Zhi asked, "Has Shang Hexing arrived?"

Fang Rong nodded: "Yes, he has."

Wen Zhi turned and entered the room expressionlessly. Fang Rong saw this and thought Wen Zhi’s behavior indicated disinterest in Mr. Shang.

Feeling somewhat confused, Fang Rong opened her mouth to say that Mr. Shang had already been there for a while when she heard Wen Zhi say, "Fang Rong, come in for a moment."

"Okay, I’m coming."

Fang Rong followed her into the room.

The bedroom was dimly lit by just a floor lamp. Watching Wen Zhi head for the walk-in closet, Fang Rong followed suit.

As the lights in the closet were fully turned on, the room brightened. Wen Zhi turned around, and to Fang Rong’s pleasant surprise said, "Miss, you look much better."

Wen Zhi replied, "It’s probably because I had a good sleep."

Fang Rong thought it made sense since sleep replenishes the body. She had seen the miss appear quite haggard that morning, and she had left early. Fang Rong had been worried something might happen.

Wait a minute—

The fact that Mr. Shang had been waiting for a long time had not yet been mentioned.

Fang Rong quickly brought it up, "Mr. Shang has been here for quite some time. I told him you were resting, and he said not to disturb you, but it’s not good to let him wait like this. So, I came up quietly to call you."

Wen Zhi sat down slowly in front of the dressing table, "Then let him wait a little longer."

"Ah?" Fang Rong was puzzled.

Wen Zhi looked at Fang Rong, "Do you know how to do makeup?"

Fang Rong nodded, "I know a little."

Wen Zhi asked again, "What about coordinating outfits?"

Fang Rong nodded, "I know a bit of that too."

Wen Zhi raised her hand and pointed to the nearby wardrobe, "Then help me choose an outfit."

"No problem, I will..."

Before Fang Rong could finish, Wen Zhi cut in, "With a focus on a sexy style."

Fang Rong’s eyes widened.

Sexy?

At this moment, Fang Rong had only one thought: Young people really know how to play!

And Mr. Shang is truly lucky!

Such a beautiful young lady as the miss, and she still goes to the trouble of dressing up to see him!

"Start quickly," Wen Zhi urged.

"Yes, Miss."

Fang Rong was efficient in her work, and fortunately, Wen Zhi’s wardrobe was full of beautiful unworn clothes, including some haute couture items that had been custom-made. She soon put together a slightly sexy outfit for Wen Zhi, featuring a black velvet dress and stockings.

While styling, Fang Rong asked for Wen Zhi’s opinion, to which Wen Zhi said, "Just do as you please."

Fang Rong was secretly thrilled; the miss truly trusted her, so naturally, she had to live up to that trust.

Fang Rong then put in as much effort as if she were dressing up her own collectible doll.

Wen Zhi had long, slightly curly hair. Fang Rong decided to curl it further. Wen Zhi’s features had a high degree of definition and required no excessive embellishment, so Fang Rong followed Wen Zhi’s facial lines and applied a pure desire makeup look.

The whole process took nearly an hour.

"It’s done, Miss. Please see if there’s anything you want to change in your makeup."

Fang Rong stepped aside and watched Wen Zhi anxiously, not relaxing her expression until Wen Zhi nodded.

Wen Zhi looked up, and when she saw herself in the mirror transformed by the makeup, she suddenly laughed softly.

Fang Rong was startled and asked tentatively, "Miss, do you think something looks odd, or do you dislike it?"

"No, it’s all very good."

Wen Zhi raised her hand to gently touch the side of her ear, "I just realized suddenly that the style of dress I used to resist actually suits me quite well."

Fang Rong, with her eyes closed, complimented, "Miss, you’re naturally beautiful. You look good no matter how you dress."

Wen Zhi blushed at the compliment.

She stood up and walked to the full-length mirror.

In a black velvet long dress with a square neckline and long sleeves, she managed to cover the gauze on her arms without disrupting the overall aesthetic.

The front appeared conventional and not overly sexy, but the genuinely sexy details were at the back.

It featured a completely open back design.

The back’s waistline dipped to the small of the back.