Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin

The car door opened, and a wisp of cold air immediately poured in. Wen Zhi turned her head to look, Shang Hexing had already taken a seat beside her.

Wen Zhi wrinkled her nose, a subtle movement that didn’t escape Shang Hexing’s eyes. He asked, "Still smell like smoke?"

Wen Zhi turned her head away from him, "I’ve been out in the wind for a while, there’s no scent of smoke anymore, and the temperature has dropped again. I don’t know why I didn’t get in the car earlier."

The words of concern were just shy of being said outright, but Wen Zhi didn’t want to seem completely without principle. Anyway, he would understand.

A slight smile played on the corner of Shang Hexing’s lips as he leaned a little closer to Wen Zhi, "Noted, it won’t happen again."

Wen Zhi still didn’t look at him.

And she didn’t plan to initiate conversation with him again either.

Unless he spoke first.

But after holding it in the entire way, neither of them spoke.

Midway through the journey, it was ultimately Wen Zhi who couldn’t keep her patience any longer, and she blurted out, "Go back to the Wen Family Villa."

Chen Jinhai immediately looked back at Shang Hexing’s face for any reaction.

Shang Hexing remained silent and didn’t show any intention of giving an opinion. Chen Jinhai couldn’t be sure but still considered Wen Zhi’s status as the future lady of the house and reminded the driver to change the route to the Wen Family Villa.

The route was altered, the car was now heading for the Wen Family Villa.

Wen Zhi closed her eyes to feign sleep, and after about ten seconds, the faint sound of the divider rising reached her ears.

Immediately, Wen Zhi opened her eyes, "You..."

His warm breath approached her face, and his dark eyelashes fluttered nonstop. Wen Zhi’s breath grew lighter. She looked at the man who was just inches away, her lips slightly parted as if about to say something, but before she could, she was suddenly pulled closer to him by Shang Hexing. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Wen Zhi put her hand against his chest, "I don’t want to talk to you right now."

Her mouth said one thing, her heart another, deliberately giving him the cold shoulder.

Although the divider had risen, Shang Hexing didn’t do anything too outrageous, just loosely embracing her from behind, he asked her, "Do you still feel the chill?"

She was both warm and firm, not a trace of chill left.

Although the car was warm, it was not as warm as Shang Hexing’s embrace. Wen Zhi let him hold her, and didn’t forget to answer him, "No."

After answering, she leaned comfortably against Shang Hexing.

The sound of his strong heartbeat amplified in her ear, and she recalled the scene from the night before, collapsing in his arms after he had drained her of her last bit of strength, drenched in sweat. She heard his heartbeat, fast and strong, urgent but not chaotic.

It took her a long while to calm down, the room’s heat still lingered, the temperature was still high, and as he pushed her down again, his husky voice murmured in her ear—

Still not enough.

She thought he had taken something wrong to act so wildly all night.

Who knew this petty man had toiled all night just to make her miss the award ceremony, just so she couldn’t meet Liang Yin.

"I have called Liang Yin."

Snuggled in Shang Hexing’s arms, Wen Zhi was the first to bring up the matter.

Shang Hexing acknowledged with a sound but did not inquire further.

Wen Zhi looked up at him, from this angle she could only see his jawline, and asked, "Do you think I should be angry?"

His lips moved slightly, "So have you been angry?"

Wen Zhi lowered her eyes, "You’re not unaware of what I’m like, I’m petty and easily annoyed."

His warm chest trembled slightly with laughter, a deep and subdued sound that made Wen Zhi’s heart itch, fueling the urge to bite him.

"You’re not allowed to laugh," she said as she sat up from his embrace, her beautiful eyes slightly glaring.

Shang Hexing restrained his smile, "When will your anger subside?"

Wen Zhi moved back to her seat, keeping a distance from him, "Depends on my mood."

In fact, her anger had pretty much dissipated—it was all show for him to see. However, after this incident, she felt it was important to assert her stance.

"Shang Hexing." Wen Zhi called his name, turning to look at him.

He remained calm, waiting for her to continue.

Wen Zhi took a breath, and began evenly, "Liang Yin and I have long been a thing of the past. From now on, you have to stop being jealous over my past with him."

Not to mention, she and Liang Yin had never actually been together—it was merely unrequited love on her part.

She had made herself clear and hoped that Shang Hexing would stop engaging in such boring activities in the future.

"Liang Yin said something today," Shang Hexing suddenly spoke up.

Wen Zhi’s heart skipped a beat. She was initially picking a fight but suddenly had a premonition that he would turn the tables on her.

Her gaze shifted uncertainly for a few seconds before she steadied herself and looked at him, "What did he say?"

"The first person you fall in love with will always be the most unforgettable in your heart," he said.

Wen Zhi: "..."

These words originally came from Liang Yin, and now Shang Hexing was repeating them word for word to Wen Zhi.

It was also a coincidence that Wen Zhi had heard this sentence at the time.

She hadn’t hung up the phone with Liang Yin, so she heard everything that was said.

At this moment, she heard Shang Hexing ask her, "Do you have anything to explain regarding this?"

Wen Zhi was rendered speechless, her guilt turning her gaze out of the window at the receding skyscrapers.

How much she wished for someone to call her right now to rescue her from her helplessness.

But her phone was as silent as she was, not even a notification sound, leaving her with no excuse to even glance at her phone.

"Why aren’t you speaking?" Shang Hexing asked with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

At a red light ahead, the car came to a smooth stop just before the crosswalk, the partition blocking the view from front to back, leaving Chen Jinhai in the front puzzled as he hadn’t heard any noise from behind.

At this moment, Wen Zhi felt overwhelmed, wishing she could just vanish into thin air.

But the intense gaze beside her was almost scorching her, evading wasn’t the best strategy, so she turned her head boldly to meet his burning gaze.

She articulated every word clearly, "The first person you fall in love with indeed becomes the hardest to forget in the depths of your heart."

Shang Hexing had expected Wen Zhi to use all her cunning to coax him, but he hadn’t expected her to simply admit and agree with that phrase.

That really infuriated Shang Hexing to the point of being breathless.

He cooled his expression and snorted lightly, "Then remember for a lifetime, and if you’re afraid of forgetting, carve it into the family record."

"..."

Wen Zhi clenched her teeth for a battle with him, regardless of winning or losing, at least Mr. Shang surely wouldn’t be feeling good at this moment.

"That’s quite a good suggestion, I think it’s very necessary to take it up, I’ll go back and carve it into the family record, never to forget for life!" Her voice was even louder than before.

Shang Hexing fell silent, not saying another word.

For the remaining ten minutes of the ride, neither of them spoke a word, as if the other didn’t exist beside them.

When the car arrived outside the Wen Family Villa, Wen Zhi wrapped her scarf around her, and as soon as Chen Jinhai opened the car door from the outside, she got out without looking back.

Shang Hexing’s face looked terrible, but the next second, his expression subtly moderated, and Wen Zhi, a few steps away, suddenly turned back to hurry him, "We’re at my house’s doorstep, aren’t you going to come in and sit for a while?"

Shang Hexing: "Are you inviting me?"

Wen Zhi: "I’ll only say it once."

Shang Hexing got out of the car, and Wen Zhi didn’t wait for him, turning quickly to walk into the house.

Fang Rong came out to greet them, and just when she called out Miss Wen, Wen Zhi’s figure had already vanished quickly like the wind before her eyes.

Wen Zhi had gone upstairs.

Shang Hexing then came in; he walked neither fast nor slow, showing no intention of catching up to Wen Zhi. Fang Rong at the door could sense that something was off between the two but dared not ask. After Shang Hexing entered, she turned to make tea.

Upstairs, Wen Zhi was back in her bedroom, rummaging through her belongings.

Some things had been packed away and covered in dust for too long; she could not remember their exact locations and had to roughly search everywhere.

Searching here, then there, when it wasn’t found there, searching in the walk-in closet, until finally, she pulled out the drawers from under the bed to find that cardboard box.

Once sure it was the right one, she breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness, I finally found you."

She opened the box and found an old, yellowed diary.

The cover was so old that Wen Zhi could no longer recall how many past events were recorded in it. But there was one page in the diary that could absolve her of the injustice of the day!

"What are you holding in your hands?" Shang Hexing’s voice came from behind her.

Wen Zhi was flipping to that page when she was startled by the unexpected voice behind her, and instinctively, the diary dropped from her hands onto the floor, the pages spread open.