Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin

Chapter 36: He remembered it by heart.

Chapter 36: He remembered it by heart.

Opening the window, Wen Zhi was shocked by the scene before her eyes.

Outside the window that used to be empty, a litchi tree had seemingly sprung up from the ground. It was exactly the season when litchies were ripe, and the branches were laden with the fruit, so close that she could simply reach out and pick them. It was too incredible.

Wen Zhi suspected that this was a prop tree.

To confirm her suspicion, she reached out and picked a litchi.

It was heavy and emitted a sweet litchi fragrance. Peeling back the shell, juice overflowed, and the flesh was crystal clear and very tempting.

Wen Zhi ate one, her mouth filled with sweetness. She threw the shell into the trash can and turned around to go downstairs and open the door.

In the expansive courtyard, seven or eight forestry workers were moving about. They wore uniform attire, some directing while others carrying, all busy in an orderly fashion.

“What are you doing?” Wen Zhi walked over and asked.

All the forestry workers stopped their work and looked up at Wen Zhi. At this moment, one of them, a forestry planner holding a blueprint, approached her, respectfully addressing her as “Miss Wen.”

Wen Zhi looked at the approaching person and asked again, “What are you doing?”

The forestry planner said with a smile, “Chen Zhu ordered a batch of fruit trees and potted plants, instructing us to have all these trees properly settled by six o’clock this evening.”

Wen Zhi looked around and asked, “Why do you want to set them up here?”

The forestry planner honestly replied, “This was arranged by Chen Zhu. I’m not exactly clear on the specifics.”

Wen Zhi pursed her lips in silence.

The forestry planner immediately showed her the blueprints in his hand, asking, “Miss Wen, do you think these two pots of kumquats are suitable for this position?”

Wen Zhi glanced at the design blueprint and asked, “Apart from the kumquats and litchi tree, what else is there?”

Could it be exactly the ones she had casually mentioned in front of Shang Hexing?

The forestry planner pointed in the direction to Wen Zhi’s left and informed her, “There’s also sugarcane.”

Wen Zhi was astonished, “Sugarcane?”

The forestry planner nodded and then enthusiastically explained, “The sugarcane is transplanted using the whole-plant method, but moving the whole plant requires stringent conditions, with good growth and fully mature root systems. This batch has been carefully selected; you can eat it in less than a week.”

Litchi, kumquat, and sugarcane…

All of them were the ones she had mentioned.

“Oh right, Miss Wen, there was also a mulberry tree!”

When the forestry planner mentioned the mulberry tree, his expression became more serious than before, “However, it is said in geomancy that one shouldn’t plant mulberry trees in front of or behind the house. Chen Zhu gave it thorough consideration and had us replace the mulberry tree with Snow Lotus Fruit.”

When Wen Zhi heard about the mulberry tree from the forestry worker, a subtle feeling welled up inside her.

Indeed, these were all things she had talked about in front of Shang Hexing.

He had noted them down and had people plant them outside her house.

What on earth did he mean by that?

“Miss Wen, the Snow Lotus Fruit is planned to be planted here; take a look,” the forestry planner directed her attention to the mark on the blueprint.

Wen Zhi came back to her senses and looked down at the mark the forestry planner was pointing to, “In front of the kumquat.”

The forestry planner nodded, “Yes, right in front of the kumquat, with no gardenia flowers obstructing, plenty of sunlight, it will grow very well in the soil.”

The place where Wen Zhi lived was a small loft, not particularly special. Several identical ones were lined up on the east side of the backyard designated for guests.

Usually, it was very quiet here, with barely any servants coming and going. Today, however, because of a single sentence she had said, a whole group of people had been mobilized to plant fruit trees for her.

She hadn’t figured it out for half the day.

Now, some images popped into her head; could it be because that day she had eaten gardenia petals and had been seen by Chen Jinhai, who then mentioned it to Shang Hexing?

So… was Shang Hexing worried that she would go hungry and eat gardenia flowers again?

All these doubts were merely Wen Zhi’s personal speculations. She asked the forestry planner, “Where is Chen Zhu?”

“Chen Zhu, he…” The forestry planner was about to say he didn’t know when suddenly, glimpsing a figure approaching from a distance, his eyes brightened, “What a coincidence, Chen Zhu is coming over.”

As soon as he finished speaking.

A shout from Chen Jinhai came from behind Wen Zhi.

“Miss Wen.”

Wen Zhi turned at the sound and nodded her head, “Chen Zhu.”

“Just call me Xiaochen,” said Chen Jinhai as he approached.

Wen Zhi replied, “You are Mr. Shang’s personal assistant, it wouldn’t be proper for me to call you Xiaochen.”

Chen Jinhai, being an understanding person, didn’t insist on the formality of address but instead asked with a smile, “Miss Wen, are you satisfied with these?”

Instead of answering, Wen Zhi countered, “Was this all Mr. Shang’s idea?”

Chen Jinhai replied, “Mr. Shang thought that having only gardenias outside your room was too monotonous.”

Wen Zhi’s expression tightened ever so slightly, getting straight to the crux of the matter, “Stirring up such a commotion today, I won’t be able to explain it to the lady of the house.”

“Miss Wen, there’s no need to worry about that, Mr. Shang has already made arrangements,” said Chen Jinhai.

Wen Zhi breathed a sigh of relief internally, but also accepted his goodwill, “Please trouble Chen Zhu to thank Mr. Shang for me, the lychees are very sweet.”

Chen Jinhai smiled and nodded, “I will certainly convey the message.”

Wen Zhi turned and went inside, while Chen Jinhai stood and watched her leave.

…

Until the evening, the matter of planting fruit trees at Wen Zhi’s residence had not reached Chong Wanyin’s ears.

Of course, Wen Zhi wasn’t sure whether it really hadn’t reached Chong Wanyin, or if Chong Wanyin simply wasn’t inquiring about it.

Moreover, Zhao Qin hadn’t come to deliver the dinner; it was still the same servant from noon who had come, along with Bei Sheng.

“Little Zhizhi.”

Carrying a medical kit, Bei Sheng greeted her.

Wen Zhi was surprised, “Sister Bei Sheng.”

“Aiyoo~ I love hearing that address, your sweet little mouth,” Bei Sheng said, entering and pinching Wen Zhi’s cheek without any courtesy, teasing her like a child.

Wen Zhi was not amused, she puffed up her cheeks and asked, “What brings you here?”

Without mentioning her reason for coming, Bei Sheng asked in return, “Am I welcome here?”

Wen Zhi nodded, “Of course.”

Bei Sheng commented, “I can’t see the welcome, no sincerity there.”

Wen Zhi asked with a smile, “What kind of sincerity does Sister Bei Sheng want?”

Bei Sheng’s mouth split into a wide grin, “First, let’s check the leg.”

Wen Zhi, “…”

Such a roguish thing to say.

Fortunately, Wen Zhi had already experienced it that evening; after being stunned for two or three seconds, her expression quickly returned to normal.

Bei Sheng teased her, “Look at you, immune after just one encounter.”

Wen Zhi replied, “That’s because one shouldn’t look at a leg for free, there’s a fee involved.”

“Apupu,” Bei Sheng laughed out loud, “If you’re going to charge, you’d have to ask the boss for payment.”

Wen Zhi was slightly taken aback, “Your boss is Mr. Shang, correct?”

“I thought you knew,” shrugged Bei Sheng, and then she opened the medical kit, squatting down in front of Wen Zhi, “I heard your knee injury has worsened, so the boss sent me to check what’s the matter.”

Having said that, Bei Sheng rolled up Wen Zhi’s pant leg.

Pale and delicate, her slim and well-proportioned leg was visible, and up high, a nearly maroon scar stood out starkly.

“Tsk tsk,”

Staring at the wound, Bei Sheng clicked her tongue twice, “Logically speaking, your wound shouldn’t be this color today…”

She paused and then looked up at Wen Zhi, “You deliberately bumped the wound again afterward, didn’t you?”