Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin

Chapter 39: He already came.

Chapter 39: He already came.

Shang Hexing could tell from Wen Zhi’s voice that she was tense, worried, and apprehensive.

He said, “Someday doesn’t define which day, we’ll talk about it when the time comes. You should rest early.”

“I…” 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Then there was a beep from the phone.

Wen Zhi was taken aback, she took a look at her phone screen, and the call had been disconnected.

Is he angry?

It seemed that it was her attitude that had made him angry.

Should she call him back?

Never mind, calling back now would just show she couldn’t take a hint. Besides, she felt that Shang Hexing was probably ready to rest.

Considering his recent promotion, he had been working non-stop and traveling all over. He must be very tired.

…

The next morning.

Wen Zhi was woken up by a phone call from Shang Jing.

He urged her impatiently, “Get up and wash up. Today you’re taking me to Baixi Manor.”

Wen Zhi turned over, her voice a bit hoarse, “It’s too early, I can’t get up.”

Shang Jing dropped a sentence on her, “Then do you still want those Buddha Beads back or not?”

At that.

Wen Zhi sat up abruptly, her hair messy and her spirits low.

Shang Jing, hearing the commotion of her getting out of bed over the phone, laughed with satisfaction, “Hurry up, I’m waiting at the door. Don’t take too long.”

After saying this, he hung up the call.

Wen Zhi silently cursed Shang Jing a thousand times in her heart, and finally, clutching her teeth, she went to wash and change clothes.

Twenty minutes later, Wen Zhi, with a pocket full of lychees, appeared at the gate of the old mansion.

Today, Shang Jing was driving an eye-catching red Ferrari.

As Wen Zhi got in the car, Shang Jing was still fussing with his flamboyant hair in the rearview mirror.

His demeanor had become less and less like the first time she saw him.

Perhaps this was his true flamboyant nature.

“Looks okay?” Shang Jing had styled his hair with a 70-30 split today and dyed it a dark chestnut.

He was now asking her opinion of his hairstyle.

Wen Zhi glanced at it and said, “This hairstyle doesn’t pick faces, it looks good on anyone.”

Shang Jing’s face darkened, “You’re implying something.”

Wen Zhi, about to eat a lychee, turned her head and asked in confusion, “What?”

Shang Jing, “You’re implying I’m average-looking.”

Wen Zhi responded, “I’m average too.”

“Being average and looking average are different, don’t mix them up,” Shang Jing corrected.

That he would take the issue of his looks so seriously was unexpected to Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi didn’t want to argue and while peeling a lychee, she humored him, “You’re handsome and dignified, with a commanding presence and extraordinary elegance. To sum up: a peerless, exceptionally handsome guy.”

Shang Jing snorted, his hand resting on the steering wheel, “Those words may sound half-hearted, but alright, at least you have good taste.”

Wen Zhi: “…”

The lychee in her mouth didn’t taste as sweet anymore, soured by his comments.

“Give me one,” Shang Jing reached out to her.

Wen Zhi generously gave him one, and after Shang Jing had eaten it, she then asked, “Sweet?”

“Not bad,” Shang Jing adjusted the GPS and started the engine. The Ferrari made a loud noise.

Wen Zhi stared at him, “Aren’t you going to ask where the lychees came from?”

Shang Jing glanced at her, “Aren’t they from you?”

Wen Zhi choked.

Shang Jing looked at her with a strange expression, “It’s not like you conjured them with magic or something.”

“…”

It seemed Shang Jing didn’t know about the fruit tree she had planted outside the attic the day before.

Since even Shang Jing was unaware, it was likely very few people knew.

How exactly had Shang Hexing handled it?

…

The Ferrari was fast, and in just over ten minutes, they arrived at Baixi Manor.

As they were about to drive deeper into Baixi Manor, Shang Jing felt uneasy and, while turning the corner, asked Wen Zhi, “You coordinated with your bodyguard friend, right?”

Wen Zhi turned her head, “What bodyguard?”

Screech—

Shang Jing slammed on the brakes, causing Wen Zhi to lurch forward with the motion of the car.

“You haven’t contacted him yet, have you?”

Shang Jing’s irritable voice came from beside her.

Wen Zhi frowned slightly, a micro-expression that to Shang Jing seemed to indicate her unreliability.

In an instant, Shang Jing’s face grew colder, “You knew I needed you to take me into Baixi Manor today, why didn’t you get in touch with that person who could get us in yesterday?”

Wen Zhi looked at the fuming Shang Jing and replied softly, “I did contact them.”

Shang Jing was stunned.

Wen Zhi explained, “I just didn’t react in time, it’s not that I didn’t contact them. Don’t worry, we will definitely be able to get in today.”

The bodyguard was just a casual mention, of course, she didn’t react in time.

What familiar bodyguard?

It was he who believed it.

Shang Jing’s expression was strange, “Are you being serious, or are you joking with me?”

“I’m not joking.” Wen Zhi was earnest, “Why are you so quick to anger?”

She had indeed been startled by Shang Jing just now.

So mercurial.

Almost savage.

As her half-brother, would Shang Hexing be like this too?

Seeing Wen Zhi shrink to the side, as if scared by him, Shang Jing said uncomfortably, “Sorry.”

Wen Zhi gave him a look.

Moved away quickly.

Shang Jing choked up, “I didn’t mean to… Never mind, I just didn’t control my temper, I’m sorry for scaring you just now.”

Wen Zhi thought Shang Jing was too proud to apologize to someone voluntarily. Now facing his sincere apology, she felt a bit uneasy.

She managed a slight nod.

Shang Jing’s expression brightened, and he reminded her, “Sit tight, I’ll drive us in.”

The Ferrari slowly entered Baixi Manor.

After getting out of the car, Shang Jing tossed the car keys to the welcoming ritual attendant of Baixi Manor and led Wen Zhi inside.

They reached a point where they had to show a reservation.

Shang Jing asked Wen Zhi, “Through the main entrance?”

Wen Zhi, “Where else?”

Shang Jing was somewhat uneasy, “Your bodyguard friend, does he really have the clout to let us enter the manor through the main entrance?”

Wen Zhi pursed her lips, beginning to ponder Shang Jing’s words.

Going directly through the main entrance really didn’t seem reasonable.

Then, the back door it is!

Just as she was about to speak up, Shang Jing suddenly tugged at her arm, “Someone is coming towards us.”

Wen Zhi looked in the direction Shang Jing indicated.

She saw a young man in a suit approaching them.

The man was tall, his physique seemed slender at first glance, but the parts filled by his suit appeared quite robust. He had a crew cut, single eyelids, and his features were ruggedly handsome.

Shang Jing asked, “Is he that bodyguard you mentioned?”

Wen Zhi ignored him and called out to the approaching man, “Arang!”

As Gu Rang approached, his gaze rested on Wen Zhi. He initially looked expressionless and very stern, until Wen Zhi called out ‘Arang’, and a brief softness surfaced on his stern face; however, upon seeing Shang Jing beside her, his expression turned stern again.

Shang Jing furrowed his brows, sensing hostility before the man even got close.

“Is this that bodyguard friend of yours?” Shang Jing asked again in a lowered voice.

This time, Wen Zhi nodded, “…Yeah.”

“Why do you sound so unsure of yourself?” Shang Jing directed his gaze back to Gu Rang, “And he doesn’t seem like a bodyguard. He looks quite aristocratic. Make sure you haven’t mistaken him.”

No sooner had the words fallen than the approaching man called out, “Zhizhi.”

Shang Jing instantly shut his mouth; it seemed they really did know each other.

Gu Rang stood in front of Wen Zhi and asked, “How come you…”

Before he could finish, Wen Zhi interrupted, “I need to get in.”

Gu Rang’s forehead creased.

Seeing this, Shang Jing quietly asked Wen Zhi, “He’s not going to be able to do it, is he?”

The comment reached Gu Rang’s ears, his expression growing even colder as he asked directly, “You’re from the Shang family, right?”

Shang Jing nodded, “Yes, I’m Shang Jing.”

Gu Rang said, “I don’t need to know your name. Moreover, someone from the Shang family has already entered today.”

“Someone from the Shang family already got into Baixi Manor before me? Who? Who got ahead of me?” Shang Jing asked immediately.

Wen Zhi thought of the person.

At the same time, Gu Rang also mentioned the name, “Shang Hexing.”