Sharing Dreams with My Bestie’s Cousin
Chapter 106 - 106 His attitude as if he had her wrapped around his

Chapter 106: His attitude, as if he had her wrapped around his finger Chapter 106: His attitude, as if he had her wrapped around his finger Shang Hexing was on the way to the airport.

Meng Fan was in the car because she had been unable to contact Wen Zhi all day, and Rong Huaishen had been called away by an ex after getting a phone call, just when Shang Hexing happened to call looking for Wen Zhi.

So naturally, Meng Fan returned to the country with Shang Hexing and even mooched a plane ticket.

Right when the car was about to depart for the airport, Meng Fan received a call from Wen Zhi. From the moment she took out her phone to answer, Shang Hexing’s gaze was on her.

Meng Fan deliberately raised her voice to warn Wen Zhi and sure enough, as soon as Shang Hexing took the phone, the call had already disconnected!

“Oops!” Meng Fan said with schadenfreude, “I’m really sorry, uncle, the call got disconnected.”

Shang Hexing lifted his gaze to Meng Fan, who was delighting in misfortune, “On purpose?”

Meng Fan’s joy didn’t last more than three seconds before she was petrified by Shang Hexing’s piercing gaze and said resentfully, “Uncle, I was just born with a loud voice, please don’t be mad.”

Shang Hexing didn’t speak. His slender fingertips swiftly slid across the screen twice, pressing redial.

The echo from the phone was, “Hello! The user you are dialing is currently unavailable. Please try again later…”

Meng Fan immediately said, “Zhizhi might not be able to take the call right now.”

Shang Hexing’s lips curled slightly.

Unavailable? She just didn’t want to take his call, that’s all there was to it.

After one failed attempt, Shang Hexing didn’t try a second time and handed the phone back to Meng Fan.

Clutching the phone carefully, Meng Fan asked, “Uncle, do you need Wen Zhi for something?”

Ever since Meng Fan had saved Shang Hexing’s phone number, she had never received a call from him. Today was the first time; he had called to inquire about Wen Zhi’s whereabouts.

The atmosphere in the car dropped to freezing point.

Shang Hexing’s expression was cold and he didn’t say a word, clearly in a bad mood.

Meng Fan thought it over, deciding that even if her uncle wasn’t happy, she still had to speak her mind because she knew too well that an uncle of his stature would never marry Wen Zhi. Thus, she couldn’t allow Wen Zhi to be trifled with by her uncle.

Hence, Meng Fan pretended not to understand his mood and asked, “Uncle, have you taken a liking to Wen Zhi?”

Since Shang Hexing said nothing, Meng Fan took it as an affirmation and continued to ask, “When did you start liking Wen Zhi? And also… are you thinking of pursuing a long-term relationship with Wen Zhi?”

“Actually, I sincerely hope that you can think thrice before acting,” Meng Fan said seriously, “After all, a couple needs mutual affection to stay together. Otherwise, a forcefully plucked melon isn’t sweet at all.”

As Shang Hexing listened to Meng Fan’s non-stop chatter, his brows furrowed deeply, “Are you done?”

Meng Fan said awkwardly, “…Yes, I’m done.”

At that moment, she heard Shang Hexing ask, “Do you know what the next line is after ‘a forcefully plucked melon isn’t sweet’?”

Meng Fan thought hard and replied, “A forcibly picked flower isn’t fragrant?”

Shang Hexing’s cold and indifferent voice came through, “A forcibly plucked melon isn’t sweet, but she must be eaten even with sauce.”

“…” Meng Fan’s lips twitched, “Haha, you must be joking, uncle.”

Shang Hexing replied, “You can take it as a joke.”

His casually spoken words, paired with that icy expression, sent shivers down Meng Fan’s spine.

It’s over…

With such a domineering attitude from her uncle, it seemed he was determined to have Wen Zhi!

Meng Fan silently picked up her phone, opened WeChat, found Wen Zhi’s chat at the top of her contacts, and typed out a message to send her: [Zhizhi, you better find a way to hide.]

…

Wen Zhi stood by the window watching the rain.

The weather forecast was off today, and although the rain outside had lessened a bit since she had come home, the sky was still a shade of dreary gray — it looked like the rain would continue into the night.

The phone on the bed buzzed.

She turned her head and saw a WeChat notification popping up on the screen.

Wen Zhi walked over, picked up her phone, opened WeChat to see a message from Meng Fan, and then typed a reply: [I’ve returned to the Wen Family.]

Meng Fan: [I told you to hide, not to hide at the Wen Family!!]

From the text, you could tell how agitated Meng Fan was at the moment.

Soon, Meng Fan sent another message: [I have several vacant villas under my name, you can choose any one to live in! Leave the Wen Family quickly! I’m afraid that crazy woman will bully you again.]

Crazy woman=Wen Yiwan.

Meng Fan always had various unpleasant nicknames for people she disliked.

Wen Zhi stared at the WeChat message from Meng Fan and chuckled, then typed a reply: [Gu Rang came back with me, don’t worry.]

Meng Fan, upon seeing this message, finally breathed a sigh of relief and murmured, “Good, good.”

Shang Hexing looked over at her, his sharp eyes containing a degree of inquiry.

Meng Fan quickly put down her phone: “Uncle, I’m inquiring about my husband’s whereabouts.”

Shang Hexing: “Did I ask?”

Meng Fan: “…”

She silently picked up her phone and typed another WeChat message to Wen Zhi: [It’s lucky you didn’t answer just now, it was Uncle using my phone to call back, and he’s not someone to be trifled with right now, he’s terribly fierce.]

Wen Zhi stared at the WeChat message from Meng Fan, lost in thought.

She had guessed that it was Hexing who had called back, which was why she hadn’t answered.

Soon, she received another WeChat message from Meng Fan: [Uncle has taken a liking to you; it depends on whether you want to let him down. If you don’t, don’t get yourself trapped, Zhizhi. If one day you really fall in love, I hope it’s with someone who can protect you, take care of you, and with whom you can have a future.]

Wen Zhi seriously read the message from Meng Fan, her heart filled with myriad thoughts, and finally replied with one word: [Okay.]

…

At six-thirty in the evening.

Gu Rang came up to knock on the door.

When the door opened, Gu Rang looked at Wen Zhi, who had changed clothes, and said, “President Mu has returned, dinner is ready, everyone is waiting for you.”

Wen Zhi came out: “Let’s go.”

Once downstairs.

Wen Zhi saw President Mu Yanzhou’s back at the dining table, walked over silently, sat down, and without acknowledging anyone at the table, she picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

Mu Yanzhou, with his clear and handsome features, began with a rebuke, “After staying out for a while, you’ve forgotten all the rules.”

Only then did Wen Zhi lift her eyes to look at the two opposite her.

Mu Yanzhou was wearing a grey satin shirt, his pale lips revealing a sickly hue, as thin as ever.

Next to him, Wen Yiwan had changed into a new outfit, her permed hair cascading down, wearing her favorite V-neck dress, meticulously groomed from head to toe, elegant and graceful.

Wen Zhi, chewing on a piece of meat and with one cheek bulging, called out, “Dad.”

Mu Yanzhou reminded her, “And your Aunt Wen too.”

Wen Yiwan smiled softly, waiting for Wen Zhi to address her, but what she got was Wen Zhi saying, “I don’t want to spoil my appetite over petty things.”

Wen Yiwan’s face subtly changed but didn’t cause a scene because of Mu Yanzhou’s presence and very understandingly said, “Zhizhi must be famished, let her eat first.”

Mu Yanzhou heaved a gentle sigh and said no more.

Wen Yiwan considerately picked food with public chopsticks for Mu Yanzhou, then for Wen Zhi. Wen Zhi didn’t refuse, but she didn’t eat the food Yiwan had picked for her.