Sharing Dreams with My Bestie’s Cousin
Chapter 117 - 117 He is coming

Chapter 117: He is coming Chapter 117: He is coming “I don’t care who your husband is, tell me, how did you get here?” Old Chen gripped Wen Zhi tightly without letting go.

Seeing the other party so fierce, Wen Zhi suddenly raised her voice louder than the man’s: “How would I know how I got here! I saw the gardenia flowers over there and couldn’t stop myself from picking a couple, and then I got lost! What’s wrong with you being so fierce, did a horse die or something? No, wait, you couldn’t be horse thieves, could you?”

As she spoke, Wen Zhi’s gaze swept over the driver and the two Horse Farm workers before finally resting on the Horse Farm manager.

Old Chen, seeing the gardenia flowers in Wen Zhi’s hand and realizing that they could indeed only be found here, felt some of his suspicions dissipate.

Seeing her cunningly accuse them of being horse thieves, Old Chen chuckled coldly: “I am the Horse Farm manager.”

Wen Zhi looked incredulous: “You’re lying, you must be here to steal horses.”

Old Chen: “I…”

Wen Zhi deliberately blustered: “I’ll have my husband contact the manager right away. A horse is very expensive; you horse thieves are done for.”

Old Chen: “…”

Wen Zhi’s phone was still on the call. She raised her voice to the person on the line: “Husband, I’m lost, but guess what I found? I found horse thieves! Hurry and contact the Horse Farm manager and have these people caught!”

A man’s voice came through the phone: “Okay.”

This time it was Wen Zhi’s turn to feel stumped: “…”

She had expected to hear Meng Fan’s supportive voice.

But instead, it was—Shang Hexing’s voice!?

So all this time she had been shouting ‘husband’, and it was Shang Hexing who was on the line??!

Old Chen, seeing Wen Zhi’s exaggerated and earnest demeanor, guessed she must have really wandered off while picking gardenia flowers and hadn’t overheard anything.

He took out his work ID from his clothes and waved it in front of Wen Zhi: “Look carefully; I am indeed the manager of the Songshang Horse Farm.”

Wen Zhi regained her composure and gave the ID a close look: “This could be fake, right?”

Old Chen suggested: “You can take a picture as proof.”

“That’s your suggestion.” Wen Zhi, still on the call, opened her home screen to find the camera app and took a picture of the work ID in Old Chen’s hand.

“Done,” Wen Zhi said. “I’ll go ask about it later. Oh, by the way, has that horse died?”

Old Chen shifted his body to block Wen Zhi’s view of the horse: “Yes, it died of illness. It needs to be dealt with.”

Upon hearing it was a natural death, Wen Zhi stepped back a few steps with her hand over her mouth and nose in disgust and asked, “Which way should I go to get back to the Horse Farm?”

Old Chen kindly pointed out a path to her: “That gate, go through that gate and you’ll be back at the Horse Farm.”

Wen Zhi thanked him and walked off as if she had every right to be there.

The driver, seeing Wen Zhi had walked a good distance, then came forward to ask: “Did she really get lost?”

“Hard to say, but I can’t disturb the snake by hitting the grass,” Old Chen replied gravely. “Didn’t you see I was just managing her? I’ll call that person back to explain the situation.”

…

After exiting through that gate, Wen Zhi walked very fast, afraid that someone might come back and catch her.

She had heard everything she needed to.

The man clearly was suspicious, but since he didn’t act rashly and even played along with her, it showed he didn’t dare disturb the snake by hitting the grass.

“Wen Zhi.”

Shang Hexing’s voice came through the phone.

The call was still not disconnected up to now.

Wen Zhi was extremely tense and twitched reflexively at Shang Hexing’s voice.

She took a deep breath to stabilize herself, then slowly brought the phone back to her ear and asked, “Mr. Shang, how do you have Meng Fan’s phone?”

Shang Hexing replied: “I found it.”

Wen Zhi puzzled: “Found it?”

Shang Hexing’s tone unchanged: “Yes, found it.”

At that moment in the horse farm, facing the wind, Meng Fan appeared utterly inconspicuous: “…”

Hmm?

How come it was found, when it was clearly taken from her hands!

Wen Zhi didn’t believe Shang Hexing’s words at all. If she had initiated the call to Meng Fan, she would have believed it.

If Shang Hexing had found the phone, he wouldn’t have coincidentally known Meng Fan’s screen-lock password, unlocked it, and then casually made a call to her, would he?

Impossible.

Shang Hexing knew she didn’t believe him and asked, “Is it near the back entrance of the horse farm?”

Wen Zhi had never thought he would be at the horse farm. While playing with the gardenia flower in her hand, she leisurely walked back toward the direction of the horse farm, replying as she walked, “Hmm, I got lost just now, but I’ve found my way now.”

Shang Hexing told her, “I’m on my way.”

Wen Zhi stopped in her tracks, “You’re coming to the horse farm?”

Shang Hexing: “Hmm.”

As soon as Wen Zhi heard he was rushing to the horse farm, she immediately grew nervous, “I’ll be back soon.”

“Because I’m coming, you want to leave? Are you that afraid of seeing me?” Shang Hexing asked her.

“It’s not that…” Wen Zhi hurried to explain, “I have something else to do, want to go home early.”

Shang Hexing called out to her, “Wen Zhi.”

Wen Zhi felt an inexplicable tightness in her chest, “Hmm?”

His voice came again, “I’m here.”

Wen Zhi’s breath hitched, “You’ve arrived… at the horse farm?”

Shang Hexing said, “Wen Zhi, look up.”

At the same time, the voice in the phone overlapped with the voice in reality. The instruction ‘look up’ existed both through the phone and in reality.

Wen Zhi felt dazed, suspecting she must have heard wrong, until she looked up and truly saw the tall figure approaching her.

In an instant, the gardenia flower in Wen Zhi’s hand fell to the ground: “Shang…”

Shang Hexing ended the call and walked leisurely up to Wen Zhi.

He had come urgently, directly departing from the Han Family, because he had drunk a glass of wine at lunch and was planning to rest. Seeing Meng Fan sneaking off to answer the phone, he guessed who she was calling, so he followed.

It was also through that call he learned Wen Zhi almost had an accident.

Even in uncertain circumstances, he still raced over without hesitation.

But she knew nothing, looked at him in surprise, her lips mumbling for a while, unable to call out, “Shang, Shang…”

Shang Hexing was still holding Meng Fan’s phone, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. He lowered his gaze to her, “Shang what?”

Wen Zhi pursed her lips, trying to keep her breathing steady as she said, “Mr. Shang.”

Shang Hexing deliberately reminded her, “That’s not how you called me on the phone.”

Wen Zhi’s face stiffened instantly, seeming to lag for two or three seconds, then her small face became instantly flushed.

Her reaction looked both confused and flustered, “I thought… I thought Meng Fan was calling me. Meng Fan understands me well, she knows how to cooperate with me.”

Shang Hexing: “I didn’t mind.”

As Wen Zhi was momentarily stunned, she heard him say, “Blame me, I didn’t cooperate with you seriously.”

Wen Zhi immediately shook her head, “You’ve cooperated very well.”

“Wen Zhi,” Shang Hexing called her again.

Wen Zhi’s heartbeat quickened, unwilling to meet his eyes, she avoided his gaze and responded with a hmm.

“Do you know why I rushed over?” he said.