Sharing Dreams with My Bestie’s Cousin
Chapter 128 - 128 He proposed being together with her

Chapter 128: He proposed being together with her. Chapter 128: He proposed being together with her. Just like Meng Fan said, she was a very obstinate person.

Shang Hexing saw through her thoughts, didn’t point them out, and still took her hand, their fingers tightly interlaced, “Let’s go, it’s time to go in.”

Wen Zhi had no choice but to follow his pace.

At eight-thirty, the spectacular fireworks burst on time in the night sky.

Only Wen Zhi and Shang Hexing were present this time, Chen Jinhai did not tag along, nor were there any disturbing calls. Wen Zhi stood at the best spot, with Shang Hexing behind her, surrounded by other tourists who also came in pairs.

Some were lovers, some were married couples, and some were friends.

Wen Zhi also noticed a young couple with a child around the age of three; the child sat on his dad’s shoulders, the woman leaned against the man, who steadied the child with one hand and held the woman’s hand with the other.

A very heartwarming scene.

The sight and sentiment brought Wen Zhi back to the son she had dreamt of, and she couldn’t help but murmur, “Zhisui…”

That utterance reached Shang Hexing’s ear, and he glanced sideways.

“Who is Zhisui?” he asked.

Wen Zhi withdrew her gaze, thought of the little fellow who had appeared briefly in her dreams, and a radiant smile spread across her lips, “He’s a very lovely child.”

“You’re very close to him?” he asked casually.

Wen Zhi pondered for a moment before responding, “Close, but not exactly acquainted.”

Shang Hexing arched an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

Clusters of fireworks soared into the night sky, blooming with dazzling beauty, amidst the frequent exclamations around them, not lacking the sounds of camera shutters clicking.

“Zhisui is a little boy I dreamt of, he’s very cute and well-behaved, I really, really like him,” Wen Zhi spoke of Zhisui with exceptionally tender eyes, her whole being radiating maternal brilliance.

Holding back a smile, Shang Hexing asked, “Is Zhisui the name you gave to that child?”

“No,” Wen Zhi shook her head, “It was Zhisui’s dad who named him.”

“So, it seems you got married and had a child in your dream?” Shang Hexing probed with curiosity, showing not a hint of displeasure.

In the face of the real Shang Hexing, Wen Zhi felt that it didn’t really matter to talk about the things related to Zhisui from her dreams. After all, Shang Hexing would never know that she had dreamt of him many times and even had a lovely Little Zhisui with him in those dreams!

“Something like that,” Wen Zhi nodded gently, “I met a good partner in the dream, he was very kind, we loved each other deeply, and then I had a child, it was a very happy and fulfilling dream, and every time I woke up, I felt reluctant to leave it, if only…”

Shang Hexing picked up where she left off, “If only dreams could come true, is that what you mean?”

Wen Zhi lowered her eyelids, “A dream will always be a dream, it won’t come true.”

The reality for her was, as long as she could let go of the obsession with her mother’s cause of death, she could actually have a good life for the rest of her days.

Yet she could not let go.

Her mother had passed away inexplicably, and every time she recalled the day she discovered her mother’s body, she was overwhelmed by immense pain. How could she live the rest of her life in peace without avenging her mother? But once her revenge was complete, what awaited her for the rest of her life was nothing but prison…

“Wen Zhi.”

Shang Hexing called out her name.

Wen Zhi took a deep breath and was about to look at him when his voice reached her, uttering a very resolute statement:

“Be with me.”

Wen Zhi was taken aback.

She turned her head and met his deep gaze.

The fireworks in the night sky were brilliant beyond compare, the sounds around her seeming to be automatically muted, Wen Zhi’s world fell into silence, with only Shang Hexing in front of her.

He didn’t rush her, just quietly watched her, waiting for her response.

“Shang Hexing, we…” Wen Zhi’s throat felt tight, her emotions as painful as swallowing needles.

Shang Hexing guessed what she wanted to say, “Is it to reject me?”

Wen Zhi felt a heavy pressure in her chest, “We, we’re not suitable.”

“Because of our social status?” he asked.

Wen Zhi nodded, “I’m not worthy of you.”

Shang Hexing, “As long as I’m worthy of you, that’s enough.”

Wen Zhi shook her head, she said, “Actually, I’m well aware that the Han Family will not agree to our being together.”

“The person who wants to be with you is me,” Shang Hexing extended his hands, gently grasping Wen Zhi’s shoulders, “How the future turns out is not something the Han Family can decide unilaterally, do you understand what I mean?”

Of course, Wen Zhi understood the meaning of his words.

The Han Family was a force that helped Shang Hexing rise to his current position, but they were not indispensable. Shang Hexing’s own ability was outstanding; it was only a matter of time before he reached this position, sooner or later.

But, it was still impossible.

Wen Zhi shook her head, giving him an incredibly forced explanation, “I don’t understand what you mean, I only know that these matters are too complicated for me, I don’t want to live so tiredly, and I don’t want to affect you.”

Her stance was clear at this moment.

Shang Hexing slowly released her shoulders, stepping back half a step, and said no more.

Wen Zhi stole a glance at him, his expression unchanged, one might even say calm, as if her rejection had been within his expectations.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say.

“Did you like the fireworks tonight?” His voice broke the silence first.

“I liked them very much,” Wen Zhi replied, “Additionally… thank you for the surprise.”

Shang Hexing smiled faintly.

The fireworks display lasted half an hour, and after it was over, Wen Zhi suggested returning to the hotel. Naturally, Shang Hexing followed her wishes and took her back to the hotel.

He still escorted her to her room, but along the way, he no longer acted as casually and naturally as before, neither holding her hand nor having any other physical contact.

He restrained himself and maintained a gentlemanly distance from her.

Commonplace topics became insignificant conversations, and he hardly contributed, making the relationship between the two of them turn strange after this round of fireworks.

After closing the door to her room, Wen Zhi felt utterly dejected.

Sitting there dazedly for a while, her heart heavy and unable to find relief, she had no choice but to use the hotel phone to call Meng Fan back in Bai City.

It was half-past nine at night, and Meng Fan had just come back from a dramatic confrontation of infidelity.

She had smashed quite a few things in a fit of rage.

After destroying things, hands on hips, she exclaimed, “There! My breast ducts are all cleared!”

At that moment, a call from an unfamiliar number came in, with the caller ID showing Harbor City.

Meng Fan typically wouldn’t answer such calls, but given Wen Zhi’s recent situation, she worried about missing Wen Zhi’s calls and decided to answer calls from Harbor City too, thinking there was a one-in-a-million chance it might be Wen Zhi.

She answered the phone, “Hello?”

“Meng Fan, it’s me,” came Wen Zhi’s stifled voice.

Meng Fan’s eyes widened, “Zhizhi, it really is you! I’m so glad I didn’t hang up!”

“Yes, it’s me.”

Something was off in her tone.

Meng Fan picked up on it right away.

She immediately asked, “What’s the matter, Zhizhi? Tell me.”

Wen Zhi then told Meng Fan the reason she came to Harbor City, as well as her current situation.

After hearing it, Meng Fan exclaimed, “Uncle actually confessed to you?”

Wen Zhi, “Yes.”

Meng Fan sighed incessantly, clicking her tongue in wonderment, “I really suspect Uncle took a liking to you a long time ago, it can’t possibly be within just this short month. Otherwise, why would he go against the old man for you and even take a beating for it!”

Wen Zhi was utterly confused, “What revolt? Took a beating?”