Sharing Dreams with My Bestie’s Cousin
Chapter 130 - 130 Earning ones own status

Chapter 130: Earning one’s own status Chapter 130: Earning one’s own status Gu Rang hesitated, “If… let’s say if, Shang Hexing could marry Zhizhi without hesitation, what then?”

Mu Yanzhou sighed and shook his head, “He might get past the Han Family, but what about those above? In the face of power, there’s no such naivety. He is doomed to only stand high upon a pedestal.”

Meanwhile, the elevator Wen Zhi was riding in stopped midway.

A man entered, muttering and cursing under his breath, “If you’re sick, go to the hospital! Why take the elevator if you’re sick? Already sick to the core, so unlucky!”

Wen Zhi furrowed her brows.

But it wasn’t her business, so she just listened and let it be.

At that moment, the man picked up a call, immediately starting to complain, “Wait for me a moment, I’ll come down right away. Eh, don’t get me started, I just had the bad luck of running into a tuberculous ghost, leaning on a cane and constantly coughing, even coughing up blood. His face was as white as paper, I feel like he could croak at any second, hahaha…”

The man was laughing when suddenly he choked, staring blankly at the strange woman approaching him, “Who are you?”

Wen Zhi asked, “The person you were talking about, did he take the elevator next door down?”

Seeing that the woman in front of him was beautiful, the man answered with a bit more patience, “Yeah. The elevator next door. I was going down one floor when I entered and saw him coughing up blood. There seemed to be a young man with him.”

Wen Zhi’s step faltered suddenly.

The man saw this and quickly reached out to steady her, “Are you okay?”

Wen Zhi shook her head, “It’s nothing.”

The elevator finally reached the lobby on the first floor.

As the elevator doors opened, Wen Zhi’s first step out was still unsteady. The man behind her asked if she needed help, but Wen Zhi waved him off, saying she didn’t, and then walked out.

It was late.

The hands of the clock had already unknowingly passed ten o’clock.

It was only after Wen Zhi ran out that she realized she had ultimately been one step too late.

Her father knew she didn’t want to see him; even if he came, he would avoid her, fearing that his presence would upset her. But now, Wen Zhi regretted that when she had heard the noise outside earlier, she should have gone out.

A while later, Wen Zhi staggered back to the hotel.

With every step she took, she seemed about to collapse, finally falling straight to the ground. The hotel lobby staff saw this and immediately came over to help her up.

After being helped up, Wen Zhi didn’t forget to thank the staff. When they asked if she had someone to contact and offered to help, Wen Zhi thought for a moment and eventually gave them Shang Hexing’s phone number.

Two minutes later, Shang Hexing appeared before Wen Zhi.

At this moment, Wen Zhi was sitting on the sofa in the rest area, lost in thought for a long time, until she heard his voice and returned to her senses, then looked up to meet his gaze quietly.

Shang Hexing then leaned over and extended his hand to her.

Wen Zhi instinctively grabbed it, causing Shang Hexing to pause for a moment. Then, without asking anything, he leaned down, lifted her in his arms, and carried her away.

She was petite, and as he stood up, she almost seemed to float into the air, her hands immediately clasping around his neck as she softly said, “Mr. Shang, I’m troubling you again.”

His eyes, which had been hanging down, fixed on her face, and after a moment of quiet eye contact, he replied, “It’s no trouble.”

He then carried her all the way back to the suite without letting her feet touch the ground.

After placing her on the bed and as he was about to rise, Wen Zhi grabbed his hand, looking at him with a pitiful expression.

Shang Hexing said, “I’ll get you a glass of water.”

Wen Zhi shook her head, “I’m not thirsty.”

Then she gently tugged at his fingers, “Mr. Shang, I want to talk with you.”

Shang Hexing did not yet know what she had been through, and didn’t ask directly, fearing it would make her feel even worse. Now that she was initiating a conversation, he obliged and sat down beside the bed, “Go ahead, I’m listening.”

Wen Zhi gazed intently at his brows and eyes, asking softly, “Are you still angry?”

He suddenly laughed, “What would I be angry about?”

Wen Zhi, “I refused you…”

Before she could finish, he interrupted, “You turned down my confession of love?”

Wen Zhi coughed lightly, correcting him, “It’s not called a display of affection, it’s a confession. Display of affection is too tacky.”

Shang Hexing nodded, “Alright, you have the final say.”

Wen Zhi pursed her lips as she looked at him.

Shang Hexing made a guess from her reaction, then asked, “Am I being too dismissive?”

“No,” Wen Zhi shook her head.

Actually, after refusing him tonight, a normal person would maintain a distance from the other party. Shang Hexing had already been distant on the way back, yet it was her, in the dead of night, who still wanted to keep him by her side.

She was somewhat disgusted with herself, yet couldn’t control the desire to do so.

“Wen Zhi, look at me,”

Shang Hexing said.

But Wen Zhi merely drooped her eyelids and responded, “Hmm.”

Left with no choice, Shang Hexing had to reach out and pinch her chin, forcing her to raise her face and meet his gaze, “I know what you’re thinking, and I won’t ask further. As long as you need me, I’ll be by your side.”

“Shang Hexing, the promise you give is too complete, I can’t reciprocate,” this made her feel very guilty.

“When have I ever said you must reciprocate?” Shang Hexing’s attitude was clear, “What I care about is you as a person, nothing else is important.”

This was the attitude he gave her.

An attitude she could genuinely feel.

Wen Zhi stared at his face, entranced, and after he finished speaking, she kissed him as if possessed by a ghost.

It was just a light kiss.

On the corner of his lips.

That instant, she felt her breathing quicken, out of nervousness. Because it was only after the kiss that she realized this was reality, the Shang Hexing before her was real, not the man in her dreams who allowed her to do as she wished.

But by the time she realized this, it was already too late, she had already kissed him.

As for Shang Hexing’s reaction, he was very calm.

However, just as she was about to pull away, the always calm Shang Hexing suddenly raised his hand to clutch the back of her head and dominantly deepened the kiss.

“Mmm…”

Wen Zhi’s eyes widened.

She had only pecked him lightly, yet his kiss in response was extremely domineering and aggressive, leaving her almost no room to struggle or resist.

Directly held down, clasped, tightly gripped.

The softness of the lips was addictive, with breaths alternating between rapid and lingering, ebbing and flowing.

He didn’t leave that night but stayed with her and slept together. Besides kissing, nothing else happened.

…

The next day, Wen Zhi got up early.

When she finished washing up and came out, she saw Shang Hexing sitting up in bed, arms propped against the mattress, asking her nonchalantly, “After a night’s sleep, can we have a title now?”

Asking for a title early in the morning caught Wen Zhi off guard.

She stuttered, “It’s not like we slept in that way.”

Shang Hexing smiled, not quite smiling, “What way then?”

Wen Zhi threw the coat at the foot of the bed over him, trying to change the subject, “You should get up, you have very important things to do today, right?”

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a knock at the door.

“I’ll go open it.” Wen Zhi immediately slipped away.

Chen Jinhai stood outside, holding a bag containing a set of clothes. He said to Wen Zhi, who opened the door, “Miss Wen, this is Mr. Shang’s outfit for today.”

Wen Zhi took it, “I’ll give it to him.”

As Chen Jinhai handed it over, he asked, “Miss Wen, may I come in now? I need to report today’s work schedule to Mr. Shang.”

“Come in.”

Before Wen Zhi could answer, Shang Hexing’s voice came from inside.

Chen Jinhai didn’t think much, if Mr. Shang said come in, then he would go straight in. But upon entering, Chen Jinhai’s eyes widened at the scene before him.

Pants were discarded on the floor, a shirt lay at the foot of the bed, a lady’s skirt was beside it, and Shang Hexing sat on the bed with his upper body bare, the bedding covering his lower half, looking lazy and sated…

It looked like… a fierce battle had taken place.

Mr. Shang, does this mean you have a title now?