Sharing Dreams with My Bestie’s Cousin
Chapter 141 - 141 I love it to death

Chapter 141: I love it to death Chapter 141: I love it to death No sooner had her voice faded than the door was abruptly knocked on, the sound continuous and urgent.

Having just experienced last night’s ordeal, Meng Fan’s heart tensed at the sound of the knocking. She was about to get up when Wen Zhi pressed her hand, “I’ll get the door.”

Meng Fan’s complexion was slightly pale as she nodded.

Wen Zhi got up to answer the door, and behind her Meng Fan reminded, “First check the peephole, it might be Jian Yingqing.”

Wen Zhi nodded, then looked out through the peephole.

Indeed, the person standing outside was Jian Yingqing. Wen Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression looked very anxious, constantly knocking on the door.

Wen Zhi opened the door, and Jian Yingqing pushed her into the room, slammed the door shut, and said in a low voice, “Something’s happened.”

Upon hearing that something had happened, Wen Zhi immediately went on high alert, “What happened?”

Meanwhile, Meng Fan, who was sitting at the end of the bed, abruptly got to her feet. She hurried out and saw Jian Yingqing’s awful expression, anxiously asking, “It wouldn’t be Shen Zhiyao coming after us, would it?”

Jian Yingqing shook his head, then turned his gaze to Wen Zhi.

Meeting Jian Yingqing’s gaze, Wen Zhi was rather baffled, “Does it have something to do with me?”

Jian Yingqing said, “I just stepped out for a moment and saw two police cars outside the hotel. In their hands… they had your photo.”

Wen Zhi furrowed her brow, “My movements in Harbor City have been exposed. Someone must have recognized me.”

But Meng Fan was full of doubt, “That’s not right. The Bai City police kept your drowning incident under wraps; there’s no hint of it online. Who would happen to recognize you in Harbor City?”

No sooner had she spoken than Meng Fan’s expression turned sharp, “I know who did it.”

Wen Zhi looked towards Meng Fan.

“It’s Shen Zhiyao!” Meng Fan declared.

…

Last night.

After Meng Fan was discovered tracking Shen Zhiyao and Rong Huaishen, Shen Zhiyao stopped her directly, and Meng Fan made no secret of showing her face.

By Rong Huaishen’s side, Shen Zhiyao was the docile and fragile little white flower, sweetly smiling at Meng Fan and even called her “Sister Meng Fan.”

Meng Fan, with her fiery temper, rolled her eyes and retorted to Shen Zhiyao, “Don’t try to be close and dear with me. I don’t have a poor sister from the slums.”

Even for the usually composed Shen Zhiyao, that caused a change in her expression.

But with Rong Huaishen by her side, no matter how angry Shen Zhiyao was, she would not lose her composure. She immediately let go of Rong Huaishen’s hand, timid and meek, “Huaishen, you go with Miss Meng for a walk. I’m not feeling well; I’ll head back.”

Shen Zhiyao turned to leave.

Rong Huaishen calmly caught Shen Zhiyao’s wrist and held her back, soothing her with, “It’s her who should leave, not you.”

That comment made Meng Fan explode.

Especially since Shen Zhiyao looked so innocent, even trying to persuade Meng Fan not to get angry.

Unfortunately, Meng Fan’s short fuse was her failing. She immediately pointed at Shen Zhiyao’s nose, angrily saying, “Rong Huaishen and I are protected by a legal marital relationship. You’re this shameless mistress still trying to play the victim here? You weren’t like this before. I really want Rong Huaishen to see your true colors. You are just…”

“Meng Fan!”

Rong Huaishen rebuked sternly.

Meng Fan’s words halted, and she stared blankly at Rong Huaishen.

At that moment, Shen Zhiyao, nestled behind Rong Huaishen with tearful eyes looking pitiable, and Rong Huaishen shielding her well, nearly gouged Meng Fan’s eyes with pain.

By contrast, Meng Fan herself seemed more like a spiteful shrew.

Rong Huaishen coldly looked at Meng Fan, and said gravely, “Put your hand down and go back first.”

Meng Fan barely restrained herself from fleeing in tears.

She withdrew her hand, tugged at the corner of her lips with a faint smile, yet her heart was bitter. After a long time, she managed to spit out one syllable, “No!”

Shen Zhiyao gently tugged at Rong Huaishen’s sleeve, speaking sensibly, “Huaishen, I’m okay. Actually, I want to get along well with Sister Meng Fan, it’s just that she doesn’t like me much. But I think if I try hard enough, she will surely accept me.”

“Dream on!”

That remark came from Meng Fan’s mouth.

Rong Huaishen’s brow furrowed.

Actually, Meng Fan knew that her emotions had been a bit too intense because she always put up a pretense of not caring about Rong Huaishen.

Even if she felt challenged, she should have maintained a superficial calm, instead of becoming so enraged that her emotions teetered on the brink of losing control, making herself look like an irrational shrew.

Meng Fan secretly pinched her own palm, trying to clear her head, “Rong Huaishen, don’t forget, the woman by your side has cheated on you, using the house you set up for her to keep a lover.”

As soon as these words came out.

Before Rong Huaishen could speak, Shen Zhiyao eagerly asked, “Miss Meng, are you talking about the man who accompanied me shopping yesterday?”

Meng Fan’s breathing hitched, and she looked at Rong Huaishen’s reaction, then at Shen Zhiyao, waiting for her next sentence.

Shen Zhiyao lifted her lips with a shallow smile, “That man is none other than my brother, Shen Zhilin. Huaishen has met him too.”

With that, Shen Zhiyao turned her head to gaze at Rong Huaishen’s profile, “Right, Huaishen?”

Rong Huaishen looked up and glanced at Meng Fan, and under her complex gaze, he nodded slightly, replying with a hmm.

Hearing that hmm from Rong Huaishen, Meng Fan clenched her teeth, her complexion looking particularly terrible.

She always felt like it wasn’t as simple as being her brother.

That man was fierce and ferocious.

Seeing Meng Fan’s reaction, Shen Zhiyao asked with some concern, “Miss Meng, are you feeling unwell?”

Shen Zhiyao not only asked with concern but also stepped forward as if to support Meng Fan.

But as she barely touched Meng Fan’s hand, it was flung away.

However, the next second, Shen Zhiyao’s body, as if boneless, fell backward.

Luckily, Rong Huaishen held Shen Zhiyao, and with a frightened look, she leaned into Rong Huaishen’s embrace, “Huaishen, I was just trying to kindly help Miss Meng, who could have known she…”

Rong Huaishen steadied Shen Zhiyao in his arms, his gaze directed at Meng Fan, his face becoming much darker, “Have you made a scene enough?”

Meng Fan was certain that she had merely pushed Shen Zhiyao away casually, not hard enough to knock her down.

Such poor acting skills, couldn’t Rong Huaishen see through them?

But when Meng Fan met Rong Huaishen’s anger-filled gaze, all the indignation and doubts in her heart dissipated.

Oh, right, she had almost forgotten.

In Rong Huaishen’s eyes, Shen Zhiyao could do no wrong, because she was his cherished sweetheart whom he had been madly in love with since the beginning.

Meng Fan’s lips curled into a forced smile, “I’ve disturbed you.”

Then she turned and left.

At that moment, Shen Zhiyao suddenly called out to her, “Miss Meng!”

Meng Fan stopped in her tracks and then heard Shen Zhiyao say, “This is a society ruled by law, don’t follow people around or secretly take pictures. I’m kindly reminding Miss Meng, as well as reminding that friend of Miss Meng’s.”

After speaking, Shen Zhiyao turned her head, her face the picture of vulnerability, “Huaishen, let’s go.”

Rong Huaishen’s eyes lightly swept over the back of Meng Fan, “You go back to Bai City first.”

Meng Fan did not respond, turned around, and with a gloomy gaze, looked at Rong Huaishen.