Sharing Dreams with My Bestie’s Cousin
Chapter 150 - 150 Disturb him

Chapter 150: Disturb him Chapter 150: Disturb him Between adults of the opposite sex, some things can’t withstand the scrutiny of reality, and once they are exposed, they spiral out of control.

Wen Zhi looked up to accept what he called a “taste.”

The halo of light pouring through the diamond-paned window hovered over the two of them, and Wen Zhi raised her hand to cling to his shoulder as she closed her eyes.

In the days since she had moved into Qionglou, her day-to-day life with Shang Hexing had actually been quite mundane, sleeping separately, with physical contact being the limit. They both knew very well that continuing that affair without clarity on their relationship was ultimately improper.

He desired an official status, to the point of madness, but Wen Zhi just wouldn’t commit.

Today he was somewhat out of control, first because of Liang Yin’s provocation, and second because of Wen Zhi’s attitude. He excelled at controlling everything, but he didn’t want to control her; he wanted her to be herself, yet his soft heart brought nothing but anxiety.

He had “tasted” the sweetness of that lemon candy, faint yet permeating the air between them.

Their lips parted.

Wen Zhi opened her eyes to look at him, her eyebrows and eyes curved in a clever smile, “Is it sweet?”

Shang Hexing kissed her nose tip again, letting out a satisfied sigh, “Mm.”

“How sweet is it?”

“Very sweet,” he said.

Wen Zhi then asked, “Have you cooled down now?”

He replied, “I have.”

The reassurance was effective, and Wen Zhi was pleased with herself; the hand that clung to his shoulder slowly moved up, lightly touching his brow and eyes, “You shouldn’t always be angry.”

“Isn’t it you who makes me angry?” he retorted.

Wen Zhi said, “Then I won’t make you angry anymore.”

Shang Hexing, “Promises are easy for you to make.”

His words implied a dig at her, and Wen Zhi, hearing the sarcasm, pretended to be angry and turned to leave, but Shang Hexing pulled her back.

“You’re leaving just like that?”

He was somewhat dissatisfied, not showing it on his face but clearly in his tone.

Wen Zhi mustered a smile, as if intending to say something, when Shang Hexing asked again, “Is it because Meng Fan is more important than me?”

This time, Wen Zhi was taken aback.

She blinked her almond eyes at him, incredulity flickering in her gaze. He had just finished being jealous of Liang Yin, and now he was jealous of Meng Fan too?

“What are you laughing at?” Not only had Shang Hexing been waiting for her answer, but he also saw her heartlessly laughing.

Yet, Wen Zhi hadn’t even realized she was laughing.

Only after hearing his words did she react, toning down her smile slightly, “I’m not going to see Meng Fan.”

Before coming to see him, she had already visited Meng Fan, who had actually encouraged her to come.

“Then stay here with me for a while,” he said.

Compared to a direct command of “stay with me,” the phrase “stay with me for a while” had a softer tone that easily melted one’s heart, tempting one to agree to anything he asked.

Wen Zhi had no choice but to put Meng Fan on hold and agreed to him, “Alright.”

His brow relaxed.

He had left earlier than usual today, and there were still some official matters he hadn’t finished. Shang Hexing had to attend to them, so he had asked Wen Zhi to stay and keep him company.

As she watched Shang Hexing settle down behind his desk, Wen Zhi grew curious about something, and standing beneath the bookshelf, she asked, “You didn’t really rush back from a meeting today, did you?”

Shang Hexing looked up, discerning her little scheme, his lips curling in a smile, “Want to know to what extent I can be reckless?”

Wen Zhi, “You wouldn’t.”

Shang Hexing picked up a resort’s natural ecology research report from his desk and began to flip through it, “Are you so sure about me?”

Wen Zhi said, “You keep work and personal life separate.”

Shang Hexing’s smile deepened, “You flatter me.”

Wen Zhi sweetly replied, “I’m just telling the truth. You didn’t get to where you are now by luck; you obviously have a clear grasp of what’s important.”

Her words nearly embellished Shang Hexing with praise.

He liked her as a person, and liked the emotional value she brought to him, especially in moments like this, which he found very rewarding.

To prevent her from getting bored, he reminded her, “The bookshelf behind you gathers hundreds of books each year. Find the kind you like to read; you can take a look if you’re feeling bored.”

As long as she stayed and read books in his study, keeping her company was also a pleasure for him.

Upon his suggestion, Wen Zhi casually took a book within reach and flipped through it.

All were profound literary works.

Wen Zhi skimmed through a few pages with a distracted mind, struggling to focus, so she put the book back on the shelf.

She sneaked a glance at Shang Hexing; he was earnestly dealing with official business, occasionally sketching with his pen, unaware that she was watching him.

The atmosphere in the study was exceptionally quiet, and she could faintly hear the rustling sound of the pen on paper.

After staring blankly for a while, Wen Zhi couldn’t help but walk toward him.

The carpet muffled her approach, and as she drew near, Shang Hexing noticed and looked up, asking, “Not reading anymore?”

Wen Zhi leaned against the desk, “Books aren’t as interesting to look at as you are.”

Shang Hexing raised his eyes to her, “Your words are especially sweet today.”

She never said anything he didn’t enjoy hearing.

Wen Zhi bent slightly, resting her elbows on the desk and her cheek in her palm as she watched him, “Didn’t you just taste it for yourself? You even complimented how sweet it was.”

Shang Hexing’s gaze grew more intense, “Wen Zhi, you’re distracting me, do you know that?”

“I don’t,” Wen Zhi said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, the corners of her mouth curled in a sly smile, “But now that you’ve mentioned it, I’ll be mindful.”

She didn’t think she was deliberately teasing him.

She was just bored and always wanted to talk to him, ignoring the fact that she was disrupting his work with her every word and action.

But to Shang Hexing, it seemed she was flirting without being aware of it. Or perhaps she didn’t need to do anything at all; just standing in front of him and glancing with a casual yet suggestive look could make him lose self-control.

“Alright then, I’ll stop bothering you; continue with your work,” said Wen Zhi, fearing that staying longer would keep affecting him. She turned and walked back toward the bookshelf.

Watching her slender figure walking away, he suddenly put aside the documents in his hand, took a sip of water from his cup in an attempt to suppress the heat in his heart.

Unable to quell it, a layer of irrepressible desire surfaced in his expression. He unbuttoned one of his cufflinks and then stood up.

However, after two or three seconds, he sat back down again.

Today was today,

Enough said.

There would be plenty of time in the future, no need to rush the moment.

Wen Zhi only stayed by the bookshelf for a short while before slipping away. Rather than saying she escaped, it’s more accurate to say that Shang Hexing allowed her to go. He still had official duties to attend to and couldn’t spare many words to accompany her. Due to boredom and having agreed to stay with him, she had been toughing it out, standing dozily there.

Shang Hexing, worried she might accidentally hurt herself should she doze off, had allowed her to leave first.

Downstairs.

Meng Fan was squatting by the courtyard pond, feeding the fish. He fed them too much, continuously scattering food, and the fish couldn’t keep up with eating.

Wen Zhi walked over and said, “You might as well take the fish out and feed each one by hand.”

Meng Fan scattered a handful of fish feed into the pond, patted his hands clean, and stood up, saying, “That’d be a bit troublesome, plus I’m afraid of overfeeding them to death and then Uncle would hold me accountable.”

Wen Zhi asked, “So if it weren’t troublesome, you’d actually try it?”

Meng Fan grinned, “Can’t say for sure.”

Wen Zhi reached out to smack Meng Fan, but with a swift side-step, he dodged, “Why resort to hitting when we’re just talking?”