Sharing Dreams with My Bestie’s Cousin
Chapter 181 - 181 choke

Chapter 181: choke Chapter 181: choke Wen Zhi didn’t stay for dinner at Chong Wanyin’s place this evening.

Fearing that Shang Hexing would be unhappy upon his return and finding out she was there, she agreed with Chong Wanyin on a time to visit the gravesite, and then left early.

Upon returning to her residence, Wen Zhi saw Chen Jinhai standing under the attic, with a somewhat strange expression on his face.

Wen Zhi didn’t notice Chen Jinhai’s expression, she looked up at the attic and asked, “Has he returned?”

Chen Jinhai nodded, “He’s back.”

The corners of Wen Zhi’s lips curled up slightly, she consciously returned early this evening; he shouldn’t be angry with her now, should he?

Just as she was about to enter, Chen Jinhai suddenly stopped her, “Miss Wen…”

Turning her head back, Wen Zhi saw Chen Jinhai wearing a hesitant look, and she immediately felt a thump in her heart, “Nothing’s happened, has it?”

Chen Jinhai had no idea if anything had happened; he just wanted to kindly remind Wen Zhi, “Mr. Shang seems to be in a bad mood.”

Wen Zhi instantly understood Chen Zhu’s good intentions and nodded in thanks, “I understand, thank you, Chen Zhu.”

With an uneasy heart, Wen Zhi entered the house.

The day, nearing six o’clock, had not completely darkened yet; the house was bright enough without the need for lights, and Wen Zhi ascended the stairs with light and urgent steps.

Upon seeing the man’s figure standing in front of the window, Wen Zhi hurried over and wrapped her arms around him from behind, her voice soft and coy, “You’re back.”

Shang Hexing remained motionless and did not respond to her.

Wen Zhi, with her keen senses, could tell the atmosphere emanating from his body was bleak, and connecting it with what Chen Zhu had reminded her earlier, his mood was indeed foul.

Wen Zhi let go and walked around to face him; without needing his prompt, she took the initiative to explain everything to him, “After you left today, I also went out. I went to see Gu Rang and then I’ve been here the whole time, not going anywhere. It was only late in the afternoon when I found out that the lady had returned, and I visited her for a bit. Oh right, the lady also gave me a gift.”

Saying so, Wen Zhi raised her hand to show Shang Hexing the gemstone ring on her finger, asking with a giggly smile, “Look, isn’t it pretty?”

Shang Hexing glanced at the ring on Wen Zhi’s hand, then his gaze landed on her face, his eyes brimming with a cold intensity as he slowly asked her, word by word, “What are you trying to do?”

Wen Zhi was bewildered by the question for a few seconds.

She saw anger in Shang Hexing’s eyes and couldn’t pin down why he was in such a bad mood; she shook her head, “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

At the fall of her words.

Wen Zhi suddenly felt a chill around her neck.

Before she could react, she was forcefully pulled forward by Shang Hexing, and then pressed against the curtain.

His hand, resting on her neck, didn’t exert any force.

But the fury in his eyes made Wen Zhi feel that at any moment, his hand might tighten around her neck, cutting off her breath, with a fear akin to the one experienced as death approaches…

Her eyes immediately reddened.

The face of Shang Hexing before her seemed more alien than ever, as since they had been together, she had never seen him look at her with such an expression.

Shang Hexing leaned in slightly, the sharpness in his eyes sending chills, and he asked her again, word by word, “Wen Zhi, what exactly are you trying to do?”

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Wen Zhi bore with the humiliation of being treated this way, “Also, what’s wrong with you? Why are you so angry?”

There was a tremble in her voice.

She was afraid of him.

However, Shang Hexing did not let go; his palm continued to rest on her fair neck, then suddenly tightened around her throat.

“Uh…”

The fear of being choked, instantaneous and suffocating, led Wen Zhi to instinctively try to pry off his hand, but her strength was futile.

Shang Hexing tightened his grip on her neck, his face full of malice almost came with a gnashing tone as he questioned her again, “Even now, you still refuse to speak?”

Wen Zhi’s breathing was constricted, her little face turned crimson as she shook her head vigorously, “I really don’t know… have no idea what you’re talking about… Shang Hexing, have you gone mad, you’ve gone crazy… Let go, let go…”

Shang Hexing watched her struggle with cold eyes, “My honesty with you was only so that one day you could trample over me like this, right?”

Wen Zhi suddenly froze.

His eyes held malice, anger, and a touch of reluctance. The relationship between the two plummeted to rock bottom in an instant.

At that moment, Wen Zhi’s mind flashed through scenes of her interactions with Shang Hexing over the past few days.

He was always gentle, accommodating, and completely indulgent with her.

She was so deeply lost in his tenderness that she forgot what kind of person he originally was.

She probably… knew why he was so angry!

“It’s because of me, I told Madam… your mother’s grave is in…”

Before Wen Zhi could finish speaking, the hand on her neck suddenly let go.

Once she could breathe freely, Wen Zhi’s body went limp, she leaned against the curtains and slowly slid to the ground, then crouched there.

She tried to tug at her lips, wanting to muster a smile, but this smile was too forced, and no matter how she tried, she couldn’t smile; her expression was uglier than crying.

Indeed, it was this matter.

As Shang Hexing said, given the circumstances, the only reason she could think of was this one.

She had revealed the secret of where Han Xiangying’s grave was to Chong Wanyin, and now Shang Hexing knew about it. She didn’t even need to think or guess how he found out; somehow, he just knew.

She looked up at him. He stood coldly to the side, his expression inscrutable, his anger unabated, and his eyes still filled with disappointment toward her.

Wen Zhi hadn’t felt the sensation of a heart being pricked by needles in a long time.

At this moment, she truly felt it.

She mustered up the courage, tentatively reaching out to grasp his hand that hung by his side. Fortunately, he did not avoid her touch, but his expression remained cold and indifferent, offering her no additional gaze.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

Shang Hexing ignored her, standing silently to the side.

Wen Zhi’s neck was still aching, the sense of suffocation from earlier had scared her, and now her hand that was grasping his felt somewhat strained, but she still didn’t want to let go, “I can explain.”

Her words elicited a condescending look from Shang Hexing, “Speak.”

Wen Zhi opened her mouth, but although the words were on the tip of her tongue, she seemed to think of something else, retracting her hand and bowing her head, “I’m sorry.”

Shang Hexing scoffed lightly, his eyes revealing a cold disdain, “In that case, Wen Zhi, let’s both cool down.”

With that, he turned and left.

And Wen Zhi just watched him walk away without trying to stop him.

She sat quietly on the ground for a long time, so long that darkness fell and the whole room was pitch black until deep into the night… In the end, Wen Zhi sat withered all night and never got up.

The next day, Wen Zhi didn’t leave her house all day. She only had one meal, and no one asked about her.

On the third day, Wen Zhi fell ill.

She lay in her bedroom bed, dozing off when a hand reached out to her forehead to probe; when it was drawn back, the now awake Wen Zhi grabbed it, “Listen to me…”

Bei Sheng leaned in, “What do you want to say?”