Sharing Dreams with My Bestie’s Cousin
Chapter 229 - 229 With her as the filling

Chapter 229: With her as the filling Chapter 229: With her as the filling Apart from this, the slit on the side of the skirt was also very high, almost reaching the top of her thigh, exposing the black stockings underneath.

Fang Rong thought to herself, might she have dressed Miss a bit too boldly?

Not to mention whether men could keep their composure upon seeing Miss in this state.

Even as a woman, she found it overwhelming.

“Miss, should we sew the slit a bit lower? I think it might be a little too high,” Fang Rong reached out, pinching an inch of fabric.

Wen Zhi swatted away Fang Rong’s hand, “Let’s leave it as is, it’s quite good.”

Her outfit wasn’t particularly extravagant, she hadn’t even worn a necklace or earrings, and her hair wasn’t put up, just curled more tightly and draped behind her.

This was thanks to Fang Rong’s apt understanding of Wen Zhi’s words, alluring was enough, anything more would be superfluous.

At this moment, she turned to Fang Rong and asked, “Do you have any rope?”

Fang Rong nodded, “Yes, Miss, do you need it? I’ll go get it right now.”

“Wait, never mind the rope, it’s too easily undone; bring zip ties instead. Do you have those?” Wen Zhi feared they might not, and it was too late to go buy them.

Fortunately, Fang Rong said, “We have them! Zip ties of all sizes!”

Wen Zhi smiled, “That’s excellent, help me fetch some.”

…

Downstairs.

Shang Hexing had arrived nearly an hour and a half ago. Though Mu Yanzhou and Wen Yiwan were not at home, he still brought symbolic gifts, as well as a present for Wen Zhi.

During his wait, he would sit or stand in the courtyard for a while, never smoking, just waiting quietly.

He could’ve acted like most men, disregarding propriety without the elders and heading straight upstairs to find Wen Zhi.

But he didn’t do so.

He was like a nobleman from the old society, observing all due formalities, patiently waiting downstairs without instructing anyone to urge her.

Finally, the sound of footsteps descending the stairs came from across the lobby.

Shang Hexing glanced over unhurriedly.

He saw Fang Rong coming down the stairs quickly, approaching him, “Mr. Shang, thank you for waiting.”

Shang Hexing calmly replied, “It wasn’t very long.”

Following Wen Zhi’s instructions, Fang Rong said, “Miss just woke up. Knowing it was you, she asked me to come down to greet you and to have you go up to see her.”

Shang Hexing didn’t show much of a reaction to the news.

Fang Rong was anxious inside, thinking she had left him waiting too long and that he was upset.

However, Fang Rong soon realized she had been overly concerned, as Shang Hexing slowly stood up and inquired, “Could you show me the way?”

Fang Rong hastily agreed, “Of course, Mr. Shang, please follow me this way.”

After that, Fang Rong led Shang Hexing upstairs.

But she only took Shang Hexing to the upper floor without specifying which room was Wen Zhi’s bedroom. Using another matter as an excuse, she turned and went back downstairs.

Watching the maidservant hurry back down, a flicker of something different passed through Shang Hexing’s eyes but quickly vanished.

He didn’t linger there; instead, he moved forward.

There weren’t many rooms upstairs, totaling only four, but there were two more around the corner.

As he passed by one of the rooms, Shang Hexing paused slightly, his gaze resting on the sticker on the door. With a flicker of thought, he stepped forward and knocked.

Knock knock—

His hand paused.

Suddenly, he found the door ajar; after knocking twice, it opened slightly on its own.

Shang Hexing pushed the door and entered.

The bedroom was dark, with no lights on, and the interior structure and furnishings were indistinguishable in the pitch darkness.

He pressed the light switch, and the whole bedroom brightened up.

A very pretty French carved bed, all the furnishings were warm and sweet in style, and the faint scent of lily of the valley pervaded the entire bedroom…

As Shang Hexing walked forward, he suddenly stepped on something, even though the pressure wasn’t very noticeable.

He looked down and his pupils contracted—it was a stocking.

He wasn’t sure if it belonged to Wen Zhi, so he didn’t pick it up. Moreover, since he hadn’t seen Wen Zhi since he entered, he decided to turn around and leave the bedroom.

But just as he turned, the lights in the room suddenly went out.

Without a sliver of light, Shang Hexing’s vision was plunged into total darkness.

“Wen Zhi?” he called out softly.

But there was no response.

“Wen Zhi, stop it and turn on the lights,” he said, knowing it was her, even quite certain of it.

Wen Zhi still didn’t respond to him; she was all too familiar with the bedroom where she had lived for many years and moved to Shang Hexing’s side in the dark.

He seemed to sense her approach and reached out to touch her.

Wen Zhi, with her keen senses, quickly dodged, turning the interaction into a game of hide-and-seek.

Soon, however, Shang Hexing caught hold of one of her arms. Knowing she couldn’t escape, she went with the flow and pushed him back towards the bed not far behind them.

Accompanied by the heavy thump of the bed, they both collapsed into it.

Shang Hexing was on the bottom, with Wen Zhi on top of him, his nose filled with a faint fragrance, and the soft bed underneath provoked his nerves incessantly.

In the darkness, he protected her lower back with his arm and slowly spoke, “Is this the welcome gift you’re giving me on my first visit to the Wen Family’s home?”

Wen Zhi asked with a smile, “Do you like it?”

Her voice was soft and sweet, especially when she deliberately spoke slowly, carrying the charm of a gentle dialect, easily stirring someone’s heartstrings.

“It’s a bit absurd,” he said, his tone slightly serious at first, but the next phrase carried a smile, “But I like it very much.”

Wen Zhi chuckled lightly, moving her arm to free it from his hand. She placed her palm lightly on his chest and continued in that heart-stirring gentle dialect, “Have you been waiting a long time?”

Shang Hexing’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, “Not very long.”

Wen Zhi explained, “I didn’t sleep well last night, and overslept during my afternoon nap. It was only when the maid came to wake me up that I realized you had arrived, and that you had been waiting for so long.”

While explaining, Wen Zhi’s tone was softer than before, obviously hiding some concerns.

Shang Hexing only knew Wen Zhi had gone out today and that he had helped her intercept Shang Jing at the airport after she saw Shang Jing there. He was unclear about the specifics and did not have Chen Jinhai investigate further, but he guessed it might have been something important.

He didn’t ask, allowing her ample personal space.

But at this moment, he regretted not asking, as he couldn’t know firsthand what had happened to make her feel so downcast.

He helped her to get up, but was quickly pressed back down by Wen Zhi, “Listen to me first.”

Shang Hexing’s breathing deepened a bit, “Okay, you speak.”

Wen Zhi’s hand slowly reached up to Shang Hexing’s neck, her fingertips grazing over his Adam’s apple. He was about to speak to stop her, “Don’t move about, speak properly.”

Wen Zhi moved her hand away and slowly reached toward the pillow beside them, “Does it smell good?”

“What?” he asked.

Wen Zhi said, “Do I smell good?”

There was a five-second silence before Shang Hexing’s voice came low and slightly husky, “Very good.”

Wen Zhi’s lips drew close to his ear, “Let me tell you a secret. Before you came up, I made myself up specially to give you a surprise.”

Shang Hexing didn’t respond, but Wen Zhi could hear his increasingly heavy breathing.

Her laugh was as pleasant as the ringing of bells, “Do you want to see it?”