Sharing Dreams with My Bestie’s Cousin

Chapter 30: Protect her Chapter 30: Protect her Upon hearing her words, Shang Jing indeed did not hang up the phone.

However, Shang Jing was not convinced and teased her like teasing a child, “Are you that bored? If you really are, you can mix a bag of red beans and a bag of green beans, then sort them out again to pass the time.”

Wen Zhi remained unaffected by his words and calmly said, “I have a friend who is the chief bodyguard at Baixi Manor, and we are very close.”

Silence ensued at the other end of the phone.

Wen Zhi purposefully added, “It seems you no longer need it, sorry to bother you.”

She prepared to hang up the phone.

Three, two, one,
As counted, a compromising voice from Shang Jing came through the phone, “I’m at Jinping Mansion.”

A smile spread across Wen Zhi’s lips, “Okay, big brother Shang Jing, I’ll be right over.”

Shang Jing gritted his teeth, “Let’s make it clear first, the favor you need from me had better be something I can handle. If it’s not, then forget about it.”

Wen Zhi said, “You will definitely be able to handle it.”

“So sure?” Shang Jing wondered inwardly what matter she needed him for.

Wen Zhi didn’t bother to keep him guessing and directly told him, “I regret it, I want the Buddha Beads back that I gave to the lady.”

Shang Jing: “…”

!!

The words “forget about it” were stuck in his throat, but after much thought, Shang Jing swallowed them back.

Not to mention that the Buddha Beads had already reached his older brother’s hands.

Even if it was still with his mother, what kind of logic was there in regretting and wanting a gifted item back??

And now she actually wanted them back!

Although Shang Jing knew he couldn’t do it, because he now wanted an even more important favor from Wen Zhi to enter Baixi Manor, he verbally agreed to her first: “Okay, once this matter is settled, I’ll get the Buddha Beads from my mom and give them to you.”

Wen Zhi: “I recorded that, you know.”

Shang Jing: “…”

He gritted his teeth, “I act uprightly and sit straight; why would I deceive you over something that can be handled just by moving my lips?”

Better deceive her for now, she seems easy to fool, Shang Jing thought to himself.

Yet Wen Zhi said, “Not necessarily, I don’t know you well enough to be sure you won’t trick me.”

“…” Shang Jing took a deep breath, “I promise.”

A hint of laughter was in Wen Zhi’s voice, “Then it’s settled.”

Half an hour later, Wen Zhi arrived at Jinping Mansion by car.

Jinping Mansion and Baixi Manor belonged to the same type of establishment where only the rich and noble entered; the only difference was that Baixi Manor was a private estate and had stricter entry regulations.

Entry required a reservation for the day’s quota; Shang Jing directly arranged for a waiter to escort Wen Zhi inside.

As soon as Wen Zhi stepped inside, the Hongqi L5 parked beneath the steps.

“Mr. Shang, the person who just went in looked like Miss Wen,” Chen Jinhai remarked sharply, recognizing Wen Zhi at a glance.

Shang Hexing looked up but only saw a half figure.

He asked, “Is Shang Jing here today?”

Chen Jinhai nodded, “The second young master has arranged a meeting here today; I’m not sure why Miss Wen has come.”

As the automatic car door opened, Shang Hexing buttoned his coat before getting out and reminded Chen Jinhai, “Keep an eye on her; Shang Jing is careless and might not look after her, make sure no one bullies her.”

Chen Jinhai was surprised, but he nodded quickly, “Understood.”

…

Wen Zhi was unlucky today as she ran into Song Yuxing on her way in.

She could not even avoid her because Song Yuxing immediately shouted her name, “Wen Zhi!”

This shout drew several sidelong glances toward Wen Zhi.

“Wen Zhi, is it really you?” Song Yuxing, dressed in a flowing white dress, came over and affectionately grabbed Wen Zhi’s hand.

Wen Zhi pulled her hand back, looked up at Song Yuxing, and said, “What a coincidence.”

“I feel the same,” Song Yuxing said warmly, hugging Wen Zhi. “I’ve been wanting to visit you since the Wen Family took you back, but by the time I went, I heard you had already moved into the Shang Family’s home.”

Wen Zhi smiled and pushed Song Yuxing away: “Then why didn’t you come to see me at the Shang Family’s?”

Song Yuxing stomped her foot: “How could I go there? That’s the Shang Family.”

Wen Zhi retorted playfully: “You’re too scared to visit the Shang Family, and here I thought you really cared about me.”

“…” Song Yuxing’s smile was forced as she reached out to touch Wen Zhi’s glasses.

Wen Zhi raised her hand to swat away Song Yuxing’s intrusive action. “What are you doing?”

Song Yuxing pulled her hand back. “You’re so beautiful, why wear those black-framed glasses? And that thick fringe, those plain clothes, you dress yourself so ordinary.”

Wen Zhi smiled faintly: “I am just an ordinary person.”

Song Yuxing lamented: “You’ve changed so much after your family ordeal.”

The earlier Wen Zhi was charming and naive, loved by everyone, and wherever she went, people turned their heads to look at her.

Back then, Song Yuxing was quite envious.

But now, Wen Zhi looked as ordinary as could be.

Yet, Song Yuxing knew that Wen Zhi was deliberately dressing down, keeping a low profile. If one day she decides to dress up, she could become stunningly beautiful again.

Seeing the increasingly sinister look in Song Yuxing’s eyes, Wen Zhi waved her hand: “I’ve got things to do, let’s talk another day, goodbye.”

After saying that, she smiled lightly as she walked past Song Yuxing.

“Wait a second, Wen Zhi!” Song Yuxing grabbed Wen Zhi’s wrist.

Wen Zhi tried to pull her hand away, but couldn’t, as Song Yuxing held on tightly.

“A few days ago, I met Meng Fan at Jiuqu Villa, and we talked about some matters, did she relay them to you?” Song Yuxing stared intently at Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi nodded: “She did indeed.”

Song Yuxing immediately smiled: “Then won’t you consider it?”

Wen Zhi asked: “Consider supporting Meng Fan as your grandmother?”

Song Yuxing’s face fell: “She’s talking nonsense, so indiscreet.”

Wen Zhi blinked, reproachfully said, “Strict with others, indulgent with yourself. After all these years, Song Yuxing, you haven’t changed a bit.”

The waiter nearby even wanted to laugh.

But seeing Song Yuxing’s expression, and fearing a complaint might cost him his job, he held back his laughter.

“Hey, Uncle, I’m here!”

Suddenly, Song Yuxing raised her eyebrows and then, excited, waved towards the direction behind Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi stiffened when she heard the word ‘Uncle.’
She turned her head and saw a pot-bellied middle-aged man approaching, oh, that was Song Yuxing’s uncle.

The man was dressed formally, but his belly was so big that it seemed like his shirt buttons might burst at any moment.

“Wen Zhi, don’t rush off, it’s rare to catch up, isn’t it?” Song Yuxing affectionately held Wen Zhi’s hand and turned her around: “Let me introduce you. This is my Uncle Xu Shaokun, also the vice-president of Qingbi Real Estate.”

Xu Shaokun wasn’t alone; he was followed by a woman wearing black silk.

At that moment, Xu Shaokun gave Wen Zhi a once-over and asked Song Yuxing next to him: “Xing’er, who is this?”

Song Yuxing immediately said: “Uncle, she is Wen Zhi.”

Xu Shaokun wasn’t initially interested in Wen Zhi; he preferred fiery and sexy beauties. An ordinary person like Wen Zhi simply didn’t interest him.

But when his niece introduced her as Wen Zhi, Xu Shaokun’s eyes suddenly brightened, and the way he looked at Wen Zhi changed: “Is she the beautiful Wen Zhi you showed me in that photo?”

Song Yuxing nodded hastily: “Yes, that’s her.”

Wen Zhi frowned slightly, seeing that Song Yuxing was not going to let it go.

Just as she was about to confront her, she saw Xu Shaokun suddenly look frightened in the direction behind her—