Sharing Dreams with My Bestie’s Cousin Chapter 2 - 2 Your uncle has a mole on his chest

Meng Fan’s uncle?

Sudden images from the previous night surged into Wen Zhi’s thoughts.

Every bit of intimate skin touch replayed vividly in her mind, just like she had lived through it for real…

It couldn’t be a shared dream…

This had to be her personal dream…

“Zhizhi, what’s on your mind?”

Meng Fan saw Wen Zhi zoning out and waved her hand before her eyes.

Wen Zhi snapped back and caught Meng Fan’s irritated voice, “Hear me out, Song Yuxing’s always envied your looks and couldn’t outshine you. Seeing your changed position in the Wen Family now, she’s bold enough to scheme like that.

You have no idea, her uncle’s super obese with massive ears, who knows how many marriages he’s had, plus loads of mistresses on the side… Damn, I’m getting madder just saying it.”

Wen Zhi: “You said you’d turn into her grandma, and you’ve already gotten revenge for me.”

Meng Fan burst into loud laughter.

Wen Zhi gazed at Meng Fan, whose mouth gaped wide in amusement, yet she couldn’t bring herself to smile. A wave of discomfort hit her, so she clutched Meng Fan’s hand, “Meng Fan, does your uncle have a red mole on his chest?”

The words had barely left her mouth.

Meng Fan’s laugh cut off sharply.

Then, out of nowhere, she tumbled into the hot spring pool.

As the water engulfed her head, Meng Fan swallowed a big mouthful of hot spring water, sending bubbles bubbling up fast.

Wen Zhi calmly pulled Meng Fan out and supported her, “How’d you slip again?”

Meng Fan coughed a few times until she caught her breath.

She whipped her head toward Wen Zhi, face twisted in an indescribable look, “Zhizhi, value your life, swear to me, no more killer jokes like that, alright?”

Killer jokes?

Wen Zhi recalled meeting Meng Fan’s uncle once, the memory stuck deep, and his facial traits somewhat matched the hazy figure from last night’s dream.

Still, Wen Zhi figured she was likely overanalyzing; it was too far-fetched.

After just one glimpse, how could she dream of him?!

Wen Zhi brushed aside the stray thoughts and inquired, “Is your uncle that scary?”

Meng Fan, noting Wen Zhi hadn’t grasped the gravity yet, explained, “Shang Hexing… my uncle, commands a vast network in Bai City; officials and tycoons alike steer clear with reverence.

His upright gentleman image is mere surface; insiders know he’s the coldest and most ruthless. Never speak of him lightly, or you’ll invite disaster.”

Wen Zhi whispered the name, “Shang Hexing…”

Fearing Wen Zhi’s inquisitiveness, Meng Fan warned ahead, “Put it this way, my uncle’s sworn off romance for his ambitions; anyone tangled with him meets a bad end.”

At those words, Wen Zhi finally relaxed.

Last night was no shared dream—it was solely hers!!

Meng Fan added for contrast, “Truth is, seniority isn’t about age or appearance. Song Yuxing’s uncle leads a messy personal life, cheats on his wife—who’d want that? My uncle, though, achieved success by thirty, wields great authority and influence, stays pristine. Bai City women lining up to connect with him could reach South America. That’s the gap.”

No hype there.

Wen Zhi had encountered Shang Hexing before, knew his excellence, so she nodded agreement.

Meng Fan scooted nearer upon seeing the nod, probing, “While staying at the Shang family, have you spotted my uncle?”

Wen Zhi shook her head, “No sightings.”

Her view remained from that old encounter.

Plus last night’s fuzzy dream.

Meng Fan pouted a bit, “Fine, makes sense; he seldom returns to the Shang family… How’s life treating you there so far?”

Wen Zhi rested her arms on the pool’s rim, “You know me, I adapt anywhere.”

Those words tugged at Meng Fan’s heart.

Remember, Wen Zhi was once a rich heiress, but after the Wen Family crisis a year back, she lost her place at home.

Now relying on others’ hospitality.

“Meng Fan.” Wen Zhi called solemnly all of a sudden.

Meng Fan turned, “Huh?”

Wen Zhi confided, “I used the Buddha Beads to dive into a dream last night.”

Meng Fan recalled, “Oh yeah, you said you aimed to probe Chong Wanyin’s dream. Did it work out smoothly?”

Wen Zhi shook her head, “Nope, something messed up somehow; no Chong Wanyin appeared, just a…”

Meng Fan, “Huh?”

Wen Zhi: “Pervert.”

Pervert????

Pfft, hahahahahaha…

Meng Fan gaped in shock and hilarity, “You mean a pervert showed up in your dream?”

Wen Zhi sighed pitifully, “Not just that, the pervert even took advantage of me.”

“What? Taken advantage by a pervert?!”

Meng Fan’s shout came out louder than planned, naturally drifting to the adjacent room.

…

Five minutes prior.

Two visitors had entered the neighboring private hot spring.

Wei You stepped from Shang Hexing and settled down: “Hexing, you seem off-color today. Met something eerie lately?”

Shang Hexing, in a satin shirt, tall and sturdy, lingered by the pool. Window shadows from the bamboo grove danced over him, lending his form a mysterious air.

To simplify, Wei You quipped further, “But as a materialist, you’d dismiss such superstitions.”

Shang Hexing pivoted, backlight sharpening his profile, eyes glinting with intensity.

He approached, “Who claims I don’t buy it?”

Wei You grinned teasingly, “Sounds like weird stuff’s been happening.”

“You’re the one with issues,” Shang Hexing shot back, accepting hot tea from the attendant.

Wei You’s eyebrows jumped, then Shang Hexing pressed on, “Huaqing Group’s reviving an old venture, your dad’s handling it—think you can dodge?”

Wei You’s grin vanished at once.

His expression darkened, “Dad’s gearing up for major changes?”

Shang Hexing sipped the tea calmly, “Duty calls for full effort.”

“Hexing, your talks always stress me out,” Wei You grinned bitterly.

Shang Hexing eyed him, “Then let’s switch to painless topics. Shang Jing’s fresh out of school, eager to prove himself on his debut. He jumped on those imported medical devices. Lend a hand when possible; I can’t show up.”

Wei You folded his arms, “Bold first step post-grad, Shang Jing’s drive—mirrors your younger days.”

Shang Jing, Shang Hexing’s half-brother eight years younger, shared a neutral bond—peaceful equilibrium.

Noting Shang Hexing’s look, Wei You consented, “Got it, I’ll handle it.”

Words just out,

Right away—

A shrill female voice pierced from next door—

“What? Taken advantage by a pervert?”

“Is this the fabled… sleep paralysis?”

“What’d the pervert look like? Ugly or hot? Tall or short? Fat or skinny, for sleep paralysis…”

The voice trailed off.

Silence followed.

“Sleep paralysis? Seriously?” Wei You chuckled dismissively, “Hexing, ever had sleep paralysis?”

Shang Hexing’s forehead creased faintly.

Wei You laughed awkwardly, “You strike more as the pressing ghost type.”

Shang Hexing set the teacup down, signaled the attendant nearby, “Clear out.”

The attendant approached Wei You, motioning politely, “Mr. Shang’s soaking now, Mr. Wei, kindly exit.”

Wei You lost his smile, grumbled lightly, “Can’t we share the soak?”

Shang Hexing undid his cuffs casually, “No such interest.”

…

As if implying he did.

Wei You grabbed his coat aggrievedly, draping it over his arm, “Huaqing Group mess means Dad’ll summon me soon. I’m off.”

Wei You exited, and the attendant prepared to follow.

“Hold on.”

Shang Hexing stopped the attendant, questioning, “Who’s in the private hot spring next door?”