Sharing Dreams with My Bestie’s Cousin Chapter 272 - She fulfilled her promise

Chapter 272: She fulfilled her promise Meng Fan felt curious about Wen Zhi’s backpack throughout the whole journey, even wondering if Wen Zhi had packed a few bricks in there.

Not until they passed security did Meng Fan hear Wen Zhi reveal the truth—the bag contained stacks of cash.

Meng Fan commented, “Mr. Nian is really generous.”

Wen Zhi replied, “Yeah? I didn’t expect that either.”

Meng Fan added, “Mr. Nian probably fears you’ll struggle while traveling, since money can solve almost anything.”

Wen Zhi nodded, “That makes sense.”

The plane touched down at Licheng Airport around four a.m. Meng Fan had arranged a ride beforehand, and she headed directly to the hotel with Wen Zhi to check in.

After checking in and opening the door, Meng Fan collapsed onto the bed from exhaustion and drifted off: “Great, I can squeeze in an hour of sleep.”

Wen Zhi, however, felt wide awake from the trip. She shook Meng Fan’s arm, “Daylight will break in just an hour, so skip the sleep, alright? We can plan tomorrow’s—no, today’s—itinerary once you’re up.”

Meng Fan stayed silent.

Wen Zhi leaned closer, gently sweeping the hair from Meng Fan’s face with her hand: “Meng Fan, no sleeping, wake up first.”

“Meng Fan~”

Wen Zhi called out repeatedly until steady snores confirmed Meng Fan was fast asleep.

Wen Zhi gave up trying to rouse her and climbed out of bed for a quick wash-up. Minutes later, she returned with a damp cloth to tenderly clean Meng Fan’s face. Then she removed Meng Fan’s jacket and shoes, shifted her legs onto the bed properly, and finished up.

By then, Wen Zhi felt completely drained.

Before bed, she remembered to text Nian Xun that they had reached Licheng.

[Read]

The message went through, and within three to five seconds, Wen Zhi noticed it marked as read.

Wen Zhi smiled and typed another: [Nian Xun, still awake?]

[Read]

Again, instantly read.

Yet no response came.

Wen Zhi kept typing: [Staying up worrying about my long trip? Relax, I’m ill but grown-up, and with all that cash you gave, I’ll look after myself well.]

Meanwhile, Nian Xun in Haishi hadn’t slept. Late nights were his habit, not always tied to work.

Right now, he sat at his desk, stock market charts’ red and green glow bouncing off his blue-light glasses from the screen.

His phone buzzed with alerts. He took off the glasses, massaged his brow, but didn’t plan to reply.

‘Buzz’

Another notification.

Wen Zhi’s message: [Mr. Nian, look after yourself too.]

Nian Xun let his hand drop, a subtle smile tugged at his lips, then he grabbed his phone to type back.

Wen Zhi crafted her message with care, aiming to ease Nian Xun’s mind.

This one took much longer to show as read.

She figured she’d interrupted him—likely the workaholic burning the midnight oil.

As Wen Zhi set her phone down, the reply pinged in from Nian Xun.

Nian Xun: [With that brain of yours, just make sure you don’t get swindled out of all your money.]

Wen Zhi: “…”

What a low opinion of her—she absolutely wouldn’t fall for any scams!

Wen Zhi flung her phone away and conked out.

The sun climbed high before she stirred.

Meng Fan had snatched more rest than Wen Zhi during the flight and rose sooner, but pain jolted her awake. A hard, uneven lump dug into her back.

She wriggled, hearing a sharp crack, like a peanut shell breaking.

Meng Fan puzzled over peanut shells in bed—hotel cleaners must be cutting corners!

She sat up to inspect.

Her eyes widened in shock.

It was Wen Zhi’s hand, decked with Buddha Beads on the wrist and a watch. Somehow, the beads had pressed long enough to leave a deep red imprint on Wen Zhi’s skin.

But forget the mark—the watch face was smashed!

Clearly crushed under the beads.

“Oh no, trouble right at the start of the day…”

…

Wen Zhi roused to Meng Fan’s words; she tried raising her hand to rub her eyes but couldn’t: “Ugh, my hand’s gone numb.”

Unable to lift it right away, she eased it up gradually, wiggling fingers to get blood flowing again.

While moving her hand, Wen Zhi asked Meng Fan, “What’d you just say?”

Noticing Wen Zhi hadn’t spotted the broken watch yet, Meng Fan gulped and muttered, “Morning mishap—I’ve accidentally made a mess of things.”