Sharing Dreams with My Bestie’s Cousin Chapter 273 - She fulfilled her promise 2

Wen Zhi lifted her other hand to rub her drowsy eyes, nudging Meng Fan with a reminder, “It’s not early anymore; the sun’s already climbed high in the sky.”

After her words, Wen Zhi gradually rose from the bed, propping herself up against it.

Noticing Wen Zhi hadn’t spotted it yet, Meng Fan quietly slipped from the bed and hurried into the bathroom ahead.

In less than a minute, Wen Zhi’s voice rang out from outside: “Meng Fan, this hotel looks filthy. Check my watch—how’d such a huge spiderweb appear on it right after waking up?”

Meng Fan stuck his head out from the bathroom: “Really? Let’s get out of this hotel fast; we’ll stay at grandma’s tonight, totally clean guaranteed.”

Wen Zhi replied with a simple “oh.”

Raising her wrist for a closer inspection of the spiderweb on the watch face, the more she peered, the stranger it appeared, until her finger brushed the screen—her expression shifted from puzzled to dazed— “Meng Fan, I just realized it’s not a spiderweb; the screen’s completely shattered.”

Meng Fan didn’t dare utter a word.

…

The watch wasn’t fully ruined; it still powered on, though the main problem lay in the unresponsive screen.

Guiltily, Meng Fan murmured, “Maybe the inner display got busted; it’s often okay with just the outer glass cracked.”

Wen Zhi’s lips quivered downward, tears welling but restrained: “Woke up losing half a million, and the watch won’t link to the phone.”

Meng Fan thumped his chest confidently: “No problem, I’ll replace it for you.”

Still unable to brighten up, Wen Zhi admitted: “It’s my fault too. I shouldn’t have worn the Buddha Beads and watch on the same wrist.”

Meng Fan soothed her: “This actually signals something crucial.”

Wen Zhi promptly asked, “What does it signal?”

“See, the Buddha Beads connect you to your uncle, and the watch to Nian Xun,” Meng Fan reasoned clearly: “It proves your uncle is truly your destined one, and anything threatening your bond with him will vanish.”

Wen Zhi pressed her lips tight, her face showing a strange look: “The watch came from Nian Xun, I get that link. But why link the Buddha Beads to Shang Hexing?”

Meng Fan: “…”!

Oh no, I blurted it out too fast—Zhizhi hasn’t regained her memories yet! She must not have dreamed of her uncle these past months.

Wen Zhi even stressed clearly: “Meng Fan, someone named Gu Rang gave me these Buddha Beads, not Shang Hexing.”

Meng Fan skillfully pivoted the topic: “Zhizhi, do you think Nian Xun likes you?”

As anticipated, Wen Zhi denied instantly: “No, no, Nian Xun and I are only friends; my dad had him watch over me.”

Meng Fan strode to the door, swung it open, and remarked over his shoulder, “Silly girl, just because you see it that way doesn’t mean Mr. Nian does—especially since he’s so young. Come on, off to grandma’s.”

Wen Zhi had never entertained that idea, given Nian Xun’s constant impatience with her and his fiery temper.

Anyway, departure time.

Together, the pair left the hotel.

Wen Zhi learned from Meng Fan that the old lady’s home lay quite a distance from the hotel. A vast prairie stretched between Licheng and the small county town, demanding nearly an hour and a half by car.

Once the car veered from the broad road onto twisting paths, roughly twenty minutes in, even the typically unflappable Meng Fan felt nausea rising.

Wen Zhi, however, endured steadily.

“Zhizhi, I never get carsick usually, but every visit here brings it on,” Meng Fan whined, curling limply into Wen Zhi’s embrace, completely drained.

Clasping her backpack, Wen Zhi peered out the window: “Focus more on the outside scenery; it’s truly stunning.”

The driver, his Mandarin a bit rough, joined in: “You haven’t seen anything yet—wait until Gongnaisi Great Prairie, then you’ll know you wasted the first half of your life.”

Wen Zhi giggled inwardly, deeming the driver’s hype excessive.

She glanced at Meng Fan, now pallid and huddled silently against her.

Another ten minutes of driving, and Wen Zhi saw Meng Fan’s face drain of color as he mumbled incoherently, so she urgently shouted at the driver: “Stop the car, stop the car!”

“Half an hour left to the destination—sure you want to halt here?” the driver questioned.

Wen Zhi barely managed: “My friend’s on the verge of passing out.”

At that, the driver swiftly pulled over at a safe spot.

Wen Zhi stepped out first, mustered some energy, then with the driver’s help, assisted the ashen-faced Meng Fan from the vehicle.

“Meng Fan, you alright?” Wen Zhi tenderly cupped his face to support him.

Eyelids drooping halfway, Meng Fan languished: “I can’t handle it, too dizzy.”

“Should we head back to the hotel or rest here longer?” Wen Zhi wondered.