Sharing Dreams with My Bestie’s Cousin Chapter 275 - Wait until Shang Hexing comes then press the

Chapter 275: Wait until Shang Hexing comes then press the charge. Wen Zhi gazed at the hands Shang Hexing stretched out to her and swiftly scrambled down on all fours without the slightest pause.

Shang Hexing firmly scooped Wen Zhi into his arms, cradling her horizontally.

“Can you stand?” Shang Hexing asked her.

Wen Zhi shyly looped her arms around his neck, “My legs feel too weak.”

Shang Hexing kept holding her and then inquired, “Have you recalled everything?”

Wen Zhi shook her head, answering truthfully, “Not yet.”

Yet she showed no resistance to his nearness, secretly yearning for even greater closeness with him.

Shang Hexing appeared far from pleased, “You’re quite bold, riding a horse here without recalling your past.”

Wen Zhi detected his fury and avoided meeting his eyes directly, responding nervously, “Muscle memory.”

Shang Hexing stayed poker-faced.

Wen Zhi shifted topics, “How’s Grandma holding up?”

Shang Hexing felt no shock that Wen Zhi was aware of Grandma’s dire state, as arriving alongside Meng Fan meant she’d naturally learn of it.

“Grandma remained unconscious the entire day before, yet today she’s improved somewhat, enjoying sharper moments than yesterday,” he explained.

Wen Zhi’s heart ached at the news.

Trailing behind, Meng Fan watched his uncle bear Wen Zhi off and rubbed his chin thoughtfully, “Chen Jinhai, what’s your take? Is Uncle upset with Zhizhi or with me?”

Chen Jinhai mulled it over briefly, “I suspect you and Miss Wen are both in for a scolding.”

Meng Fan: “…”

…

The Red Mansion villa, home to the elderly lady, sat upon the Gongnaisi Great Prairie, though slightly raised in elevation, offering views of an even broader expanse of grassland from the entrance, along with the stunning Gongnaisi River.

Wen Zhi noticed the yaks grazing on the prairie and the cluster of red houses nearby below, curiosity piqued as she bargained with Shang Hexing, “Could you set me down? I’d like to take in the view.”

Shang Hexing complied with her wish.

As soon as her feet hit the earth, intense muscle soreness struck Wen Zhi, nearly buckling her knees. Fortunately, Shang Hexing foresaw it and steadied her promptly, drawing her close into his hold.

“That’s what happens from riding too long; it serves as your lesson,” he remarked coldly.

Wen Zhi picked up on the edge in his voice and shoved Shang Hexing back, “If you’re mad, just yell at me directly. Remarks like that make me sense you’re hinting at more.”

Shang Hexing gripped her slender arms, his face blank, “It’s not just a sense.”

“…!”

She had journeyed far across mountains and rivers to reach him, only to face his frosty expression!

Indignation surged within Wen Zhi, though she held back from arguing. Quietly, she shrugged off his hand and pivoted to leave, declaring, “I vowed to seek you out, and now that I’ve found you, it’s time I return. No need to escort me.”

She barely advanced a step when Shang Hexing yanked her back.

No words came from him; he simply clutched her.

She wriggled free from his grasp, and he released her, but instantly her footing faltered. Her legs buckled, sending her tumbling rearward.

She braced for the impact with the ground.

Yet in that pivotal instant, a firm grip encircled her waist. Shang Hexing lifted her swiftly, then bore her off in a princess carry.

The dizzying lightness compelled her arms around his neck, and once steady, she ventured, “Do you believe I shouldn’t have come searching for you?”

Shang Hexing offered no reply, pressing on to carry her indoors.

The sprawling Red Mansion brimmed with doors and chambers; its expansive courtyard featured pebble-strewn grass where full-grown peacocks roamed freely; nearby stood a grape arbor heavy with ripe, juicy clusters that captivated Wen Zhi’s gaze entirely.

Just then, a man stepped out from the dwelling, bucket in hand, its contents a mystery.

Spotting Shang Hexing, he promptly shouted, “Uncle!”

Wen Zhi’s eyes locked onto his.

Only afterward did the man register Wen Zhi’s presence, his gaze flicking back and forth between Shang Hexing and her for several seconds before he sheepishly lifted a hand, “hi~”

Wen Zhi longed to wave back in greeting too, but the moment she began raising her arm, Shang Hexing had already whisked her inside the house.

The door swung shut.

Sealing off the world beyond.

Shang Hexing set Wen Zhi down beside the bed, and as he turned away, she seized his wrist hastily, “Don’t go, please.”

Shang Hexing glanced at her hand, “I never said I was going.”

Wen Zhi peered up at him, choosing to bare her thoughts, “So why aren’t you glad I’m here? Is it… because I mentioned coming to find you that day, and you figured it was empty words, never dreaming I’d show up? Am I troubling you by being here?”

Ever since spotting Shang Hexing, up to this very moment, not a single smile had crossed his features; his countenance stayed perpetually icy.