Sharing Dreams with My Bestie’s Cousin Chapter 276 - Wait for Shang Hexing to come before filing a

Shang Hexing clasped Wen Zhi's hand, gradually crouching down before her, and remarked, “I’m not unhappy that you came, but you should have called me in advance today. At least let me know when you would arrive so I could arrange for someone to pick you up, instead of having you ride here alone.”

“Not alone,” she replied, “Meng Fan was with me; we came together.”

Yet from Shang Hexing’s perspective, “That’s no different from being alone.”

Wen Zhi got it, “Are you upset because I came with Meng Fan on horseback, thinking I’m too willful and not taking safety seriously?”

Shang Hexing’s face eased slightly at last, “Not too slow to react.”

Having figured out the cause, Wen Zhi felt both amused and helpless. She hastily clarified to Shang Hexing, “Meng Fan and I originally came by car, but halfway there, Meng Fan got so carsick that we had no choice but to ride horses.”

Shang Hexing rose to his feet, “It seems you still haven’t realized how worried I am about you. Do you know…”

Wen Zhi nodded rapidly, “I know.”

Shang Hexing’s tone carried helplessness, “You don’t know; you lack your previous memories, and horseback riding poses great danger for you. One slip, and an accident might occur, leading to unthinkable results.”

True enough, just as Shang Hexing pointed out, any mishap’s fallout would be beyond imagination. To avoid stirring his anger further, Wen Zhi bowed her head and endured the lecture silently.

Her gentle, yielding demeanor made it impossible for Shang Hexing to continue berating her, no matter how furious he felt.

Considering the hardships she’d already endured on the journey.

“Are you tired from the trip?” He bent down to tidy her hair, his touch tender.

Wen Zhi seized his hand right away, “Not tired.”

A faint smile tugged at his lips; he didn’t pull away, allowing her to grip it while he murmured softly, “Did you sneak out from Haishi?”

“Of course not,” Wen Zhi stood up too, gazing sincerely into Shang Hexing’s eyes, “I discussed it properly with Mr. Nian, and only came after he agreed. He also gave me a lot of money, fearing I would be short of cash while traveling. Mr. Nian is very kind.”

She said nothing about the fifty million intimacy payment getting canceled.

Yet the more she lauded Nian Xun, the darker Shang Hexing’s face grew, demanding sharply, “How good can he be?”

“Uh…” Wen Zhi’s instincts were sharp; noticing Shang Hexing’s displeasure at her praise, she swiftly rephrased, “It’s probably just the kind of goodness an elder has for a younger person, very pure, because my dad asked him to look after me.”

With that, she flashed a broad grin at Shang Hexing.

Shang Hexing struggled to suppress his smile, soon resuming his aloof air and warning Wen Zhi, “Don’t mention him in front of me again.”

Wen Zhi nodded meekly, “I know.”

This room had been hastily selected by Shang Hexing—spotless and neat—yet it lay distant from his personal quarters, a whole floor apart.

Shang Hexing dialed Chen Jinhai, instructing him to ready some women’s essentials for his room and deliver a fresh outfit here.

Once the orders were issued, Shang Hexing turned back, phone in hand, to find Wen Zhi facing him with a hesitant look.

“What do you want to say?” he inquired.

Wen Zhi nibbled her lower lip, eyes lowered, dodging his gaze as she ventured, “Um, do I have to sleep with you tonight?”

She felt unready for it just yet.

And it felt quite mortifying.

Shang Hexing regarded Wen Zhi and queried, “Don’t want to sleep in the same room with me?”

Wen Zhi’s head sank even lower, “Being with you today is just like meeting an online love in person…”

Her voice dwindled to a mosquito’s hum by the end, “People don’t just sleep together when they first meet after online dating; rushing it could mean suffering a loss.”

A smile played on Shang Hexing’s lips, “Meeting after online dating.”

“It’s a metaphor,” Wen Zhi clarified.

Shang Hexing pressed, “You said someone would suffer a loss. Are you talking about me or yourself?”

Suddenly, Wen Zhi lifted her head, “Of course it’s…”

Shang Hexing arched his brows faintly, “Hmm?”

Wen Zhi’s mouth parted silently. She figured her face resembled someone straining with constipation.

Never mind.

Adopting a look of surrender, she said, “Let’s share a room then, since we are engaged to be married.”

It stayed proper and decorous.

Right then, a knock sounded at the door. Shang Hexing answered it, and Chen Jinhai handed over a bag, “Mr. Shang, here are the clothes prepared for Miss Wen.”

Shang Hexing accepted it; as Chen Jinhai started to depart, he halted him, “Keep an eye on Meng Fan; don’t let her wander off.”

Chen Jinhai assented, “Yes.”

Shutting the door, Shang Hexing returned with the garments, setting them on the bed, “This is a local-style dress. See if you like it. If not, no pressure—I’ll have Chen Jinhai prepare something else.”

Hearing it was local attire, Wen Zhi grew eager.

She approached the bed and picked up the dress. It featured a cross-collar and V-neck, bold red-green hues clashing vividly with intricate designs—a truly regional palette. A matching headscarf came with it, authentic imported Kamulet.