Sharing Dreams with My Bestie’s Cousin Chapter 277 - Wait for Shang Hexing to come before filing a

“Do you like it?”

From right behind her, Shang Hexing's voice sounded, extremely near. Wen Zhi spun around to display the dress to him.

“You've worn it before, but I wasn't sure if you still liked it,” Shang Hexing remarked.

Wen Zhi nodded, “I still like it.”

A smile curved his lips.

Dusty and grimy from the long trip, Wen Zhi was eager to shower and change into fresh clothes.

She hesitated to ask, fearing she'd be a bother, yet Shang Hexing had silently prepared everything for her.

Grinning with delight, she grabbed the dress and headed to the bathroom. At the entrance, Shang Hexing's call stopped her: “Wen Zhi.”

She turned toward his voice, her face lighting up with a brilliant smile, “Hmm?”

“Did Meng Fan suffer from carsickness on the way to Licheng this time?” Shang Hexing inquired.

Wen Zhi nodded before adding, “But Meng Fan claimed she never got carsick previously, only here. Strange visions keep popping into her head. She looked really distressed, so I decided to travel with her.”

Meng Fan hadn't detailed what those visions were, leaving Wen Zhi in the dark.

“She's visited Licheng previously,” Shang Hexing noted.

“I figured that much,” Wen Zhi replied.

She recalled his earlier mention that she'd been here before, his words etched in her memory.

“Take your bath, then relax a little. I'll visit my grandmother and return quickly.”

Wen Zhi nodded meekly, “Okay.”

Her perfect obedience made it tough for Shang Hexing to depart, though it was just thirty minutes. He had to tell his grandmother about Wen Zhi and set up their meeting.

Once Shang Hexing departed, Wen Zhi headed for her bath.

Roughly ten minutes passed before Wen Zhi stepped out of the bathroom in a long-sleeved dress adorned with red and green designs.

Gazing into the mirror, she flashed a genuine grin, “Red and green matching looks surprisingly good.”

Plus, the long sleeves offered great protection from UV rays.

After blow-drying her hair, Wen Zhi tied on a headscarf and playfully veiled her face in the mirror, “Totally like a local now.”

Brimming with joy, she fiddled with the headscarf, approached the curtains, and yanked them aside to expose the entire floor-to-ceiling glass.

Beyond lay the courtyard.

A peacock perched on the lower steps, pecking at food. Wen Zhi knocked on the glass, cooing, “Hi~” The sound spooked the peacock, sending its tail feathers swaying wildly.

Wen Zhi winced at her impulsiveness. She drew the curtains shut and moved to unlock the door.

The peacock lingered nearby. Squatting low, she coaxed it, and it hurried over.

Wen Zhi let out a laugh until a lengthy shadow appeared next to her. Her grin stiffened as she glanced upward.

There stood the fellow who'd welcomed her upon arrival.

“So you're my uncle's little girlfriend?” he loomed over her, questioning.

Wen Zhi rose, unease crossing her features. Unsure what to say, she offered her hand, “Hello, I'm Wen Zhi.”

He ignored her hand, simply stating, “I'm Han Yu, Meng Fan's cousin.”

Wen Zhi's gaze flickered, “Oh, you're Meng Fan's cousin.”

Noting Wen Zhi's soft, approachable vibe, Han Yu thrust a bucket at her, “Now that you're here, feeding the peacocks is your job.”

Wen Zhi accepted the bucket uncertainly, “Me, feed them?”

“Don't know how?” Han Yu probed.

“I do, I do,” Wen Zhi assured hastily.

Arms folded, Han Yu warned, “These are my great-aunt's prized peacocks—no errors allowed.”

“I'll take good care of feeding them,” Wen Zhi vowed.

With that, she set off in search of the peacocks.

The bucket brimmed with feed, weighing it down noticeably. Wen Zhi tilted sideways and stooped, clearly struggling with its heft.

Han Yu snickered under his breath, “Tsk, folks always claim this girl snagged my uncle through sly tricks. Seems ordinary to me, not too clever.”

She came off as dim-witted, prime for picking on.

Leaning on a wooden pillar, Han Yu spectated like it was prime entertainment.

Suddenly, Shang Hexing came back. Spotting him, Han Yu snapped to attention.

“What are you up to?” Shang Hexing strode to Wen Zhi's side.

Wen Zhi whirled, hands dusted with feed—good thing she'd rolled up her sleeves.

Spotting Shang Hexing, surprise hit her first, then she retreated swiftly to avoid soiling him.

“Feeding the peacocks,” she admitted honestly, gesturing to the nearby bucket.

Unfazed by the feed, Shang Hexing grasped her hands and cleaned them, “Did you choose to feed them?”

“No, I didn't,” Wen Zhi denied, shaking her head.

From afar, Han Yu felt danger looming.

Shang Hexing pressed, “Then who made you do it?”

Wen Zhi glanced at Han Yu, who stiffened under her stare. Raising a finger, she pointed straight at him, “He ordered me to, bossing me the moment you stepped out.”

Han Yu: “…”, Damn, that innocent act was fake.

She was razor-sharp!

And she timed her complaint perfectly when support arrived.