Sharing Dreams with My Bestie’s Cousin Chapter 278 - Offending Wen Zhi is offending Shang Hexing
Previously on Sharing Dreams with My Bestie’s Cousin...
Han Yu's survival instinct brimmed to the fullest, surging to its height the instant Shang Hexing's gaze swept past.
He parted his lips, “Uncle, I can explain.”
In an indifferent tone, Shang Hexing said, “Come here and explain.”
Han Yu rushed over at once, his face resembling someone with a blade pressed to his throat, calmly accepting his doom.
“Here's the situation, Uncle. I confused her with another person before; I really had no bad intentions…”
Han Yu attempted to justify himself.
Shang Hexing cut in before he could complete his words, his voice casual and detached, “Her?”
Han Yu's scalp crawled, “It's Wen, Wen Zhi.”
Shang Hexing warned coolly, “You get just one chance.”
“…”
Shang Hexing's aura terrified Han Yu completely. He'd feared this cousin since childhood, despite him being only slightly older!
He once believed growing up would ease the fear, that adulthood would end it, but surprisingly, his dread for his cousin had intensified beyond his boyhood days!
Instantly, Han Yu shrank like a dog with tail between legs. “Uncle, I confess I deliberately ordered her about moments ago, but I've recognized my fault. I'll absolutely rein in my actions going forward and never offend again.”
Shang Hexing shot a sharp glare at Han Yu, “Explain your reason for doing it.”
Putting on an innocent look, Han Yu replied, “Uncle, truth is, I fell for some malicious rumors.”
Fell for rumors?
This revelation sparked Wen Zhi's curiosity instantly. She wondered intensely what gossip he'd bought into that prompted him to target her upon first encounter!
Overlooking Wen Zhi's stare, Han Yu clarified with feigned innocence, “Uncle, it's this: After you showcased her publicly before, negative whispers reached my ears. They claimed she schemed ambitiously to reach your heights. I only sought to gauge her true character.”
No fabrications here—Han Yu's sheer fright compelled him to reveal only the unvarnished truth.
Wen Zhi observed Han Yu's tension as well, then glanced upward at Shang Hexing, “He looks like you could terrify him into crying.”
Han Yu, “…” Grandma, spare my last shred of dignity!
“Han Yu,” Shang Hexing called mildly.
Inner turmoil raged in Han Yu, yet he maintained a steady expression, “Yes, Uncle?”
Shang Hexing inquired, “Did you discern her true nature?”
Han Yu, “…”
Wen Zhi nearly burst out laughing, thoroughly amused.
Tempted to fan the flames, she questioned with a straight face, “Right, so what type of person have you concluded I am?”
“I… I…” In that instant, Han Yu resembled a squid sizzling on a scorching pan, grilled without respite.
I'm finished!
No choice—staying alive matters most!
Han Yu drew himself upright, then faced Wen Zhi, “I'm sorry, please forgive my earlier conduct. I know now that ordering you around was rude, so as self-punishment, I'll feed the peacocks daily right on time, no cutting corners or dodging.”
His apology rang with formality.
No sooner had he spoken than a long-tailed peacock strolled up to Han Yu's feet, pecking repeatedly at his shoes.
Han Yu nudged his foot to drive the peacock off, nearly striking it accidentally. With a rigid smile, “Notice how fond the peacock is of me? It hurried over the moment I vowed to feed them punctually and consistently.”
Wen Zhi held back her grin, “Isn't it pecking at you? Does it hurt?”
“Doesn't hurt at all.” He bore the sting stoically.
Wen Zhi quit poking fun and gestured casually, “Never mind, I had no intention of holding you accountable.”
Hearing that, Han Yu beamed, “I figured you were kind-hearted and tolerant.”
The praise left Wen Zhi slightly bashful, “Okay then, we're good.”
At that point, Shang Hexing broke in, slicing through their budding camaraderie, “Peacock feeding is already among his regular chores.”
Han Yu's beaming face went rigid.
Wen Zhi swiveled to eye Shang Hexing, “Huh?”
Shang Hexing seemed distinctly unhappy, “Moreover, the tolerant one is my fiancée—not me.”
Han Yu's smile vanished entirely, “Uncle, I truly messed up. My head was clouded earlier; I won't dare repeat it.”
Shang Hexing brushed aside Han Yu's plea, his features impassive as he commanded, “Herd the sheep for today; rest the sheepdogs.”
Han Yu's jaw dropped in shock, “You're not joking? All those sheep solo?”
A chill edged into Shang Hexing's stare, “Problems?”
“…No objections,” Han Yu sealed his lips promptly.
Intrigued, Wen Zhi queried, “Grandma, how many sheep do you have?”
As Shang Hexing turned to Wen Zhi, his gaze warmed once more, “Two thousand sheep.”
!
The news of two thousand sheep drew a compassionate glance from Wen Zhi toward Han Yu.
Han Yu's heart, previously on the verge of tears, now yearned outright for oblivion.