Meng Fan's uncle?
Wen Zhi's mind was suddenly filled with some scenes from last night.
Every inch of skin contact flashed before her eyes, as if she had truly experienced it once...
This wasn't a shared dream...
This must have been her own dream...
"Zhizhi, what are you thinking about?"
Meng Fan noticed Wen Zhi was distracted and waved a hand in front of her face.
Wen Zhi came back to her senses and heard Meng Fan speaking in an annoyed tone, "Listen to me, that Song Yuxing has always been jealous of your beauty, and couldn't surpass you. Now that she sees your different status in the Wen Family, she dares to harbor such crooked thoughts.
You don't know, her uncle is so fat and has huge ears, I don't know how many times he's remarried, he has a bunch of mistresses outside... Damn, the more I talk about it, the angrier I get."
Wen Zhi: "You said you would become her grandmother, and you have already avenged me."
Meng Fan laughed heartily.
Wen Zhi stared at Meng Fan, whose mouth was wide open with laughter, but she couldn't smile herself. Feeling uneasy, she grabbed Meng Fan's hand, "Meng Fan, does your uncle have a red mole on his chest?"
As soon as she finished speaking.
Meng Fan's laughter abruptly stopped.
Then, unexpectedly, she slipped into the Hot Spring Pool.
As water submerged her head, Meng Fan choked on a large gulp of Hot Spring Pool water, and bubbles quickly rose to the surface.
Seeing this, Wen Zhi calmly fished Meng Fan out and steadied her, "How did you slip down again?"
Meng Fan coughed several times before recovering.
She turned her head and looked at Wen Zhi, her expression hard to describe, "Zhizhi, cherish life, promise me, don't make such deadly jokes again, okay?"
Deadly jokes?
Wen Zhi had seen Meng Fan's uncle before, and the impression was deep, with facial features she saw in the dream last night vaguely resembling.
However, Wen Zhi felt it was probably just her overthinking, it was an impossible thing.
Having seen him only once, how could she dream about him?!
Wen Zhi shook off the distractions and asked, "Is your uncle terrifying?"
Meng Fan, seeing that Wen Zhi still didn't comprehend the seriousness of the matter, told her, "Shang Hexing... that is, my uncle, he has an extensive network in Bai City; both officials and businessman keep their distance out of respect.
Being a gentleman of integrity and pure character is just his facade, only those who truly know him realize, he is the most unfeeling and heartless, you must never casually talk about him, it will bring bad luck."
Wen Zhi murmured the name, "Shang Hexing..."
Meng Fan, fearing Wen Zhi's curiosity, informed her in advance, "Let me put it this way, my uncle has renounced love and is crazy about his career, no one who gets involved with him ends well."
Hearing this, Wen Zhi finally felt at ease.
Last night wasn't a shared dream, it was her own dream!!
Meng Fan also mentioned by way of comparison, "Actually, let's be real, seniority doesn't have much to do with age or looks. Song Yuxing's uncle has a chaotic private life and is unfaithful in marriage, who would fancy him? But my uncle is different, he is established at thirty, holds a high position and power, and still keeps himself clean. Women in Bai City queuing to be associated with him could stretch all the way to South America, that's the difference."
Not an exaggeration at all.
Wen Zhi had met Shang Hexing before and knew how outstanding he was, so she nodded in acknowledgement.
Seeing Wen Zhi nod, Meng Fan immediately moved closer and asked, "During the time you've lived in the Shang family, have you seen my uncle?"
Wen Zhi shook her head, "I haven't seen him."
Her impression was still fixed on the past.
And the vague dream from last night.
Meng Fan pursed her lips slightly, "Alright, it's normal not to have seen him; he rarely comes back to the Shang family... How have you been finding your stay at the Shang family so far?"
Wen Zhi leaned her hands on the edge of the pool, "You know, I can get used to anywhere."
These words made Meng Fan feel heartache.
You should know, Wen Zhi used to be a daughter of a wealthy family, but since the Wen Family's mishap a year ago, Wen Zhi has had no foothold in her own family.
Now she still had to depend on others for shelter.
"Meng Fan." Wen Zhi suddenly called out very seriously.
Meng Fan turned her face, "Eh?"
Wen Zhi said to Meng Fan, "I used the Buddha Beads to enter a dream last night."
Meng Fan remembered, "I recall you mentioned that you wanted to investigate Chong Wanyin's dream. Did entering the dream go smoothly?"
Wen Zhi shook her head, "It didn't go well, I don't know which part went wrong, there was no Chong Wanyin in the dream, only a..."
Meng Fan, "What?"
Wen Zhi: "Pervert."
Pervert????
Pfft, hahahahahaha...
Meng Fan was both shocked and amused, "You're saying you encountered a pervert in your dream?"
Wen Zhi sighed, looking pitiable, "Not only was there a pervert, I was even bullied by the pervert."
"What? You were bullied by a pervert?!"
Meng Fan's voice was louder than he intended, and unsurprisingly, it carried over to the next room.
...
Five minutes earlier.
Two guests had arrived at the private reserved hot spring pool next door.
Wei You walked away from Shang Hexing's side and sat down: "Hexing, you really don't look so well today. Could it be that you've encountered something unclean recently?"
Shang Hexing, attired in a satin shirt, tall and robust, stood by the hot spring pool. The light and shadows from the spotted bamboo forest outside the window merged upon him, making his figure appear slightly elusive.
Simply, Wei You added another comment, "But you're a materialist, probably don't believe in this sort of nonsense."
Shang Hexing turned around, his figure outlined against the scattered light and shadows, the features of his face becoming sharp and distinct, his eyes exuding a simmering edge.
He walked over, "Who said I don't believe?"
Wei You teased with a smile, "Looks like there really is something going on recently."
"The one with something going on is you," Shang Hexing replied as he took the freshly poured strong tea from the server's hand.
Wei You's brows twitched, and then he heard Shang Hexing continue, "Huaqing Group is restarting an old project, and it's your father taking over—thinking you can run from it."
As soon as Shang Hexing said this, Wei You's smile instantly froze.
His face fell, "Is my dad planning to make some big reforms?"
Shang Hexing took a sip of the strong tea, his tone even, "One must strive to fulfill the duties of their position."
"Hexing, it really gives me a headache every time you talk like this," Wei You said with a wry smile.
Shang Hexing looked at Wei You, "Then let's talk about something that won't give you a headache. Shang Jing has graduated, and for his first battle, he inevitably wants to make a mark to show his old man. He took initiative with that batch of imported medical equipment. When you can, help him out, I can't make an appearance."
Wei You crossed his arms, "A big move right after graduation, Shang Jing's ambition—just like yours back in the day."
Shang Jing was Shang Hexing's half-brother, eight years his junior. The relationship was not so much close as avoiding conflict, but they maintained a balance between them.
Seeing Shang Hexing's complexion, Wei You agreed, "Alright, I know what to do."
No sooner had he spoken,
Right then—
A woman's high-pitched voice came from next door—
"What? Bullied by a pervert?"
"Could this be the legendary... sleep paralysis?"
"What did this pervert look like? Ugly or handsome? Tall or short? Fat or thin, to have sleep paralysis..."
The voice stopped there.
After that, no more sounds came through.
"Sleep paralysis? For real?" Wei You laughed carelessly, "Hexing, have you ever experienced sleep paralysis?"
Shang Hexing's brow was furrowed with a shallow crease.
Wei You chuckled nervously, "I think, you're more like the ghost who would do the pressing."
Shang Hexing put down the tea cup and gestured to the server beside him, "Clear the area."
The server walked up to Wei You, gesturing for him to please step away, "Mr. Shang is entering the hot spring pool, Mr. Wei, please step aside."
Wei You could no longer smile, speaking with a hint of complaint, "Can't we just soak together?"
Shang Hexing began to unfasten his cufflinks, offhandedly remarking, "Don't have that inclination."
...
As if to suggest he did have such inclinations.
Looking aggrieved, Wei You picked up his coat and slung it over his arm, "With such a big deal going on at Huaqing Group, my dad's bound to be looking for me soon. I'll head back first."
Wei You had barely left when the server was also ready to leave.
"Wait a second."
Shang Hexing called the server, asking, "Whose private hot spring pool is next door?"