Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin-Chapter 33 - Mr. Shang Im begging you

Chapter 33: Mr. Shang, I’m begging you.

Chapter 33: Mr. Shang, I’m begging you.

“Mr. Shang, I don’t have the strength anymore,” Wen Zhi twisted her wrist, her voice coquettishly soft.

He told her to press harder, and she did, but soon her wrist began to ache unbearably.

Shang Hexing said nonchalantly, “Multitasking.”

“When have I multitasked?” Wen Zhi retorted, while bending over from behind him, close to his temple.

Her scent, faint yet enchanting, lingered at his nostrils. He opened his eyes, and his gaze darkened, “Trying to please me while thinking about the person you’re meeting, isn’t that multitasking?”

“It isn’t,” she denied.

Then she gently placed her hand on the back of the sofa, her pale fingertips contrasting starkly against his black shirt.

Black and white, prohibition and desire.

She tilted her head, staring at the side of his neck where light blue veins rose sensuously, exuding an indescribable wildness and power.

“What are you looking at?” he sensed her gaze.

Wen Zhi’s eyes flickered, her breath fell on his ear as she spoke, “Mr. Shang, that was my way of thanking you. Also, I was supposed to meet someone else here. If I don’t go, they might think I never showed up, that I’m not trustworthy.”

Upon hearing this, Shang Hexing turned to look at her.

Wen Zhi froze.

His features magnified before her eyes—deep-set eyes, a nose high like mountain ranges, blending endless exotic charm. Wen Zhi was spellbound for a few seconds, her eyes hazy.

However, at that moment, the distance between their lips was no more than a fingernail’s width. The scent of cold fir hit her face, and she suddenly jerked awake, heart racing, her instincts made her lean back, but Shang Hexing didn’t give her a chance, grabbed her shoulder, and yanked her forward.

“Ah—”

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Caught off guard, Wen Zhi lost her balance, slid down along the sofa’s backrest and ended up lying across his chest.

This was a significant movement.

And quite a scene.

She was scared.

Her clothes hitched up to her waist, revealing a stretch of delicate curves.

Startled and close to panicking, Shang Hexing held down her shoulders, looking down at her frightened expression, he asked, “What were you just doing?”

Wen Zhi honestly replied, “I overstepped.”

Shang Hexing raised an eyebrow, “Continue.”

There was no coldness in his eyes, rather it seemed like he was teasing. Wen Zhi knew he wasn’t angry, but this position was indeed dangerous; she was already in his arms.

“I…” She hesitated, her expression troubled.

Shang Hexing knew she was skilled at pretending, didn’t call her out, but didn’t plan to let her go either, “Continue.”

When Wen Zhi spoke again, her tone was softer than before, “Mr. Shang, I was wrong, next time…”

Shang Hexing patiently waited for her to add what would happen next time.

But at that moment, Wen Zhi suddenly strained to arch her neck upwards, thinking that Shang Hexing would move, but he remained still, not even blinking, just quietly watching her.

Her ruse failing, she swallowed nervously, “I won’t dare next time.”

The hand Shang Hexing had on her shoulder tightened, “I think you would dare next time.”

Wen Zhi gave a sheepish laugh.

She indeed would dare, but there was no need; she had already tested him, realized he wasn’t easy to provoke, and it was best to keep a respectful distance.

At that moment, the door was knocked, and Chen Jinhai’s voice came from outside, “Mr. Shang, the second young master is here.”

In a flurry, Wen Zhi scrambled out of Shang Hexing’s arms. He stretched out his arm, wrapping it around her waist, “What’s the rush?”

She looked down at the hand on her waist, struggled a bit, but it didn’t budge.

She took a deep breath, turned her head to plead, “Mr. Shang, if Shang Jing sees us like this, I won’t be able to stay in the Shang family anymore.”

Shang Hexing eyed her, “Like this? How exactly?”

Wen Zhi looked at him with distressed eyes, “Mr. Shang, please.”

Her almond-shaped eyes, endearing when behaved and even more so when distressed, but at this moment, although Shang Hexing’s expression was restrained, his attitude was still unmoved, “Does being seen by others mean you’re no longer innocent?”

Wen Zhi took a deep breath, “I don’t want to be the subject of gossip.”

She was still relying on Shang Jing to help her retrieve the Buddha Beads.

If Shang Jing saw her tangled up with Shang Hexing ambiguously, he would definitely think she had ulterior motives.

The door was already open.

Footsteps approached.

It was Shang Jing who came in.

At this moment, Wen Zhi’s whole heart rose to her throat, she gripped Shang Hexing’s sleeve with a pitiful look, imploring him.

She was close to tears.

Eventually, Shang Hexing let go, and Wen Zhi, having gained her freedom, immediately stood up and moved away from him. But this scene, as seen by Shang Hexing, made his gaze grow colder.

“Big brother.”

Shang Jing strode in.

He had just heard from the waiter that Wen Zhi had gone with another person, not out, but to another private room. He knew all too well the kind of patrons Jinping Mansion attracted, many wealthy, yet some lawless patrons, who after a few drinks, tipsy and emboldened, would try to forcefully take away a beautiful girl, claiming to share a few drinks while inevitably making improper advances.

Shang Jing was worried Wen Zhi had the misfortune of encountering such domineering forces and came looking for her.

On the way, he ran into Chen Jinhai, who informed him that it was his big brother Wen Zhi had gone with.

Curious, after Chen Jinhai told him what had happened, he was not only not less puzzled but even more curious.

Shang Jing entered with a baffling mood, his eyes first finding his brother sitting on the couch, and then turning to see Wen Zhi standing far from the couch, like a frightened little rabbit, a sight that was rather heart-wrenching.

Shang Jing asked with amusement, “Wen Zhi, why are you standing so far away?”

Wen Zhi cast a glance at Shang Jing, “I’m scared.”

The smile on Shang Jing’s face disappeared, “What are you scared of?”

At that moment, Shang Hexing looked up, and Wen Zhi found it hard to ignore his gaze, her heart tightening suddenly, she changed her words, “I am crude and unsightly, standing next to Mr. Shang might upset him.”

Shang Jing: “…”

He walked over to Wen Zhi, standing in front of her, and asked, “You haven’t been standing this far away since you came in, have you?”

Wen Zhi opened her mouth, then chose to blurt out a pretext, “Hmm, conscientious, right?”

“Conscientious?” Shang Jing laughed, frustrated.

He raised his hand to his forehead, suppressing a smile and said in a low voice, “Big brother does have an intimidating presence, but he doesn’t scold or curse at people. Moreover, about what just happened downstairs, Chen Jinhai told me how big brother helped you clear up the situation. With your attitude, are you not considering his dignity?”

Considering his dignity?

Ambiguity, embracing, almost kissed, how else could his dignity be considered?!

“Don’t just stand there, go and thank big brother,” Shang Jing reminded her.

“Oh.”

Wen Zhi with a show of earnestness, walked up to two meters opposite Shang Hexing, “Mr. Shang, thank you for stepping in today, you are a good man.”

Shang Hexing’s expression was half-smiling, “Are you giving me a nice guy card?”

Wen Zhi shook her head, “No, I mean, you really are a good man.”

Shang Hexing: “Two nice guy cards.”

“…”

Wen Zhi took a deep breath, her expression calm, “You are my benefactor.”

Shang Hexing crossed his long legs, his hand resting on the arm of the couch, leisurely watching her put on an act of skill.

The young girl truly deserved her graduation from the Northern Film Academy, she knew how to perform very well.