Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin-Chapter 48 - The golden house hides the beauty
Chapter 48: The golden house hides the beauty
Chapter 48: The golden house hides the beauty
Qionglou is Shang Hexing’s private residence.
It has always been a quiet place, devoid of liveliness all year round, except for today which is exceptionally bustling.
Lobby on the first floor.
Shang Hexing was sitting on the couch, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, the sleeves rolled up casually to the elbows and resting on one side, legs crossed; he was in a very relaxed state. Chen Jinhai was bending over, speaking to him.
As it involved Wen Zhi’s family matters, Shang Hexing asked Bei Sheng to leave the room.
After Chen Jinhai finished reporting the situation he had found, Bei Sheng slipped back in, followed by Wei You.
“Chen Zhu, is the lunch from Baiwei Pavilion about to arrive?” Bei Sheng called out, indicating her presence.
Chen Jinhai wrapped up the conversation and stood up straight to take out his phone, “I’ll hurry them along.”
Bei Sheng hummed a response, then went to sit down on one side.
Wei You, carrying a document bag, strode over; his gaze fell upon Shang Hexing as he said, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen your Qionglou this lively.”
Shang Hexing lifted his eyes to glance at Wei You, his tone indifferent, “What’s lively about it?”
Wei You looked up, glancing towards the upper floor, “Hiding a beauty in the golden house, isn’t that lively?”
Shang Hexing ignored this comment.
As Wei You walked in, Bei Sheng couldn’t wait to gossip with him, but since she knew little—Chen Jinhai hadn’t revealed much to her—Wei You was itching with curiosity, caught in the middle.
Seeing that Shang Hexing wasn’t engaging, Wei You gave a forced smile, handed the document bag to Shang Hexing, then tugged at his trouser leg and sat down on the opposite couch, “Hexing, this is what you wanted.”
Shang Hexing asked, “Is it the original?”
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Wei You replied, somewhat annoyed, “Of course. You specifically asked for the original, I couldn’t just decide to bring you a copy instead.”
Shang Hexing said, “Thanks for the trouble.”
The contents of the document bag were supposed to be delivered by Wei You in the afternoon.
However, since Wei You had other matters to attend to in the afternoon, and since this was a task designated by Shang Hexing himself, he didn’t trust anyone else to deliver it, so he came over early.
He didn’t expect to run into such a commotion.
Now Wei You, leaning back casually, said in a languid tone, “It was trouble indeed, not easy to get hold of, and today was my unlucky day, running into my dad returning to his study.”
Shang Hexing’s eyes narrowed, “Did he notice anything?”
Bei Sheng, who was next to him, had been listening in silently for a while when she suddenly felt that the atmosphere had changed, and immediately and quietly backed away.
Wei You became anxious as well.
He immediately sat up straight, his demeanor no longer as carefree as before, “No, I often go into my dad’s study; he never questions whatever I take, and this time was no different—he didn’t ask.”
Shang Hexing asked, “How long did he stay in the study?”
Wei You recalled briefly, “About two minutes, not more.”
Shang Hexing hummed a response but said nothing more.
Afterwards, he opened the document bag; inside was an old, yellowed photograph.
In the photo, a young couple was captured: the man was Wei You’s father, Wei Zhongxian, and the woman was Wei You’s mother, Jiang Yu, with West Lake as the backdrop.
Before bringing the photo to Shang Hexing, Wei You had already looked at it.
Initially, he couldn’t understand why Shang Hexing had asked him to stealthily take out this photo of his parents taken on an outing. It wasn’t until he discovered that the photo had another angle that included a couple holding hands, although they were too distant and blurry to be clearly identified.
Wei You, detail-oriented as he was, had compared them and found that the blurry shape of the woman resembled Chong Wanyin, but the blurry shape of the man did not resemble Shang Hexing’s father—Shang Jizhou; instead, it looked quite like Shang Mingshu.
The man and woman holding hands while touring West Lake hinted at a delicate relationship.
“Hexing, I’m quite curious, how did you know my father’s study had this photo?” Wei You couldn’t help asking.
Shang Hexing focused on the photo in his hands, his fingertips pressing onto the blurry figures, “When I visited your home in my youth, I happened upon that photo album by chance.”
Childhood?
That’s way too long ago.
Wei You didn’t ask Shang Hexing what he wanted the photo for; instead, he asked, “Then why are you asking me for the photo now?”
Shang Hexing looked up, his eyes enigmatic, “It’s most appropriate in my hands now.”
Wei You raised an eyebrow.
Shang Hexing put the photo back into the file bag and handed it to Chen Jinhai, “Put it in my study.”
Chen Jinhai nodded, took the file bag upstairs, and Wei You’s gaze followed Chen Jinhai’s figure as he ascended.
Shang Hexing glanced at him, “What are you looking at?”
Wei You, with his hand propping up his chin, gave a smile that was not quite a smile, “Looks like you’re hiding a beauty in your golden house.”
That line again.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Shang Hexing’s eyes, “Now gossip has reached my door.”
“You see, you laughed. It must be true, nine times out of ten,” said Wei You, sharp-eyed and clear-hearted, “They say it’s the same young lady you took away from the Red River Bank last time?”
Shang Hexing didn’t speak.
To Wei You, that reaction was equivalent to an admission.
But he truly didn’t understand, “You, the iron tree that seldom blooms, how can your taste be so unspeakable?”
Shang Hexing countered, “How do you see it as unspeakable?”
They say women are creatures of scent, while men are creatures of sight.
Wei You had seen Wen Zhi; his first impression was of an ordinary girl, her true features partly concealed by her clothes and makeup, her timid personality not at all imposing, and her background somewhat complicated.
Therefore, Wei You didn’t quite understand why Shang Hexing would bother with Wen Zhi.
“Hexing, I suspect you’ve been chaste for too long, you’ve lost your proper aesthetic appreciation for women. How about I help you correct it?” Wei You suggested.
At this point, Bei Sheng walked over and sat down next to Wei You, asking with a smile, “After all is said and done, do you just think Little Zhizhi isn’t pretty?”
Wei You immediately clarified, “I never said that.”
Bei Sheng, “But that’s the gist of it.”
Upon hearing this, Wei You gave up clarifying, and plainly shared his opinion, “I just think that the woman worthy of Hexing should be even better.”
Bei Sheng let out a chuckle.
Wei You asked her, “What are you laughing at?”
Bei Sheng spoke candidly, “I’m laughing at your lack of taste.”
Wei You didn’t like hearing that and felt defiant, “How do I lack taste? At least in my normal aesthetic standard, a beauty like Xie Weiyue is the match for Hexing.”
Having said this, Wei You boldly looked at Shang Hexing and asked, “Right, Hexing?”
Shang Hexing didn’t respond to Wei You’s words; his gaze shifted past Wei You, towards the direction behind him.
That direction led downstairs.
At that moment, Wen Zhi, dressed in a red gown, stood on the last step, across a short distance, locking eyes with Shang Hexing.
“Hexing, what are you looking at?” As Wei You asked, he too turned his head to look.
Then, Wei You was petrified.
Bei Sheng, who also witnessed this scene, was stunned as well.
Wen Zhi, in her red gown, stood there, her black curly hair cascading down her back, no longer hiding her eyes; her bangs were swept behind her ears exposing her full, smooth forehead.
She looked radiant, with skin fairer than snow, and with eyes that sparkled, she was a vision of grace.
