Sharing Dreams with My Bestie’s Cousin

Chong Wanyin cried inconsolably, "If I were really that good, he would have chosen me, and I wouldn’t be the one suffering like this now."

Han Xiangying didn’t say anything more, just quietly accompanying the emotionally distraught Chong Wanyin.

Wen Zhi wanted to get a closer look to see what this Chong Wanyin, who always gave her a headache, really looked like. Before she could get closer, Wen Zhi heard Shang Jizhou approaching from behind and asking, "Why is my younger brother here too?"

Shang Mingshu, his face full of concern, turned around and replied, "Big brother, you’re here too?"

At that time, Shang Jizhou and Shang Mingshu were both very young; Shang Mingshu was still a young lad, and Shang Jizhou had been married to Han Xiangying for no more than five years.

"I came to bring your sister-in-law over, and on the way, I heard about Miss Chong’s situation," Shang Jizhou said calmly, and then he inquired, "What’s going on? She seemed quite unstable just now."

Shang Mingshu shrugged, "As you saw, lovesick, simply put. I was here with a friend when we happened upon Miss Chong. Seeing her in a bad state, I tried to console her for a long time with no improvement, and I even ended up getting her more worked up."

Shang Jizhou glanced at Shang Mingshu, "When have you ever done a good deed with your good intentions?"

"You can’t say that, big brother. I have done many good deeds, indeed," Shang Mingshu defended himself.

Shang Jizhou replied irritably, "Enough with the jokes every single day, there’s never any seriousness in you. With all the time you spend loafing around, can’t you do anything constructive?"