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Song Beiyou, still lying on the bed, was speechless.

What kind of operation is this?

How did they get here right at the door? Did they act first and ask questions later?

Without hesitating for long, I got up from my lying position and walked to the door.

As soon as the door opened, Duan Yao was indeed standing at her doorstep.

He was dressed in his usual suit, but was carrying a sweet-looking cake that seemed completely out of place with his image.

There was also a big pink bow on top of the cake.

Those who don't know the situation might think Duan Yao has a girlish heart.

moment.

In Song Beiyou's living room.

The dignified Duan Yao was dressed in a business suit, while Song Beiyou, without any makeup, wore cartoon pajamas.

Two people with completely different styles sat facing each other around the cake.

As Duan Yao opened the transparent box of the cake, he said to Song Beiyou, "We arrived quite late, so this is the only cake left. Please make do with this."

"Heh." Song Beiyou helped take apart the birthday hat and candles. "It's your birthday, as long as you don't mind."

The smile on Duan Yao's lips had been faintly visible since he entered the room, and it was even more so now.

Watching Song Beiyou unwrap the candles, I dared to ask, "Did anyone celebrate your birthday with you in Qingshuihe before?"

Song Beiyou nodded and answered truthfully, "Yes."

However, she always left early to rush to the Song family in the capital to see how they were giving Song Nanwan a grand celebration.

Let's see if they'll remember on this day that there was a her in Qingshuihe.

However, after all these years, nothing has happened.

Seeing her suddenly become downcast, Duan Yao immediately understood what was going on. He picked up the birthday hat she had assembled from the table and put it on her head. "Come on, let's celebrate together."

You sing the song, you blow out the candle.

Duan Yao pulled Song Beiyou back from her bad thoughts. "Why me?"

Duan Yao: "I can't."

Song Beiyou, “???”

Amidst the confusion, Duan Yao's deep, magnetic voice said, "To be honest, I've never had the habit of celebrating my birthday before."

Tonight is the first time in my life that I haven't sung a birthday song, so it's normal that I don't know how to blow out candles.

Song Beiyou's lips twitched.

He took off his birthday hat and stood up on his tiptoes.

Over the coffee table, Song Beiyou placed the birthday hat on Duan Yao's head.

She had a faint fragrance of white magnolia on her body. The moment he got close, the fragrance entered Duan Yao's nostrils, making his heart flutter.

He looked up and took in her face.

A flawless face, long, curled eyelashes, a high, delicate nose, and rosy, glossy lips...

Everything was designed to fit his preferences.

For a moment, he was stunned, and only when Song Beiyou said "It's done" did he come back to his senses without a trace.

"Does it look good?" he asked.

Normally, you would never see a birthday light-up hat on Duan Yao.

It's completely unprecedented that they're willing to take me now.

"It's alright." Song Beiyou nodded at him, looking down at her phone.

Duan Yao had no idea what she was doing until the next second when the phone's speaker blared a cheerful birthday song.

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you...

Song Beiyou let the music play, and her little hands deftly stuck a candle in the middle of the cake and lit it with the provided matches.

Happiness became tangible at that moment.

Duan Yao's entire being was like the gentle, lingering light of moonlight.

Song Beiyou looked up and gestured to him, "Make a wish and blow out the candles."

Duan Yao looked at her, indicating that he didn't understand.

Song Beiyou inwardly disliked him, but demonstrated it to him once.

Duan Yao understood and did as instructed.

Make a wish and blow out the candles.

I don't know what he wished for, but when it ended, Song Beiyou's eyes were sparkling.

After the series of procedures were completed, Duan Yao took over the task of cutting the cake.

He cut a piece for Song Beiyou.

Song Beiyou loves desserts, and she picked up her fork and took a few bites seriously.

The cake is made with pure animal cream, with just the right amount of sweetness and a silky smooth texture.

Song Beiyou showed a satisfied expression.

Duan Yao looked at her, reached into his pocket, and came out holding a voice recorder.

He placed the recorder in front of Song Beiyou, asking, "What did the Bai family do to you?"

Song Beiyou paused, his hand holding the fork still, his gaze falling on the recording pen in front of him. "I didn't suffer any loss."

Duan Yao chuckled, "If anything happens in the future, you can call me immediately."

What Jia Buxiu could do, I can do as well.

Upon hearing this, Song Beiyou paused again, without looking up to meet his gaze. "You are different from Jia Buxiu."

He and Jia Buxiu were childhood friends, like family.

Duan Yao is, um, someone I know?

They are completely different.

Duan Yao objected, "How am I any different from Jia Buxiu?"

Didn't you say you were going to commit to me?

How is it different? I can even be closer to you than he was.

Song Beiyou was full of questions, his doe-like eyes fixed on Duan Yao.

Ignoring her gaze, Duan Yao turned on the voice recorder on the table.

The entire conversation between Song Beiyou and Bai Mengyan was played out.

By the time the recording ended, Song Beiyou's ears were burning hot, and his eyes revealed an awkward expression.

He quickly looked at Duan Yao and said, "I was just kidding. I was just trying to annoy that woman."

Duan Yao said seriously, "But I took it seriously."

"No..." Song Beiyou put down the fork in his hand. "Third Master Duan, President Duan, I'm not suitable for you."

Duan Yao remained calm and composed, "How do you know we're not compatible before we've even gotten to know each other?"

These words left Song Beiyou speechless.

He lowered his head and pretended to be busy poking at the remaining cake.

Duan Yao knew when to advance and when to retreat, understanding that pushing too far would backfire. Seeing that it was getting late, he got up and said, "It's getting late, I have to go on a business trip later."

You should get some rest.

Song Beiyou finally raised his head and said, "Mm."

After Duan Yao left, Song Beiyou did not feel relieved at all; his mind was in turmoil.

That night, she dreamed of Duan Yao again.

The last time I dreamt that Duan Yao was chasing her on a bicycle, this time I dreamt that Duan Yao was chasing her on a motorcycle.

She can't outrun him, she simply can't outrun him.

I was covered in sweat when I woke up.

With a not-so-clear head, I grabbed a quick breakfast and went to class at Imperial University.

Jia Buxiu is right. No matter how rational a person is, they may still have a split brain when faced with personal feelings.

The car sped along the streets of Beijing and soon arrived at Imperial University.

When he arrived, seeing that there was still plenty of time before class, Song Beiyou decided to close his eyes and rest for a while longer in the car.

But a sudden commotion from not far away caught her attention.

Upon closer inspection, Song Beiyou recognized Qin Shuhao and Qin Shuyao, the siblings who had long since transferred schools and dropped out. They were being dragged to a corner by several burly men who covered their mouths and put them into a van.

Upon closer inspection, not only Qin Shuhao and Qin Shuyao were there, but also Duan Yu.

He looked dazed and confused, as if he had been drugged, and was similarly dragged and pulled into a van in the corner.