Chapter 173 Birthday

After returning to Jinghai City.

Cong Chun moved into the newly rented house with Grandma Wen.

The house wasn't big. Cong Chun's bedroom was right next to his grandmother's, and the eldest son often came over for meals.

Knowing that Grandma Wen liked listening to opera, the eldest son specially asked a friend who had connections in a famous local opera troupe in Jinghai to find Grandma Wen a leisurely and interesting job.

I earn a few thousand yuan a month, and there's very little work to do. I usually just clean the backstage area, and I get to listen to free performances.

Moreover, Grandma Wen often saw the opera troupe teachers performing on stage backstage. Those teachers taught the students, and before she knew it, the old lady had learned a little bit of the art. Cong Chun and Duan Mingxiao were always her most loyal listeners.

Cong Chun's studies were getting better and better, and her life was peaceful and fulfilling. Everyone in the circle knew that the young master of the Duan family had started dating someone, not some rich girl from another family, but a boy.

This incident caused quite a stir. Some people were surprised and some felt sorry for him, but Cong Chun was unaware of these things. His only trouble was that when he was alone, people would come up to him and try to chat him up from time to time.

Students at Yenching University all know that there is a particularly handsome junior in the architecture department who has won many awards and participated in many projects at a young age. His name is frequently mentioned by various professors.

The number of photos taken secretly is countless, covering almost every angle of Cong Chun.

During his school years, Cong Chun almost never missed a class. However, a few days later, in order to participate in a competition, Cong Chun asked his teacher for leave for the first time, and the teacher quickly agreed.

Cong Chun hadn't mentioned going to watch the World Racing Championship finals to Duan Mingxiao yet; he was planning to give the young master a surprise. However, to Cong Chun's delight and surprise, Yun Lanshuang and Duan Chengshan were also going to watch Duan Mingxiao's race live.

Today was the usual time for classes to end, but at the gate of Yenching University, there was a flamboyant Aston Martin parked, its dazzling red attracting the attention of many people.

A bad feeling immediately rose in Cong Chun's heart.

The young master had dressed up specially for the day. His hair was styled with hair gel, revealing a clean and full hairstyle, as well as deep and delicate eyebrows and eyes, exuding a sense of unrestrainedness and arrogance.

All the students were very familiar with this outstanding face; it belonged to the eldest son of the Duan family, the one with a terrible temper but an excessively beautiful face.

Unfortunately, the other party was exceptionally capable, an undefeated top figure in the Chinese racing circle. Duan Mingxiao held a large bouquet of vibrant red roses in his arms, and the boy leaned against the car door.

Duan Mingxiao was dressed in Cong Chun's favorite "gentle attire," with a simple white shirt on top and straight, elegant suit trousers that accentuated his long, slender legs.

However, the young master's temperament is anything but gentle; the few buttons on his shirt collar are casually undone, exuding a strong sense of tension.

Cong Chuncai, on the other hand, seemed like a gentle and polite young nobleman.

Spring has arrived, with green leaves providing shade and spring flowers in full bloom.

Cong Chun changed out of his heavy winter clothes. The boy put on a light-colored knitted sweater. His eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, like a pool of spring water, yet his temperament was like freshly melted snow, cool and charming.

Everyone was waiting to see if the young master was about to confess his love.

Only Cong Chun, the person directly involved, knew that those smiling yet aggressive eyes were always fixed on her.

Duan Mingxiao is a bit too high-profile.

She's too flamboyant, and occasionally a bit noisy and clingy.

However, the more flamboyant and boisterous the eldest son was, the more Cong Chun liked him.

Cong Chun walked towards him naturally, just like before, every time he came home from school, someone would be waiting for him at the door.

A rich fragrance filled the air around Cong Chun; she was surrounded by flowers.

Today is Cong Chun's birthday.

Duan Mingxiao dressed up specially to pick him up. Although Duan Mingxiao would usually drive Cong Chun home whenever he had time, this was the first time he had done something so special.

The young master knew he was good-looking, after all, Cong Chun often stared at his face in a daze while in bed.

Duan Mingxiao felt quite pleased with himself after thinking about this.

Regardless of what others think, Young Master Duan has been holding back for a long time and is eager to assert his dominance, as there are always people who try to flirt with his wife when he's not paying attention.

When he dies, even if he dies, it won't be their turn.

She is not as good-looking as him.

Even his balance is less than hers.

His physical strength is no match for his.

Compared to his abilities in that area, he was utterly defeated and instantly annihilated.

Back home, the house was bustling with activity. There were elders and friends. When Ms. Yun saw Cong Chun, she greeted him first. Also there were Ji Ruhui and his cousin, Little Meatball, who had grown taller over the New Year.

Even Xu Binzhou and Bai Xun, who had just returned from abroad, were here, making the room seem a bit small.

Grandma is preparing longevity noodles in the kitchen; her complexion has improved considerably lately.

Today is Cong Chun's birthday, and Ms. Yun is planning to invite some people to have a meal together, since we didn't get to get together much during the Chinese New Year while we were abroad.

Cong Chun was the birthday boy today, surrounded by people. The boy was a little overwhelmed by the attention, but as he looked at his grandmother and then at Duan Mingxiao, a warm feeling seemed to be flowing slowly through his heart.

This year's birthday was filled with longevity noodles, cake, and loved ones by my side.

Cong Chun clasped his hands together, facing the lit candles on the cake, ready to close his eyes and make a wish, as if he had no wishes left.

Cong Chun finally got her first birthday cake.

The cake had a simple line drawing of him and his grandmother holding hands.

In the darkness, Cong Chun looked up at Duan Mingxiao across from her through the flickering candlelight.

The next second, she was met with the young master's bright smile, his eyes filled with a rare tenderness. Cong Chun nervously closed her eyes again and sincerely made a wish.

Cong Chun never wanted to hear Duan Mingxiao's inner thoughts again.

Cong Chun's wish was not to realize her own ideals, nor did she hope that Duan Mingxiao would always stay by her side.

Instead, they hoped to realize Duan Mingxiao's dream.

As for what Cong Chun wants, he is capable and will strive for it himself.

However, the scene of Cong Chun closing his eyes and making a wish was deeply etched in Duan Mingxiao's mind at this moment.

Seeing you surrounded by so many people who love you makes me so happy for you.

Cong Chun, from now on, there will be a cake just for you on every birthday.

You can do whatever you want, and I, Duan Mingxiao, will stand behind you and be your eternal support.