The Song family's banquet hall was bustling with activity. After Song Qingmo had chased her down, Song's mother accepted all the gifts from his classmates on his behalf, not complaining about their cheapness or other reasons. The classmates were all very lively, but Mu Hengshi alone kept his gaze fixed on the second-floor room of the villa. I'd always known Song Qingmo to be quite willful, but I hadn't expected him to run away in anger today, his birthday, with so many classmates accompanying him. Song Qingmo had actually ignored his usual politeness of sitting in front of others. When Song's mother had secretly gone to the school to inform the classmates today, she hadn't expected Mu Hengshi to be there. Song Qingmo had never mentioned this to his parents, and his mother had originally intended to avoid Mu Hengshi, but since the entire class was invited, it wouldn't be good if Mu Hengshi didn't show up, so she invited him anyway. As Song's mother invited Mu Hengshi, Mu Hengshi breathed a sigh of relief, as he had other things to do at the Song family's house today.

After today's commotion, everyone in the class, both students and teachers, knew that today was Song Qingmo's birthday. This realization made Mu Hengshi feel very unhappy.

In the past ten years, every time Song Qingmo had a birthday, he would drag him to the Song family, personally cook him a bowl of longevity noodles, and let him eat with him, making it feel like Mu Heng's birthday. Although he guessed that Song Qingmo would definitely not invite him to his birthday party like before this year, he still prepared a gift early.

A box of mineral Chinese painting pigments made by Mu Hengshi himself. He had originally wanted to secretly put it in Song Qingmo's drawer, but Song's mother invited him, so he wanted to give it to Song Qingmo in person, as a way to repay the kindness Song Qingmo had shown him on Mu Hengshi's birthday.

When the party was over, Mu Hengshi still didn't see Song Qingmo coming. He carefully placed the box of Chinese painting pigments on Song Qingmo's favorite swing. There was no trace of Song Qingmo forcing Mu Hengshi to swing, nor of Song Qingmo smiling at Mu Hengshi while swinging. Mu Hengshi stood quietly for a while, and finally walked straight with the other classmates. After walking out of the villa, Mu Hengshi set his eyes on the second floor, the only lit room. Until the end of the birthday party, today's birthday boy Song Qingmo still did not show up. However, Song's mother said that Song Qingmo had been too busy recently, so he caught a cold now. Others did not suspect too much. Seeing that the weather was getting darker, they said goodbye to Song's mother one after another, but Song's mother still called a special car to take the classmates back.

Perhaps others didn't know Song Qingmo was angry, but Mu Hengshi was very clear. Song Qingmo hadn't caught a cold in three or four years, so how could it be such a coincidence today? Besides, when Song Qingmo saw them just now, his eyes almost burst into flames. But he didn't say much. He pursed his lips tightly and returned to the Mu family with some reluctance.

The bustling Song family villa returned to peace.