When Liu Jiaojiao came back, she was just thinking about how to start the conversation with Shen Changji, but unexpectedly, Shen Changji beat her to it.

"What's up?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Jiaojiao nodded gently.

"It's about Mother's side, but today is..."

Chen Changji said, "Since you have something to do, then go and get busy."

Liu Jiaojiao: "But today is your birthday, Shen Lang."

He remained silent for a long time: "It's alright, there's plenty of time in the future."

Upon hearing this, Liu Jiaojiao took a deep breath.

"In that case, I'm sorry for what happened tonight. I'll apologize to you in person another day."

Chen Changji: "It's alright, go ahead."

Liu Jiaojiao nodded, turned around and got into the carriage.

Before leaving, she looked at Chen Changji with deep affection, her face full of reluctance.

But Shen Changji remained standing there, his face expressionless.

Only after the carriage had gone far away did Liu Jiaojiao lower the curtain and return to her usual demeanor.

Seeing this, Lone Eagle couldn't help but ask, "Master, shall we go back to rest?"

"I won't reply."

With that, Shen Changji got into his carriage.

Upon hearing this, Lone Eagle instantly understood where his master wanted to go.

Even though Shen Changji didn't say it explicitly, Lone Eagle instructed the coachman to drive towards Su Miao's residence.

When the silence deepened, he descended with a cold and stern face.

Lone Eagle wisely refrained from having anyone follow him.

As soon as Shen Changji entered, Su Miao's room was dimly lit and quiet, as if no one was there.

He recalled the last time he caught Su Miao losing control in the courtyard.

Could it be that she has really been sick these past few days?

Chen Changji pushed open the door, only to find the room empty.

He couldn't help but frown, his face darkening.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, a pair of white jade hands gently encircled him, and a soft bell sound reached his ears.

Happy birthday, brother.

Su Miao's soft voice came from behind.

Shen Changji turned his head and met Su Miao's eyes. Su Miao raised her eyebrows and smiled sweetly.

His gaze couldn't help but fall on her dress today, and his eyes darkened slightly.

Su Miao brought the cooked longevity noodles to Chen Changji.

"Try it, I made this myself!"

"I also made osmanthus cake."

Su Miao held the noodles up, gesturing to Shen Changji, but Shen Changji showed no intention of trying them.

"Could it be that General Shen is still angry with me?"

...

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, I'll coax you."

As she spoke, Su Miao softened her tone, her eyes fixed intently on Chen Changji.

Looking at her like this, Shen Changji recalled the scene at the restaurant that day when she was chatting and laughing with Xie Qin.

"When Xie Qin or Liu Muxuan are unhappy, is this how you comfort them?"

"Of course not, only General Shen is my one and only."

"Have a taste, I've been making this all afternoon, my hands are sore."

Su Miao stared at him, her expression earnest yet slightly coquettish, and spoke softly.

Looking at her face, Shen Changji felt inexplicably unable to refuse, and was even somewhat bewitched by it.

He took the chopsticks and took a small bite.

Seeing that Shen Changji didn't refuse, Su Miao smiled slightly and looked at him expectantly: "Is it delicious?"

Chen Changji: "You're just planning to give me a bowl of noodles and a few pieces of pastry as my birthday gift?"

"Of course not, I've also prepared a talent show for my brother."

Su Miao curved her lips into a smile, her tone becoming more flirtatious, her fingertips lightly touching Shen Changji's shoulder with a hint of seduction.

The room was dimly lit. Su Miao moved slightly, and the bells on her ankles jingled crisply, adding a unique charm to the mysterious night.

She doesn't even need to speak; her eyes are already captivating enough.

Shen Changji looked at Su Miao, his blood boiling, his burning gaze carrying a dangerous intensity.