Knowing that it was Shen Jingshao's birthday today, Wen Yixing bought him a birthday cake in advance that afternoon.

After finishing the casting process, Wen Yixing grabbed her car keys and prepared to go home.

"Director Wen, shall we have lunch together this afternoon?"

The assistant director from the crew came over and invited him.

Wen Yixing smiled and said, "No, today is my fiancé's birthday."

The assistant director looked enlightened and smiled, "Then you have to go home. Let's meet up next time, Director Wen."

Wen Yixing replied gently, "Okay."

Wen Jingyao got out of school early today, and Wen Yixing drove to pick him up. The two then went to the mall to get a cake.

Wen Jingyao bought some balloons and snacks.

Wen Yixing simply bought some groceries, and Wen Jingyao took the initiative to help her carry the newly bought vegetables and meat. "Mom, what are you going to do?"

Wen Yixing glanced down at the ingredients in her bag. "Let's make dumplings."

Wen Jingyao exclaimed, "Mom's dumplings are the best! I'll make them with you when we get home!"

Wen Yixing hasn't cooked in a long time.

When I was studying abroad, my family had a chef.

After returning to China, he usually remained silent and focused on his work.

Or perhaps the old house's chef comes to deliver meals to them.

Shen Jingshao rarely let her into the kitchen.

However, Wen Yixing knew that Shen Jingshao really liked the dumplings she made.

So every year on his birthday, she would make dumplings for him.

Having not cooked for a long time, Wen Yixing found herself somewhat rusty when she entered the kitchen again today, and she was no longer used to using some of the things.

She prepared three kinds of fillings, some with meat and some with vegetables.

Wen Jingyao helped roll out the dough, while Wen Yixing was in charge of wrapping the dumplings. The two chatted and worked together, and soon enough dumplings for three people were made.

There wasn't enough time, so Wen Yixing didn't make too many dishes.

She only made dumplings; the other dishes were prepared and delivered by the chef at the old house.

When Shen Jingshao returned home, Wen Yixing's dumplings were already cooked.

He opened the door and was immediately greeted by two cannon shots.

"Happy birthday!"

Wen Yixing and Wen Jingyao peeked out and looked at Shen Jingshao with smiles.

Where she is, there is always warmth.

Shen Jingshao's mood was healed without him even realizing it.

She was wearing a light blue dress today, and Wen Jingyao was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt. Shen Jingshao walked in, reached out and took her hand, and patted Wen Jingyao's head with his other hand, smiling and saying, "Thank you."

Wen Jingyao: "Uncle Chen, does Mom have a gift for you today? I have one too, it's in your room."

Before Shen Jingshao could speak, Wen Yixing noticed Shen Jingshao's injured hand.

"How did you hurt your hand?"

Shen Jingshao: "It's alright."

After saying that, he looked at Wen Jingyao and said, "Thank you for the gift, Yao Yao."

After changing into slippers, Wen Yixing could sense that Shen Jingshao was in a low mood today, so she made an excuse and pulled Shen Jingshao into the room.

The bedroom curtains were drawn, making it a bit dark.

Wen Yixing made Shen Jingshao sit on the bed and looked down at his hands.

"Why did you hurt your hand?" Wen Yixing asked gently.

The wounds on my hands weren't deep, but there were many cuts and scratches of varying sizes.

It looks like he made it himself.

Shen Jingshao didn't hide anything from her. He looked up at her and said, "I saw Fang Shiyan at noon today."

Wen Yixing paused for a moment, then asked, "Did he say anything to you?"

"No, it's just that I remembered a lot of things at noon today."

Shen Jingshao stared at her intently, and Wen Yixing probably already guessed what it was.

Shen Jingshao didn't say anything, he just hugged her.

Wen Yixing patted his back, offering silent comfort.

The setting sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting golden patches of light on the floor.

Wen Yixing held Shen Jingshao's hand, gently squeezed his fingertips, and slowly said, "Ah Shao, tomorrow is a good day."

When Shen Jingshao looked up, Wen Yixing leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, smiling as she said, "Let's get our marriage certificate tomorrow."