The young master has never properly celebrated his birthday in recent years. Since Miss Fuying came, he seems to smile more often. If Miss Fuying were to organize this birthday celebration, it might make the young master even happier.
"In that case, I'll have to trouble everyone to help me." Fu Ying said with a smile, but in a corner unseen by the others, the smile in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a colder and more resolute expression.
Tonight, she was determined to get the pass and leave this place that terrified her, no matter what.
When Ye Sijue returned from his outing, the entire manor was dark, and the darkness immediately alerted him as an assassin.
He unconsciously gripped the gun in his hand and carefully opened the door to the hall using fingerprint recognition.
Over the years, his identity as an assassin had attracted many enemies. At this moment, he was filled with worry for Fuying, fearing that something might have happened to her while he was away.
The hall was eerily quiet; one could almost hear a person's heartbeat. To outsiders, the room might seem deserted, but Ye Sijue keenly sensed at least ten different breathing patterns in the room, each distinct from his own.
This means that there could very well be a dozen or so assassins lurking in this darkness.
He gripped his pistol tightly and walked lightly and cautiously toward the entrance. He had already pinpointed the location of one of the assassins, and just as he was about to casually approach him, he...
Amid cheers, the entire dark hall was suddenly illuminated by a huge crystal chandelier overhead.
"Happy birthday, young master!" The servants jumped up excitedly and cheered loudly from a distance.
The huge living room was filled with black and white balloons. Fuying was surrounded by servants in the middle of the hall, holding a cake that wasn't exactly perfect.
The cake base was blue-black, and the black Winnie the Pooh carving on top was rather rough, seemingly just outlining a shape.
But Ye Sijue didn't care about any of that. What mattered most was Fuying, who was standing in front of him holding a cake.
She wore a white long dress today, which reached her ankles and revealed her slender ankles.
Her short, black hair lay flat against her scalp, looking as if it were soaked with sweat, but her bone structure was so outstanding that even so, she gave off a feeling of both innocence and allure.
Ye Sijue was stunned. What surprised him even more was that Fu Ying would prepare a birthday surprise for him.
Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, the servants standing behind Fuying became somewhat nervous.
The young master had told them before that he hated birthdays and would never celebrate them again. Judging from his expression, he must be angry and about to fly into a rage.
Xiaoxi was extremely worried, even concerned that the young master might be harsh with Miss Fuying.
Fu Ying, holding the cake, felt a little uneasy seeing that Ye Sijue didn't react at all.
But she knew Ye Sijue liked it when she acted cute, so she pouted and complained pitifully, "You came back too late, the cream melted, and this Winnie the Pooh doesn't look good anymore."
Everyone held their breath, observing Ye Sijue's reaction. They saw him slightly conceal the gun in his hand, and then walk slowly to Fuying and stop.
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