The butler and others left together.
After they left, everyone was whispering among themselves, talking about Liu Nian making a cake early in the morning, wondering if Master Sen had really agreed to celebrate his birthday with him.
"How could you? Today is the anniversary of the old lady's death!"
"That's right, and the old lady died trying to save Master Sen!"
"Yeah, how could that be..."
Liu Nian counted the candles one by one, a total of thirty-two. After counting, he turned off the light with a sense of ceremony, and then, in the dark, lit the candles one by one.
When they counted to thirty-two, Liu Nian turned his head, looked at him, and called him, "Uncle."
Jing Baisen, who had been looking at the candle with a perfunctory expression, frowned when he saw Liu Nian's smiling face swaying in the candlelight.
How can someone who's 32 years old be considered an "uncle"?
Jing Baisen blurted out, with disgust and impatience, "What, your ex-boyfriend is younger than me?"
Liu Nian chuckled, "Why bring him up? You have a whole building full of exes, what did I say..."
Jing Baisen: "..."
Can they be the same?
He has never been sincere with anyone!
“Come here,” Liu Nian said, taking his arm and gesturing for him to come closer. “Come on, make a wish and blow out a candle.”
Jing Baisen looked at the candles, feeling a little embarrassed because he had never celebrated his birthday before. His face darkened, and he was too shy to blow them out.
He was just stirring up trouble, turning to Liu Nian and asking, "You celebrated your birthday with your ex-boyfriend like this too, right?"
Liu Nian forced a smile through gritted teeth: "...I made the cake myself, hurry up, I'm hungry."
Jing Baisen didn't even grant a wish. With a dark face, he blew out all thirty-two candles in two puffs.
Out of consideration for his birthday, Liu Nian tried his best to give him a nice look, took his hand, and let him cut the first slice of cake.
I cut it up and fed it to him myself.
Liu Nian still had some expectations and asked him, "How is it?"
Jing Baisen just looked at him and said, "It's sweet. What, does your ex-boyfriend like sweets?"
"If you find it too sweet," Liu Nian wiped his mouth, "then I'll put less sugar in it from now on, okay?"
Jing Baisen fell silent.
The two of them barely ate a few bites of the cake.
The more Jing Baisen looked at Liu Nian, the more displeased he became. He then pinned Liu Nian down on the sofa and took off his clothes.
The cake was smeared all over Liu Nian's body, and Jing Baisen ate most of it.
Jing Baisen: "As for cakes, I prefer savory ones."
Liu Niangao craned his neck, panted, and cursed at him, "You're...you're sick!"
Standing upstairs again, Liu Nian never saw Jing Baisen throw the bento he made into the trash can again.
Jing Bolin only heard about this later, and asked Liu Nian in shock, "...You mean my older brother asked you to celebrate his birthday with him?"
Liu Nian: "Yes!"
Jing Bolin practically worshipped him, exclaiming, "Awesome, sister-in-law!"
Liu Nian humbly helped him up and asked, "Have your exam results come out yet?"
Jing Bolin was a little smug, saying, "Everything passed."
"That's good." Liu Nian stretched.
Jing Bolin asked him, "Sister-in-law, how are your grades?"
Liu Nian sent him a screenshot of his grades, and Jing Bolin was so shocked he couldn't speak.
Liu Nian: "Professor Shi contacted me and said that a senior student was injured and could not participate in the national engineering drawing competition. He wanted me to take his place, so I had to go on a long trip."
Upon hearing that he was going on a long trip, Jing Bolin immediately said, "That won't do! At this crucial moment, what if my brother can't find you and sleeps with someone else?"
"It hasn't even been a week," Liu Nian said, somewhat amused and exasperated. "He can't even stand that much?"
Jing Bolin frowned, looked at him, and said, "...Liu Nian, even if you win the national first prize in this competition, the prize money is only 8,000 yuan, right?"
“8,000 yuan is already a lot,” Liu Nian said seriously, looking at him. “Besides, if I go, I’m sure I can get that 8,000 yuan. 8,000 yuan in a week—even if I went to sell myself, I might not be able to sell that much. Do you think I should give up?”
Jing Bolin was somewhat speechless, but still stammered, "Eight, eight thousand yuan, I can give you... I can give you ten thousand!"
Liu Nian picked up his things and left.
Jing Bolin didn't know how he had angered Liu Nian. After thinking it over and over, he finally called his older brother and stammered out what had happened.
Jing Bolin: "Big brother, could you talk to A-Nian and ask him not to be angry with me?"
Jing Baisen narrowed his eyes and hung up Jing Bolin's call immediately.
If he were to follow his words, he certainly wouldn't be like his foolish younger brother, saying something like giving Liu Nian ten thousand yuan to tell him not to go.
He definitely said he would give 100,000.
1 million is fine too.
Jing Baisen kept thinking about this matter, and finally felt that doing it this way was really not a good idea.
If it were really about giving money, 10 million would be fine, after all, it's not about giving away a mistress, Liu Nian is her boyfriend now.
When he returned, Jing Baisen saw Liu Nian operating a software called cAd, working on an engineering drawing.
He pretended not to know anything about it and casually asked him, "What are you doing?"
Liu Nian typed on the keyboard and said, "...It's nothing."
Jing Baisen: "..."
Why can I say this to Jing Bolin, but not to myself?
Jing Baisen, clutching a card containing 10 million yuan (which looked like it was about to break), asked him in a sinister tone, "It's so late, aren't you going to sleep?"
Liu Nian looked at the computer screen, freed one hand, and reached out to touch him. After finding his hand, he placed it on his lap and, while typing on the keyboard, asked him, "Brother Sen, if I had 8,000 yuan, what gift would you want?"
Jing Baisen's heart skipped a beat. He held Liu Nian's fingers tightly in his large hand and said, "What can you buy with 8,000 yuan?"
Liu Nian looked at him, "A tie?"
Jing Baisen looked at him with disdain and said, "Which of my ties costs less than ten thousand?"
Liu Nian looked thoughtful, then released his hand and said, "That's true."
Jing Baisen grabbed his hand and said, "8,000 yuan can only buy me a tie clip at most."
Liu Nian thought to himself, "Aren't all of his tie clips more expensive than his ties?"
“That’s true, we could buy a tie clip…” Liu Nian said as if it were a serious matter.
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