Chapter 141 The Feast
"You approached Sheng Tingzhou, did you really think it was love?"
He sneered.
"Are you afraid that if he rejects the marriage proposal, your family fortune will be devoured by others?"
Chen Yun was so angry that she clenched her fists until they bled, her nails digging deep into her palms, but her voice lowered.
"Are you... are you threatening me?"
"you?"
He scoffed, his tone full of contempt.
"You're not worthy. I'm not threatening you, I'm reminding you that your current position is entirely supported by Sheng Tingzhou. Without him, you wouldn't even have a place to stand."
"The glory on the high platform will vanish in the blink of an eye. When that time comes, countless eyes will be watching you, waiting to see you fall into a sorry state. Those socialites and noblewomen, with their malicious faces, would love to see you fall into the mud and never be able to rise again."
Those familiar yet repulsive faces flashed through Chen Yun's mind.
Her throat tightened, her chest felt heavy, and she asked in a hoarse voice, "What exactly do you want me to do?"
Zhou Yuze didn't answer, but whispered a few words into the phone.
Upon hearing this, Chen Yun's face instantly turned as white as paper.
That evening, Song Zhiwei followed Sheng Tingzhou up the winding stairs leading to the Nebula Terrace.
The steps are made of silver-white metal.
Beneath my feet, the waves rolled endlessly, crashing against the inky black sand.
The surrounding high-rise buildings stand like giants.
Upon reaching the top floor, she took a deep breath, looked around, and was immediately dumbfounded.
The terrace, which should have been brightly lit, was now completely dark.
"What... all the lights are off?"
She murmured softly, a hint of confusion in her voice.
Sheng Tingzhou didn't answer, but silently reached out and gently took her hand.
A faint floral fragrance floated in the air.
They walked forward step by step.
It was so quiet that you could hear each other breathing.
Only when they reached the end did he slowly release her hand.
She subconsciously pulled her fingertips back.
Just then, I heard a soft "snap" sound.
Immediately afterwards, a gentle pink light suddenly appeared before my eyes.
She suddenly opened her eyes wide.
A cake more than twenty stories high stands quietly in the center of the terrace.
A thin candle was stuck at the top.
Song Zhiwei couldn't help but cover her mouth, her eyes wide open, and her breathing became lighter.
"This...is for me?"
Her voice trembled slightly.
"Otherwise what?"
He asked her a question casually, standing beside her.
"Let's light a candle."
She hesitated for a moment before taking the lighter he offered.
She carefully lit the small candle on top of the cake.
The flames suddenly shot out.
Just then, gold dust suddenly sprayed out from the center of the cake.
Gold dust poured down.
She tilted her head back and stared intently.
When my gaze fell to the bottom floor, I almost cried out.
Inside that cake layer was a miniature rotating stage.
Inside stood a little girl wearing a golden crown and a sparkly princess dress.
The skirt had a very long train and was covered with crystals and sequins.
The little girl is dancing in circles on her tiptoes.
She held a magic wand in her hand, with four flashing words at the top.
Happy birthday.
Song Zhiwei's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
"Make a wish, Your Highness."
Sheng Tingzhou's voice was deep and gentle.
As if by magic, he pulled out a crown studded with diamonds from behind his back.
He held it in both hands, gently lifted it, and carefully placed the crown on her head.
The moment the cold metal touched her hair, tears finally welled up in her eyes.
She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the sob in her throat, clasped her hands together, and made a silent wish to the little princess who was about the same height as her.
A gentle breeze blew by, lifting the stray hairs on her forehead.
Then, she puffed out her cheeks and blew gently.
The candle went out with a snap, and the flame died down gently.
In an instant, all the lights on the entire floor suddenly turned on.
She squinted instinctively, and only after her vision adjusted could she finally see the whole picture of her surroundings.
She then realized that she had been enveloped in a sea of pink flowers without her noticing.
Countless roses, peonies, and lilies of the valley bloom in layers.
She suddenly froze, the lingering thrill in her heart.
"If I hadn't said yes today, would you still have celebrated my birthday?"
Sheng Tingzhou looked at her, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
He didn't answer immediately, but gently cupped her face in his hands.
Do you think I would?
Song Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat.
Her previously calm emotions were suddenly disrupted.
The image of Chen Yun's exquisite bracelet came to mind.
But now, Sheng Tingzhou has placed the exact same thing in her palm?
No, they're not exactly the same...
If it were her, she would run away as fast as she could if she were rejected.
How could I possibly have the mind to throw a birthday party?
But Chen Yun is different. She not only appears in public, but also holds lavish banquets.
If there isn't a special reason behind this, how can it make sense?
She whispered, "Probably not."
He chuckled softly, "Fool, you guessed wrong."
Sheng Tingzhou's lips curled up slightly.
"You always think in strange ways."
His laughter was deep and pleasant.
Sheng Tingzhou lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.
"If I don't celebrate your birthday when you come with me on a business trip, who will?"
The moment his lips touched hers, his warm breath gently brushed against her skin.
The words fell as well.
You are mine, and only I can protect you on your birthday.
She pursed her lips, Zhou Yuze and Jiang Churan flashing through her mind.
Maybe not?
Although he didn't say it aloud, he couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Zhou Yuze and Jiang Churan, that perfect couple, also spent important days together intimately.
When it comes to feelings, it's never a black-and-white issue.
Even if Sheng Tingzhou spoke with deep affection at this moment, she still couldn't fully believe that there would be anyone in this world who would stay with only one person forever.
He immediately frowned: "You're not allowed to think about your uncle."
"I'm not that jealous yet."
Song Zhiwei: "..."
She pursed her lips, not daring to utter a single word in rebuttal.
It was just a fleeting image in my mind, why be so sensitive about it?
There is absolutely no freedom.
He took her hand again and led her to another table.
The lighting was soft, rose petals were arranged in a heart shape along the edge of the table, and candles flickered with an orange glow.
On the table sat steaming steaks, cream of mushroom soup, baked lobster...
It was all her favorite food.
He picked up his knife and fork, deftly cut a piece, and pushed it in front of her.
The steak was cut into small, evenly sized pieces for her convenience.
He even thoughtfully removed the slightly tougher parts from the sides, leaving only the tenderest piece and pushing it to the center of her bowl.
"Thanks."
She suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
The young master of the prestigious Sheng family actually remembered her taste.
She lowered her head, her cheeks slightly flushed.
These words were spoken very softly, almost as a murmur.
As she picked up the steak and put it in her mouth, she secretly glanced at him.
The thought that such a distinguished man could take such meticulous care of her preferences stirred an indescribable flutter in her heart.
After finishing his meal, he took out a black velvet box from the side.
The box surface is made of high-end matte black velvet material.
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