Xu Shuyan didn't seem to notice anything. She was chatting with Song Xiang about ordinary topics and planning where to buy a birthday cake tomorrow.
Song Xiang listened silently, only responding once or twice.
After eating, Song Xiang received a cake picture from Gu Lian and asked her to choose one.
Song Xiang flipped through it casually and picked out an all-white eight-inch cake with the birthday time simply marked on it.
At night, Xu Shuyan still slept in the same bed with her, and neither mother nor daughter said a word.
Early the next morning, Song Xiang worked as usual and didn't go home until dark.
Many birthday wishes popped up on the phone, including those from Gu Lian, Su Man, Wang Fuxue, Gong Shiheng and Yu Tianyu.
There is just no severe cold.
But she had a hunch that when she opened the door of Wang Fuxue's house at night, Yan Han would be there.
Holding this thought, my heart seemed to be filled instantly.
When she got home, Xu Shuyan was sitting at the table with a two-layer cake placed in the middle of a circle of dishes.
"Mom, did you buy the cake yourself?"
"Mom is not old yet, she can still go out and find a cake shop."
Xu Shuyan smiled and sat next to Song Xiang.
"After this birthday, you will be twenty-four in real life and twenty-five in virtual age. We can't delay it any longer."
"How are you thinking about getting married?"
Song Xiang stopped eating the cake, and the food in his mouth suddenly lost its taste.
"No rush..."
Snap!
Xu Shuyan suddenly put down the chopsticks in her hand.
Song Xiang was surprised, "Mom?"
Xu Shuyan's face became gloomy for a moment, then she calmed down and forced out a smile.
"Don't let mom worry, okay?"
This expression has appeared repeatedly over the years and has almost become Song Xiang's shadow.
From the first time Xu Shuyan got sick, she had been following Xu Shuyan and never dared to disobey. Every time there was a disagreement, Xu Shuyan would show such a restrained smile to show her her pain.
Song Xiang felt sorry for her mother and gave in every time.
This time, I suddenly felt like I couldn't open my mouth.
"If we don't get married this year, we should get married next year, right?" Xu Shuyan gave in.
Song Xiang nodded, "I will think about this seriously."
"Find someone who is similar to you. Don't find someone who is too rich. Our family's conditions are not worthy of theirs."
"I see."
She responded numbly, and in the end it was no longer clear what Xu Shuyan was saying, so she just nodded.
After eating until about seven o'clock, Xu Shuyan started to put things away.
Song Xiang had to go out for an hour or two due to official business.
Xu Shuyan had no doubts and let her go out openly.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and went to change clothes. Before going out, he made sure that Xu Shuyan had not followed him, and then entered the elevator and went upstairs.
When she arrived at the door of Wang Fuxue's house, the door was ajar, so she pushed it gently.
The living room was quiet, except for a figure in the dining room.
Song Xiang recognized who it was at a glance, her heartbeat sped up inexplicably, and she walked in lightly.
Through the glass door, she could clearly see the seriousness on Yan Han's face, as well as his lack of skill when placing candles.
Idiot, why don't you just insert a number? You have to insert more than twenty. They are so densely packed that they look like an ant's nest.
Seeing that the cake was about to be destroyed, Song Xiang couldn't help but said: "Eighteen cakes are enough."
Yan Han raised his head and his eyes lit up slightly when he saw her.
"Twenty-five is just twenty-five, why call it eighteen?"
Song Xiang: "...Twenty-four!"
She corrected seriously, which inexplicably amused Yan Han.