Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 356 It turns out it was my birthday

Mu Qingyang was the only person who could play the drum.

Reminded by Zeng Wenjie to prepare a surprise for her grandmother, she did not get up to toast during the meal.

The whole family, along with Zeng Wenjie's two childhood friends, ate and drank, creating a lively atmosphere.

However, Mu Qingyang couldn't quite understand the local dialect everyone was speaking, especially the fast-paced conversations, leaving him completely bewildered.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Han Yu tidied up the table. It was already getting dark.

Zeng Wenjie went to Mu Qingyang's room, took out the cake, placed it on the table, and then lit the candles.

There were only two candles, shaped like the numbers 1 and 9, which together made up the number 19.

Mu Qingyang was stunned. Was it inserted backwards? Besides, Grandma wasn't 91 years old!

"Light the candles, turn off the lights quickly, and sing the birthday song!" Zeng Wenjie said with a smile.

So after the lights were turned off, Zeng Wenjie started the singing of "Happy Birthday."

Mu Qingyang sang along, and when the song ended, she realized that everyone was looking at her with smiles on their faces.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Mu Qingyang asked.

Zeng Wenjie couldn't help but burst into laughter, saying, "No, buddy... you can't even remember your own birthday?!"

Upon hearing this, Mu Qingyang was struck dumb, as if by lightning. He remained stunned for a long while before finally coming to his senses and saying, "Oh, right... Today seems to be my birthday?"

Everyone burst into laughter when they saw her adorable and embarrassed expression. What kind of girl is so absent-minded that she can't even remember her own birthday and thinks it's someone else's?

"Hurry up and blow out the candles and make a wish!" Zeng Wenjie pulled Mu Qingyang to sit down in front of the cake and smiled.

"Oh oh oh oh!" Mu Qingyang nodded hurriedly, then closed her eyes and made a wish over the candle. After a moment, she opened her mouth and blew out the flame.

Everyone clapped and shouted in unison, "Happy Birthday!"

When the light was turned on, Mu Qingyang's face was flushed, and her eyes were bright and a little moist.

Then she saw Zeng Wenjie standing there holding the roses he had bought that day.

"Happy birthday, Xiao Mu!" Zeng Wenjie handed her the flowers and smiled.

"So it was for me..." Mu Qingyang smiled brightly and accepted it with both hands. "Thank you!"

She thought the roses were Zeng Wenjie's gift to her grandmother, but little did she know they were for herself! And today wasn't her grandmother's birthday, it was her own!
I received flowers for the second time in my life.

The first time was also when Zeng Wenjie gave it to me, but it was right after the start of the semester and we didn't know each other.

It's worth mentioning that the flowers Zeng Wenjie sent that time were actually given to him by Yang Jingqi, and he immediately resold them, which was incredibly sassy.

"Happy birthday, Xiao Mu." As the boss of Jin, Zeng Xiangdong was generous and gave away a lump of gold.

Yes, it's a lump, probably weighing three or four hundred grams.

Han Yu gave her a pair of beautiful Nike shoes, Grandma gave her a knitted hat, and Grandpa gave her a red envelope.

Hu Guohua and Shi Jing gave teddy bears as gifts, as they genuinely didn't know what else to give and could only come up with this as a last resort after much thought.

My maternal grandparents also gave me red envelopes, not much, but their sentiments were enough.

Mu Qingyang thanked them repeatedly. She had a great love for receiving gifts and was overwhelmed with joy today, having received so many that her hands were sore from receiving them.

Zeng Wenjie asked, "So what did you wish for?"

He didn't believe in the idea that things wouldn't work if you said them out loud.

"I wish everyone good health and a long life," Mu Qingyang said.

Upon hearing this, Zeng Wenjie thought it was indeed true. He smiled and said, "Hurry up and cut the cake. You've grown a tail today."

"What do you mean by 'long tail'?" Mu Qingyang was stunned.

"In our local dialect, young people's birthdays are called 'growing a tail'," Hu Guohua explained.

"I see!" Mu Qingyang exclaimed in realization, then picked up a knife to cut the cake, first giving some to her grandparents and maternal grandparents. Finally, Zeng Wenjie, not getting any, angrily demanded, "Where's mine?"

Mu Qingyang turned her head and snorted, "Who told you to keep it from me? I'm not giving you any."

Zeng Wenjie laughed and said, "Who's hiding it from you? You're the one who can't remember your own birthday; you're just confused!"

Mu Qingyang pushed the cake in front of him and said softly, "Let's share this big piece together."

Zeng Wenjie didn't eat it; instead, he smeared some cream on her face and ran away laughing.

Mu Qingyang, carrying a plastic dinner knife, chased after him menacingly.

After running for a while, Zeng Wenjie stopped, turned around and intercepted her, saying, "I don't like cake."

Mu Qingyang said, "You must eat it! This is such a meaningful birthday cake, you can't not eat it!"

Zeng Wenjie said with ill intent, "Eating is fine, but I want to eat the ones on your face."

"?"

Mu Qingyang was stunned, and his face immediately turned red.

A moment later, she couldn't help but scoff, "You're a pervert!"

Zeng Wenjie actually nibbled off the cream on her cheeks and forehead, and found that it didn't seem so greasy anymore, and it tasted delicious!
Mu Qingyang gently wiped her cheek and whispered, "Thank you. I haven't celebrated my birthday in so many years!"

Zeng Wenjie cupped her face in his hands and smiled, "I'll celebrate every birthday with you from now on, with a group of people who like you and whom you like. That way, you'll be happy and joyful every birthday..."

"And I'll also receive a birthday present!" Mu Qingyang added happily.

“Hahaha… I know you like receiving gifts, so I prepared some for you,” Zeng Wenjie said.

“Some?!” This time, Mu Qingyang keenly caught the key words.

Zeng Wenjie nodded and said, "Let's go back first. You can open the gifts slowly after the guests leave."

Mu Qingyang said: "Okay!"

They went back inside.

Mu Qingyang bowed to everyone and said, "Thank you all for celebrating my birthday with me. I'm really happy and touched!"

Zeng Xiangdong pointed at Zeng Wenjie and said, "No need to thank us, it was this kid who planned it."

Grandma said gently, "You can come to Grandma's every year to celebrate your birthday. Grandma will prepare a gift for you every year."

"Okay, thank you, Grandma!" Mu Qingyang gave his grandmother a big hug.

After chatting around the charcoal fire in the main room for a while, Grandpa and Grandma got up to say goodbye.

Shi Jing and Hu Guohua, two clueless idiots, wanted to play the Little Tyrant game console, but Zeng Wenjie ruthlessly grabbed them by the neck with one hand on each side and sent them flying.

"What a heartless bastard! He's a womanizer!" Hu Guohua couldn't help but curse.

"That's true, they won't even let us play video games," Shi Jing complained.

Zeng Wenjie said, "Go to bed early. You can go to the county town to go online tomorrow. Why bother playing on my Little Tyrant?"

Hu Guohua snorted and said, "If I had a girlfriend as beautiful as Xiao Mu, I'd go to bed early every day! I'd force myself to sleep before my usual time!"

Shi Jing sighed and said, "I'll go back and call Sister Liu Xu to see how her day went."

Zeng Wenjie went back into the house and let Mu Qingyang take a shower and change into thick cotton pajamas.

I spent the whole day outside today, setting off firecrackers all afternoon, and I even smell of gunpowder on myself.

"Where's my gift?" Mu Qingyang couldn't help but whisper as he returned to his room.

Zeng Wenjie lay down and pulled out seven gift boxes he had prepared from under the bed...

(End of this chapter)