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Chapter 165 Huo Jingcheng's Birthday

Firstly, it's calling out to Su Ruoyun; secondly, it's referring to what Su Ruoyun saw—orange's bamboo.

Su Ruoyun blushed deeply at Huo Jingcheng's actions and could no longer withstand his unfathomable gaze. She threw down the plush pillow in her arms, turned around deftly, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, and pounced onto the bed in a few steps, her skirt billowing in the breeze.

She tucked herself under the thin blanket and pretended to be asleep.

Huo Jingcheng stared at the ball under the blanket from a distance, silently raised his lips and looked at it for two or three seconds, then put on the slippers by the sofa, bent down, hooked his long fingers on her slippers, and helped her lift them to the bedside.

With a "thud," the slipper landed on the ground.

Su Ruoyun pulled the blanket over her head, covering her entire face. The warm, dry blanket still carried the lingering scent from earlier, which seeped into her nostrils with each breath, stirring her desire.

Huo Jingcheng stood at the head of the bed, glanced at the lamp on the bedside table, and slowly reminded, "The lamp is still on."

There were lamps on both bedside tables, but Huo Jingcheng and Su Ruoyun usually kept them off.

This time, Su Ruoyun hid under the covers like a quail, really not wanting to come out and face Huo Jingcheng, and whispered, "Turn it off for me."

“No,” Huo Jingcheng refused decisively, his tone trailing off, “Turn it off yourself.”

Realizing he did it on purpose, Su Ruoyun remained silent for a moment before finally raising her hand to pull the blanket wrapped around her down, revealing half of her face, delicate eyebrows, and a pair of beautiful almond-shaped eyes.

Her face was tense, and she rolled her eyes at Huo Jingcheng in an annoyed tone, "Get out of my way."

It's just turning off a light, what's the big deal?
Huo Jingcheng crossed his arms and obediently stepped aside, no longer blocking her way.

Su Ruoyun leaned half her body out and reached out to press the lamp button. With a soft "click," the light in the entire bedroom dimmed considerably.

She slowly tried to lie back down on the bed, but halfway there she heard Huo Jingcheng chuckle with an ambiguous meaning.

Su Ruoyun thought he was deliberately mocking her, so she raised her hand and hit him, not caring where she hit him.

It wasn't until an unusual muffled groan reached her ears that Su Ruoyun turned her head and realized where she had hit.

Huo Jingcheng took a long time to calm down, then squeezed her slender wrist with a little force, warning her, "I'll 'deal with' you tomorrow night."

"Clean up" is in quotation marks.

……

The next morning.

Su Ruoyun left home earlier than Huo Jingcheng.

104th Anniversary Symphony Concert, July 1st, starting at 8 PM, lasting one and a half hours, located on the sixth floor of the History/Exhibition Hall.

In the audience, Huo Jingcheng sat in the last row, next to Huo Beiyue. He casually took the program list from his seat into his palm, flipped through the first page, and thought about which program required the use of the guqin.

Before long, he found the program.

Huo Jingcheng slightly raised his eyelids and saw his second brother taking a picture, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes.

What followed was an annoying mouth.

"With so many beautiful women, who are you taking these photos for?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Beiyue paused in taking the photo, glancing at him sideways. He hadn't forgotten that Huo Beiyue had deliberately spoken loudly during their phone call last time.

At this moment, she thought about it and didn't want to pay any attention to Huo Jingcheng.

Unperturbed by the lack of an answer and the silence, Huo Jingcheng simply crossed his legs, rested his elbows on the armrests of his chair, and took out his phone. The concert was scheduled to start promptly at eight o'clock.
On stage were both musicians and singers, both men and women dressed in the same type of formal attire, all in a dazzling red. Huo Jingcheng, however, was able to spot Su Ruoyun at a glance.

She wore a wine-red velvet dress with gold embellishments on the neckline and cuffs, looking dignified and elegant. She sat down naturally, with a long table in front of her, on which sat a guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument).

Tonight she is playing a piece related to traditional Chinese music.

……

An hour and a half later, after everyone sang the song together, the 104th Anniversary/Symphony Concert came to an end.

With a large audience, she was not as dazzling as she was on stage, and Su Ruoyun couldn't find Huo Jingcheng, so she simply gave up.

Follow the main group and step down first.

The concert truly ended, and after changing out of my formal attire and tidying up my instruments, it was past 10 p.m.

With more than an hour to go before midnight, Huo Jingcheng's birthday celebration was supposed to end. Su Ruoyun was still eager to celebrate Huo Jingcheng's birthday and declined the band's dinner invitation.

Because she wanted to surprise Huo Jingcheng, she didn't plan to ride in his car back to the apartment. Instead, she took a taxi and got everything arranged before he arrived.

To prevent him from coming in too early, Su Ruoyun sent him a message telling Huo Jingcheng to come in around 11:00 or close to midnight.

The main hairstyle was the ear-length braid that Huo Jingcheng had been longing for. Su Ruoyun had her hair styled in an updo that evening and took another shower as soon as she had time.

She stopped using the hairdryer; her hair was only half-dry, with a few strands still damp. It was too late.

Su Ruoyun glanced at the time on her phone screen; it was already 11:15. Her expression tightened slightly, and she quickened her pace to the dressing room.

The crystal chandelier cast a cool, bright light. After taking a custom-made garment from the wardrobe, the walk-in closet returned to darkness.

Her clothes were neatly laid out on the bed. Su Ruoyun sat in front of the dressing table, facing the mirror, and carefully tied her long hair into cute little ear-length braids.

Compared to her back then, Su Ruoyun's hair is now three inches longer, reaching all the way down to her shoulders.

The white candles were bought by Aunt Li on a whim by Su Ruojun, and they came in handy now. The lighter was left here by Huo Jingcheng.

She arranged the white candles one by one and then lit them.

Judging that it was about time, Su Ruoyun changed into the clothes spread out on the bed and sent Huo Jingcheng a message, asking him to come in.

Huo Jingcheng waited at the door, but even with his girlfriend's instructions, he didn't dare to go in. He leaned against the white wall, closing his eyes in a daze, lost in thought.

Finally, at 11:45, a WeChat message from Su Ruoyun popped up, and the phone in her palm vibrated slightly.

[You may come in now.]
He put one hand in his pocket, tapped the door panel with his fingertips, and entered the password to open the door.

The wall lamp in the entryway turned on in response, and the white candle, which was extremely atmospheric, guided Huo Jingcheng's way. The candlelight flickered gently, casting specks of light on the smooth marble tiles.

For safety's sake, Huo Jingcheng slowly extinguished the white candles one by one, making his way straight to the bedroom.

There were no candles in the bedroom, only a dimly lit table lamp.

Guided by the bedside lamp, he calmly and leisurely walked towards the bed.

The dim yellow light gradually enveloped him, highlighting Huo Jingcheng's tall and straight figure.

The human figure under the blanket was clearly visible. He raised his hand, his slender fingers hooking the top of the thin blanket, and slowly pulled it down.

Tomorrow, those who know, know.