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Chapter 130 Extra: Celebrating My Husband's Birthday

Jin Bao'er actually harbors a regret in her heart.

From the time he met Zhao Yuheng to the time they broke up, he unfortunately missed one of Zhao Yuheng's birthdays.

The man's birthday is the 23rd day of the sixth lunar month, which is several days before his actual birthday.

Unfortunately, at that time, the two were in the middle of a cold war and refused to see each other.

He was stubborn back then, hardening his heart and pretending to have forgotten, not even saying "Happy Birthday."

This forgetting lasted for five years.

Now that they're finally back together, how could he bear to let Zhao Yuheng spend his birthday alone again?

Jin Bao'er also looked forward to her birthday when she was a child.

At that time, he timidly asked his aunt if he could eat cake.

His aunt, however, coldly scolded him: "Your birthday is your mother's day of suffering."

You should think more about your mother.

By then, his mother had long since passed away.

From then on, Jin Bao'er never looked forward to her birthday again, always feeling a deep sense of guilt.

Until Zhao Yuheng held him and whispered:

"Your mother gave birth to you willingly. She brought you into this world hoping you would be happy."

We come into this world to make our mothers happy.

You should celebrate your birthday.

Celebrating Mom's wish coming true, celebrating your safe and healthy growth.

That one sentence, spoken so casually, untied the knot in his heart that had troubled him for many years.

So this year, he was determined to give Zhao Yuheng a proper birthday celebration.

These past few days, Zhao Yuheng has been extremely busy, leaving early and returning late.

Jin Bao'er threw his clothes, pants, and black high-elasticity underwear into the washing machine, listening to the machine slowly turning.

I turned on the robot vacuum, and the house was quiet.

He made himself a cup of coffee and lazily settled into a chair on the balcony.

At her fingertips was a bright yellow basketball jersey.

Next to it were fine needles and thread, scissors, and chalk.

He secretly worked on this for almost a month.

From learning to hold a needle, to clumsy practice, and then gradually completing the finished product, every stitch and every thread hides unspoken thoughts.

The washing machine has stopped.

Jin Bao'er got up and took out the men's clothes one by one to hang them out to dry.

My gaze fell on the black, high-elasticity underwear. The edges were already worn thin and limp.

This person just happens to love wearing this one; they can't put it down.

Experts say that underwear should be changed frequently, and this pair has lasted long enough.

Without thinking, Jin Bao'er picked it off, crumpled it into a ball, threw it into the trash can, tied the bag tightly, and immediately carried it outside.

I'm really afraid this person will pull it out of the trash bag again and say it's comfortable to wear.

It's not like he hasn't done it before.

Zhao Yuheng almost beat the thief up because his underwear was taken.

Thinking about it, Jin Bao'er went to clean the trash can in the bedroom again.

Looking down, I saw more than a dozen used items lying inside, each one full.

His eyes widened suddenly, and the tips of his ears instantly burned.

This person... how can they be so restless?

They're just like Taurus!

It's a good thing he always knows how to care for people; afterwards, he'll hold them and carefully apply the medicine.

The drawer was filled with various expensive repair ointments.

If you apply a little more medication the night before, it should be almost healed by the next day.

Zhao Yuheng never wanted him to suffer.

I only indulged him twice a week.

The rest of the time, I just held him and figured out a solution myself.

Often, it's Jin Bao'er who starts the fire herself.

The man was sitting quietly on the sofa looking at his phone, but the man insisted on moving closer and sitting on his lap.

She buried her face in his chest and rubbed against him, her waist and hips unconsciously swaying gently.

Each time, she could stir up a deep darkness in Zhao Yuheng's eyes, and then lower her head to kiss him until he was breathless.

Sometimes in the bathroom, he would get restless and cling to people.

They had just been affectionate this morning, but this little rascal has already forgotten the pain and is having ulterior motives again.

Jin Bao'er felt increasingly embarrassed as she thought about it, her cheeks burning hot.

Finally, the birthday present was completely finished and he gently placed it into the gift box.

After putting away his needles and thread, he took a nap, and when he woke up, he went straight to the market.

No matter how busy I am, I always make sure to cook a lively birthday meal for my husband first.

At noon, Zhao Yuheng was out socializing and made a special video call.

On the other end of the camera, the man, in front of his subordinates, spoke in a deep, affectionate voice, calling them "my little one" repeatedly.

"The food outside is awful; my youngest son's cooking is always the best."

Jin Bao'er felt feverish from the call and hurriedly hung up the phone.

This person has absolutely no sense of shame.

After two busy hours, three dishes and a soup were served.

The spicy braised pig's trotters are stewed until tender and soft, the braised beef has an enticing color, and the three-delicacy soup is clear, fresh, and warming.

It had both meat and vegetables, soup and meat; it was simple, but it was the meal he put the most care into.

At exactly seven o'clock, the door lock clicked softly.

Zhao Yuheng returned on time.

Jin Bao'er immediately went to him, took his briefcase, and said in a soft voice:

"Honey, you've worked hard. Come and eat."

The man chuckled softly and lowered his head to place a light kiss on his forehead.

"What did you make, little one? It smells so good!"

His eyes lit up as soon as he walked to the dining table.

"Why is it so lavish today?"

Jin Bao'er smiled and teased him deliberately, "What day is it today? Have you forgotten?"

Zhao Yuheng scratched the back of his head, thinking seriously.

"There are only eight days left until your birthday?"

Jin Bao'er: "..."

He was truly impressed by this person; he even remembered the countdown to his birthday perfectly.

"It's your birthday!"

He smiled and pushed the person towards the restroom: "Go wash your hands first."

She turned around and put a large piece of meat into the man's bowl, urging him to eat quickly.

Zhao Yuheng suddenly realized what was happening, and his eyes welled up with tears.

He's been so busy lately that he's completely forgotten about his own birthday.

After he got married, his parents didn't care about him anymore, only caring about their own carefree life.

In this world, the only one who still cares about his birthday is this little guy in front of me.

"Thank you, little one."

The man's voice softened as he lowered his head and ate heartily, his face full of satisfaction, like a large wolfhound that had just eaten its favorite food.

Jin Bao'er looked at him and couldn't help but laugh.

Even if he cooks something awful, this person would still openly say it's delicious.

"Eat quickly, there will be a birthday present after you finish eating."

"real?!"

Zhao Yuheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately started shoveling rice into his mouth, doubling his speed and managing to eat four large bowls.

After finishing the meal, she insisted that Jinbaoer not wash the dishes and urged him to go get the gift first.

Jin Bao'er had no choice but to turn around and go into the bedroom to take out the gift box.

Zhao Yuheng accepted it with both hands, his fingertips showing a hint of barely perceptible tension.

The moment the box was opened, the bright yellow jersey came into view, and the dazzling number 23 made his heart throb with warmth.

"Son, how did you know I liked number 23?"

"You told me that yourself."

Jin Bao'er's lips curled up, a smug look on her face, her eyes clearly saying—

See? I remember every word you said.

Zhao Yuheng hugged him tightly and kissed him hard on the forehead.

He excitedly picked up the jersey and examined it from all angles.

The next second, he stopped moving.

Inside the jersey, two lines of text are delicately embroidered in gold thread.

Head of the family: Zhao Yuheng

The youngest son of the head of the family: Gan Jinbao

Every stroke is neat, every stroke is forceful, and every stroke hides a careful and tender affection.

Zhao Yuheng's eyes instantly turned red.

Jin Bao'er quickly explained in a low voice, "I don't know if it will look good if it's embroidered on. If you don't like it, I'll buy you another one without embroidery..."

"like."

The man's voice was low, with a barely perceptible hoarseness.

He gently put down the jersey, then pulled Jin Bao'er into a tight embrace again, resting his chin on the top of her soft hair.

"Little one, have you been embroidering for a long time?"

Jin Bao'er was stunned for a moment.

He had thought Zhao Yuheng would be happy, he had thought he would be moved, but he hadn't expected that Zhao Yuheng's first reaction would be to feel sorry for him.

Unexpected, yet perfectly logical.

"It's alright, I just have to hide from you and embroider secretly."

"Don't go through all that trouble next time. Just buy something online, and your husband will love it."

Zhao Yuheng's voice was so gentle it could melt your heart.

Jin Bao'er nodded obediently, but secretly thought to herself—

Next time, I'll still do it secretly.

"Okay, let's go for a walk later, take a shower when we get back, and then... get down to business."

"What important business is it?" Zhao Yuheng released him, a smile in his eyes.

Jin Bao'er's ears turned red, and she looked up at him, her voice soft and seductive:

"Didn't you say you learned something new?"

Today is your birthday, I'll grant your wish.

Let me show you how.