Chapter 26

An Jiahe stayed in the quiet zither shop until five in the afternoon before leaving. After locking the door, he refused to receive the kindness that he wanted his to. She aimlessly walked down the street alone, the rain had stopped and the air was filled with the fresh smell of the nice soil.

She stopped to buy a medium-sized birthday cake and a Tiramisu, which for the time being had an existing counter. She took the elevator up, and as she passed the men's area, she saw a beautiful, smoke-colored cardigan. She suddenly wanted to buy it for him, thinking it would make him look less cold.

He brought home a big bag of small packet's belongings, and after getting off the car, he found out that Meng Shaoting's car was parked outside the garage.

He was sitting in the living room, leisurely sipping his tea. When he saw Jingzhi enter, he only raised his eyebrows slightly, realizing that he was a bit nervous. Before he could even open his mouth, he put down his teacup, took out a small silk box from his pocket, and threw it on the tea table. He looked at her blandly, "This birthday gift, if you don't like it, you can trade it."

After he finished speaking, he smiled and walked past her. The sound of his footsteps was steady and forceful.

The bag in her hand slowly fell to the ground. In the silence, she could hear the faint sounds of the servants mocking her. She bit her lips slowly, bent down, picked up the thing on the ground and went upstairs.

The box was there, and she didn't even glance at it.

He lit the candle, turned off the light, put on soft and comfortable slippers and sat on the floor. The music he liked was on the stereo, the cake was very sweet, Tiramisu felt slightly bitter, and the MOCA felt even worse. His head went numb, but Quiet And Steadfast didn't notice it.

She ate the cake bit by bit, until her stomach started to feel uncomfortable. However, she didn't stop until she finished the cake and drank the coffee. Then she stopped and looked at the mess in front of her.

Fu Jingzhi, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday …

Mom and Dad gave you a life, not to let you shed tears, that man treated you as air, you also, as air.

As expected, deceiving himself would make him a little happy.

Working, cooking, studying recipes, playing the zither, listening to music, and being An Jiahe's model, his days were almost over. It was incomparably far away.

The people around Fu Jingzhi had already started to discuss this without hiding anything. Once, when they met Jing Yi and Jing Xin on the way, they originally wanted to see a haggard Fu Jingzhi.

"Hubby almost swept you out of the door, you can still laugh?"