The little dumpling suddenly broke free from Grandma Ou’s hand and ran over, shoving the gift in Xiyan’s arms.
Then, he turned around and ran off.
"What’s this?"
Xiyan opened the gift box and found a small red booklet inside.
"It’s...a marriage certificate! Handmade by Luoluo."
Xiyan was stunned by the three festive characters handwritten on the cover of the little booklet...
A marriage certificate issued by Ou Xiaoluo for her and Ou Jue—what could be a more bizarre birthday gift than this?
Pfft.
Xiyan couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
"Hey brother, what ti is it?" An Ran casually grabbed Chi Cheng’s arm and leaned in to take a look, "Oh, it’s almost 3:15."
Seventeen years ago, Xiyan was born at precisely this mont.
The amusent park was brightly lit, reflecting everyone’s warm smiles. "Xiyan, happy birthday!"
"Wu..."
Why were her tear glands so active today? She felt like crying again!
She tilted her little face upwards, "What about your ’Happy Birthday’?"
"Dummy!" Ou Jue gently tapped Xiyan’s forehead.
Xiyan pouted, "Don’t call ’dummy!’"
"Xia Xiyan."
"Can’t you call sothing more affectionate? Everyone else calls Xiyan. But you? You always use my full na like you’re trying to collect a debt."
This guy hardly ever called her "Xiyan."
It was always the distant "Xia Xiyan," or "dummy," or "idiot."
Ugh, she was so annoyed.
Ou Jue’s sexy Adam’s apple shifted slightly, his striking eyes gleaming with the look of soone who knew the crowd was waiting for drama.
With a smug snort from his nose, he glanced at his watch, "It’s almost ti."
As soon as Ou Jue finished speaking, everyone’s gazes shifted to the horizon.
Well, everyone except Xiyan.
Xiyan tugged at his arm, "Forget about the ti for now—just call by my nickna!"
"No."
"Is it that hard to call Xiyan?"
"Dummy."
"If you call ’dummy’ again, I’m seriously gonna be mad."
"...Idiot."
Xiyan puffed up her cheeks and glared angrily at him.
Whoosh...
Bang—
Countless fireworks exploded in the distance, their cascading brilliance lighting up the night sky.
"Wow..." An Ran and Lan Ruge exclaid in awe.
"So beautiful..." Xiyan was srized as well.
Was this also arranged by Ou Jue?
Not far away, everyone was joyfully laughing and partying.
Ou Jue leaned in close to her ear, "Happy birthday, Xiyan."
His deep, husky voice whispered, "From now on, every birthday, I’ll be by your side."
...
The group kept on celebrating until almost dawn before heading ho.
They really stayed up all night...
Ou Jue was driving, and Xiyan’s heart felt blissfully warm as she kept staring at him.
The next mont, his phone suddenly rang.
It was a call from Qiao Qianmo.
Xiyan’s smile froze slightly.
Ou Jue glanced at her and handed her the phone, "You answer it."
"Huh?"
Ou Jue’s expression was calm, "Just say I’m unavailable to answer right now."
Oh.
Xiyan imdiately understood what Ou Jue ant and quickly picked up the call.
Just as the call connected, before she could say anything, Qiao Qianmo’s soft voice ca through, "Ou Jue bro..."
"Sorry, I’m not Ou Jue bro. I’m your dear sister-in-law."
On the other side of the line, Qiao Qianmo had been basking in the joy of Ou Jue seemingly answering her call.
But upon hearing Xiyan’s words, her smile instantly froze on her face, "What did you say?"
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Technically, there are regulations around firework timing, but for narrative purposes, let’s not focus too much on that.
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