MWMM Chapter 63: Happy Birthday
by justmisty“Madam, you’ve misunderstood Sir.”
Yan Yuzhou was momentarily stunned by the driver, Xiao Wang’s, words. Then, as if out of stubbornness, he asked, “What did I misunderstand about him?”
Driver Xiao Wang remained silent for two seconds before finally turning around from the front seat. His face, much like his employer’s, showed no unnecessary expression. His voice was measured and formulaic, as if reciting from a script. But the words he spoke made Yan Yuzhou’s heart tighten.
“Sir did not ask the school to expel Madam’s classmate.
“It was your classmate who sought him out personally. He begged Sir to help him transfer schools, on the condition that he would never have to see you again. He said that after what happened, even though he was a victim too, his reputation had inevitably been affected. He wanted to go somewhere new, far away from this place, and he asked Sir for help—for a chance to start over.
“Sir agreed.”
After speaking, Xiao Wang silently turned back around and didn’t say another word. The indignation he had shown earlier vanished without a trace, and he sat still, eyes fixed straight ahead.
Yan Yuzhou felt even worse. He recalled what he had just said in the car, how he had pointed at Shen Ci and accused him. Those impulsive and excessive words must have hurt Shen Ci deeply. That was why, in the end, he had shown such an expression of sorrow and disappointment.
He seemed to have even mentioned—divorce.
At that thought, Yan Yuzhou could no longer sit still in the car. He hurriedly thanked Xiao Wang and ran toward the villa.
As soon as he stepped inside, the entire villa was shrouded in darkness. He found it odd. After changing his shoes, just as he was about to feel his way to the wall to turn on the lights, a single candle suddenly lit up in the center of the living room.
Yan Yuzhou instinctively looked toward the flickering light and gradually froze, his eyes widening.
One candle after another lit up, gradually illuminating the corners of the living room. One by one, the servants’ smiling faces appeared in the warm glow.
At the very center, atop a dining cart, sat a large cake. Before Yan Yuzhou could react, Sister Song suddenly took the lead, clapping her hands in rhythm as she began to sing the birthday song.
“Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday, Madam~~~”
The servants’ harmonious and heartfelt voices, like the flickering candlelight, danced straight into Yan Yuzhou’s heart. As he stood there, caught between shock and joy, a sudden warmth surged through him, burning hot and painful—like a fire igniting deep inside his chest.
So, in this world, there were actually people who remembered his birthday. There were actually so many people willing to celebrate it with him.
As the birthday song neared its end, someone suddenly switched on the chandelier. With a whoosh, the entire living room was flooded with light, illuminating every face filled with genuine joy and sincerity.
Yan Yuzhou’s throat tightened all of a sudden.
Shen Ci stood silently to the side, holding a small velvet box in his hand. Yan Yuzhou recognized it—it was the same ring Shen Ci had bought for him on their first date, under the guise of “medical treatment,” spending lavishly in an overbearing and extravagant manner.
He suddenly recalled how, back then, Shen Ci had casually remarked,
“I actually think that adding a bit of emotion might help you recover faster.”
Yan Yuzhou’s eyes could no longer hold back the swelling tears.
In front of everyone, Shen Ci walked up to him, then, under countless watchful eyes, knelt down on one knee.
“My Zhouzhou, happy birthday.”
His voice was low and husky. If one listened closely, they could still hear the lingering traces of disappointment and sorrow from their argument in the car.
However, in front of the servants, he had managed to restrain himself well.
Yan Yuzhou felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. He shouldn’t have fought with Shen Ci like that. He shouldn’t have been so willful, so unreasonable, so quick to jump to conclusions.
Back in the car, Shen Ci had hinted at it again and again— “Let’s not talk about this today.” “Today is a special day.” “Let’s go home first, we can discuss everything else later.”
Clearly, Shen Ci had been suppressing his own negative emotions, trying to make sure he had a warm and happy birthday.
Yan Yuzhou quietly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, watching as Shen Ci rose from his kneeling position, silently stood before him, and opened the small velvet box. Inside lay a single ring, its tiny diamond glistening as if winking at him.
Before Shen Ci could say anything, Yan Yuzhou snatched up the ring and slipped it onto his own finger. With teary eyes, he reached out, tugged at the hem of Shen Ci’s sleeve, and shook it slightly like a spoiled child.
“Thank you, hubby.”
With that, he took a step forward, wrapped his arms around Shen Ci’s waist, and nestled into his broad, warm embrace.
Somewhere in the crowd of servants, someone started clapping. Soon, the room was filled with gentle laughter and applause.
Sister Song watched their young Madam, who was crying and laughing at the same time, her face full of affection. She genuinely felt happy for them.
Finally, Sir and Madam had grown closer.
***
After setting the mood for their Madam’s birthday, the servants, being tactful, gradually dispersed, leaving their Sir and Madam enough private space to be affectionate.
As the crowd faded away, silence fell over the room once again.
Shen Ci casually snapped the now-empty velvet box shut and placed it on the table. Then, with a calm expression, he walked to the dining cart and asked, “Do you want some cake?”
Yan Yuzhou was hurt by Shen Ci’s sudden coldness. Feeling wounded but trying to hold on, he stiffly nodded and murmured a soft, “Mm.”
Shen Ci took out a plastic knife, cut a piece from where the rose decoration was, placed it on a small plate, and silently handed it to Yan Yuzhou.
Yan Yuzhou accepted it without a word, using a small fork to idly poke at the cream, absentmindedly putting it into his mouth. The cream cake that he usually loved so much tasted completely bland today.
After setting down the plastic knife, Shen Ci neither looked at Yan Yuzhou nor took a piece for himself. Instead, he sighed lightly, turned on his heel, and walked toward his room, looking as though he had no intention of saying anything else.
Yan Yuzhou immediately panicked. In a fluster, he called out, “Mr. Shen.”
Shen Ci’s steps halted abruptly. He remained silent for a moment before slowly turning around, his deep eyes swirling with an unreadable emotion. “What is it?”
Yan Yuzhou set the small plate aside, a bit of cream still clinging to the corner of his lips. He walked straight toward Shen Ci, stopping right in front of him, then tilted his head up slightly and murmured softly, “Mr. Shen, I’m sorry. I know I misunderstood you.”
A flicker of emotion flashed through Shen Ci’s gaze, but he forcefully suppressed it. His voice was slightly hoarse. “So?”
“So, I was wrong. You still remembered my birthday and even prepared a surprise for me, yet I spent the whole car ride just arguing with you. I was really out of line. Please don’t be mad at me anymore.”
After speaking, Yan Yuzhou hesitantly reached out a hand and carefully tugged at the hem of Shen Ci’s shirt, shaking it gently in a pleading manner. His voice was soft and coaxing. “Please? Don’t be mad anymore, okay?”
Shen Ci looked down at this little troublemaker who could be sharp-tongued when angry but impossibly disarming when acting spoiled. The frustration he had been holding onto dissipated by more than half.
But then, remembering how this reckless Omega had stubbornly defended his classmate, speaking so righteously and refusing to back down, Shen Ci still felt as if a small thorn was pricking at his heart.
Sour. Annoying.
Yet, in the end, he couldn’t bring himself to shake off the small hand clutching his shirt so timidly. He remained still, only letting out a displeased “hmph” from his throat. As he gazed at the expectant little face waiting for his forgiveness, he suddenly noticed the bit of cream still lingering at the corner of Yan Yuzhou’s lips.
Shen Ci had never been fond of sweets, but at this moment, he suddenly wanted to know—just what did that cream taste like?
Leaning in slightly, his lips drawing dangerously close to Yan Yuzhou’s delicate and adorable mouth, Shen Ci curved his lips into a mischievous smile. His voice was laced with teasing amusement.
“Nope, I’m still mad. So tell me—how do you plan to make it up to me?”
The author has something to say:
I owe you all an apology! Yesterday’s angst was too stiff and abrupt—wuwuwu it was my fault! (dramatically drops to knees and offers up a small whip)
If it made you guys unhappy, how about I let you all borrow Zhouzhou for a day to play with? (sparkly eyes)
Shen Ci (cold smile): Hah. Woman, you’re playing with fire.
Alright, everyone! The scene you’ve all been waiting for (you know what I mean) is finally coming up! Are you excited or what?!
Wish me luck—see you tonight~ 😏🔥
T/N: I was so frustrated but I’m all good now~ Zhouzhou needs to grow up, ah!