Rose Manor

When the car drove into Yunding Palace Garden, the rain had not stopped yet, falling on the green plants in the yard, making a rustling sound, a natural white noise.

The car door opened and Shen Jia Nian came down carrying the cake.

Fu Jichen got off the car from the other side, holding the flowers given to him by Shen Jianian.

Passing by the living room, Fu Jichen handed the flowers to Cheng Jin and told her to find a vase to keep them and send them to the bedroom on the third floor. After walking a few steps, Fu Jichen seemed to suddenly remember something. He stopped and turned around to tell Cheng Jin: "Put it downstairs first and bring it up tomorrow morning."

This means don't bother them next time.

I don't know if Aunt Cheng understood what Fu Jichen said. Anyway, Shen Jia Nian did. She didn't have the nerve to look at Aunt Cheng's expression now, so she lowered her eyes and entered the elevator first.

Back in the bedroom, Shen Jianian put the cake on the table, took off his coat, combed his hair that was about to fall apart, and tied it into a low ponytail.

"Give me the lighter." Shen Jianian stretched out a hand towards Fu Jichen.

"In his pants pocket." Fu Jichen untied his tie with both hands and motioned for her to take it herself.

Shen Jianian's hand reached into the pocket of his trousers and only found the mobile phone. He moved to the other side and found a lighter. She opened the box of the cake. Inside was chocolate mousse, which was not very large in size, with strawberries, mango and kiwi fruit piled on top.

She dug out two digital candles from the paper bag and inserted them on the cake. She looked a little excited and was happier than her own birthday.

Fu Jichen was wearing only a shirt. He took off his tie and threw it aside. Two buttons on the collar were loosened and slightly open. His delicate collarbone was half hidden and half exposed. He was watching Shen Jianian's every move with a smile on his face.

Shen Jianian lowered his head and fiddled with the lighter. After trying it several times, it failed to light up. He twisted his neck and asked Fu Jichen for help: "Aren't you out of gas?"

Fu Jichen sighed softly, moved closer to her, surrounded her body from behind, held her hand with one hand, and taught her step by step how to slide the grinding wheel on the lighter.

"Like this, use a little more force, you know?" Fu Jichen's voice was right next to her ear, low and warm, "Slide it slowly and gently like you just did, and you won't get it started a hundred times."

Shen Jianian said "Oh".

As she finished speaking, a cluster of light blue flames shot out from the lighter, which was lit by the fuse of the candle. Shen Jianian waved her hand and the flame went out. She closed the metal lid, threw it on the table, withdrew from Fu Jichen's arms, and turned off the light in the bedroom.

It was raining outside the window, there was no moon or stars, and only the warm candlelight flickered in the house.

"Wait a minute." Shen Jianianzhuo ran around with his slippers and kept busy. He took out a crown made of cardboard from the bag, fastened the connection, held it high, and put it on Fu Jichen's head with both hands. After a moment of synchronization, "This is perfect."

Fu Jichen frowned, with an extremely awkward expression on his face. He raised his hand and touched the crown on his head. Before he could take it off, Shen Jiannian stopped him: "Don't take it off."

"I stopped wearing this stuff when I was six years old." Fu Jichen tilted his head slightly and looked at her, with deep helplessness in his eyes.

Shen Jia Nian suppressed a smile and said, "Just in time, I'll help you return to your true nature."

"Back to Basics?"

"Yeah." Shen Jia Nian still couldn't hold it back, the corners of his mouth raised, and he laughed, "Okay, hurry up and make a wish and blow out the candles, otherwise the candles will burn out."

Fu Jichen looked at the swaying candlelight and her in the candlelight. He was moved and had a headache, and he hesitated to take the next step.

Shen Jia Nian simply stood on tiptoes and covered his eyes with her own hands: "Okay, you can make a wish."

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Fu Jichen thought seriously for a while and silently made a wish in his heart: I hope that he and Shen Jia Nian can grow old together and be together in the next life, the next life, and forever.

"The promise is over." Fu Jichen said, indicating that she could let go.

Shen Jianian took his hand and didn't ask him what he wished for. He only urged him: "Blow out the candles."

Having come this far, there was no reason to hesitate. Fu Jichen lowered his head obediently, blew out the two burning pink candles, quickly took off the crown on his head, and put it on Shen Jia Nian's head in retaliation.

Shen Jia Nian was not afraid of embarrassment and smiled at him with her crown on her head.

No matter how many years pass, Fu Jichen thinks that he will never forget this special birthday.

Like a naive child, he put on a paper crown, was blindfolded and urged to make a wish, and then blew out the candles. The girl who blindfolded him told him: "The ceremony is completed and your wish will come true."

She didn't ask, and he didn't say what his wish was, but she said that his wish would come true, that he would feel satisfied, and that they would be together forever.

The bedroom was dark. Shen Jianian stretched out her hands to fumble to turn on the light. Fu Jichen stopped her movement: "Sit still and I'll turn on the light."

Shen Jia Nian sat back obediently, her fingers touched the lighter that she had just put down on the table, opened the lid, slid the grinding wheel, and wiped out a cluster of flames, illuminating Fu Jichen.

Fu Jichen was facing away from her. Sensing her intention, he slightly hooked his lips, walked to the wall with this light, and pressed the switch. The room was suddenly filled with lights and bright.

Shen Jianian picked up a plastic table knife, cut out a piece of cake, put it on a white porcelain plate, pushed it to the opposite side, and said to Fu Jichen, who was walking over, "I told you in advance not to make it too sweet. You have a taste."

As she said that, she was going to cut a piece for herself. Fu Jichen looked at the piece of cake on the plate. He would definitely not be able to finish it: "It's enough for us to share one piece."

"Huh?" Shen Jia Nian stopped cutting the cake and raised her eyes to look at him.

"This piece is too big."

Shen Jia Nian took a look and saw that it was indeed cut a bit too big, so he packed up the remaining cake, put it in the refrigerator, and ate the same piece of cake as Fu Jichen.

She dug out a spoonful and fed it to him first. Seeing him open his mouth to eat, she stared at his slightly pursed mouth and asked, "Does it taste okay?"

As she said, the cake has very low sweetness, rich chocolate flavor, and a bitter taste, mixed with the taste of cherries and rum. Fu Jichen raised his eyebrows and replied: "It's okay."

Shen Jianian took a spoonful and tasted it for himself. His taste buds were instantly captured, and his eyebrows were raised: "It's not in vain that I picked it for so long. It's really delicious."

Fu Jichen smiled.

The piece of cake gradually disappeared in each bite. Shen Jia Nian scooped up the last bite of cake and fed it to Fu Jichen. He hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth to eat, but in the next second, he took her wrist, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her lips.

The slightly sweet and slightly bitter taste of chocolate filled their mouths, and they couldn't tell each other apart.

Shen Jianian's already tipsy brain was completely dizzy after a kiss. The hands on his shoulders were soft, and slowly, her whole body became a puddle of water, leaning against his chest.

The kissing place moved to the sofa. Fu Jichen's breathing gradually became heavier and heavier, calling her name from time to time, Jianian, wife, and baby, in turn.

Shen Jia Nian didn't know what he asked her to do, so she responded one after another, which sounded like a moan...

Fu Jichen suddenly leaned into her ear and said something. Shen Jiannian's chaotic brain suddenly became clearer. She looked at him with a red face and was stunned for a few seconds before she realized that he had just asked her where the red gauze skirt was.

Sure enough, she knew that what he said to her in the theater, "Keep the clothes, take them back to wear" had a profound meaning.

"...In the bag," Shen Jianian heard herself answer him honestly.

She was so led by him that she actually told him.

Fu Jichen left briefly for a while, and when he came back, he held her square bag in his hand, pulled out the red gauze skirt that she had casually balled up and stuffed it into, and asked her, "Do you want to change into it?"

*

When boarding the plane with the team members, Shen Jianian was still worried about what Aunt Cheng would think after seeing the pile of red rags in the bedroom.

She covered her eyes regretfully, thinking that she should put it in a plastic bag and throw it out secretly...

Shen Jia Nian sighed secretly, put on a blindfold and prepared to sleep. However, she couldn't fall asleep thinking about this matter.

"Jianian, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The speaker was Wen Ran, who was sitting next to her and was also the cellist in the band. Seeing Shen Jianian moving around, she thought she was unwell.

Shen Jianian pulled down the blindfold and smiled at her: "No, I can't sleep, I'm a little irritable."

Wen Ran handed her a wireless earphone: "Want to watch a drama? I downloaded a whole drama. The drama just finished recently. It's very good."

Shen Jianian waved her hand and refused: "No, thank you."

Wen Ran didn't ask her again, put the earphones back into her ears, and continued to watch the show.

Shen Jianian put on his blindfold and thought about it for a while before falling asleep at some point.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Shen Jia Nian hadn't moved anymore, as if he had fallen asleep. Wen Ran looked away from the tablet and looked at Shen Jia Nian's face. She was wearing an eye mask, only the lower half of her face was exposed, her pink lips were slightly pursed, and her chin was small. Exquisite.

The symphony orchestra they were in had a single orchestra, with more than 30 people, including three cellists. She and another boy had been employed for more than four years. Shen Jianian became the concertmaster as soon as she arrived. Everyone in their string instrument section followed her lead. She is obviously not very old either.

The manager must have taken a fancy to Shen Jianian's family background. After all, she is the wife of the president of Junshan, so how could she not give her face?

Even though Wen Ran was dissatisfied, there was nothing she could do about Shen Jia Nian. A little person like her still expected this job to support her family, how could she compare with the pampered Shen Jia Nian.