Good Morning, Mister Dragon!

Su Qianxun could not get what Tang Zui had just said out of her mind as she stood in the elevator. She started off feeling like her heart was being sliced with a knife, but now she felt like a million steel pins were piercing her heart over and over again, and it was an agonizing feeling.

She could not imagine how a person who had never celebrated his birthday would feel. It was even harder for her to imagine the fear and despair of a young child who was abandoned by the person he relied on the most, his mother, on his birthday.

At this moment, Su Qianxun no longer want to dwell on the vague nature of her relationship with Long Sijue. All she wanted to do was to make sure that he got to celebrate his birthday with joy. More than anything, she hoped that every single year from now onwards, there would be someone by his side to celebrate his birthday with him. After all, birthdays were supposed to be a memorable and joyful occasion.

As Su Qianxun was about to leave the building, she bumped into Lan Qingcheng. Su Qianxun wanted to ignore her and leave, but Lan Qingcheng did not seem like she wanted to let her off the hook.

“Miss Su, you’re here so early to disturb… I mean, look for Jue.”

Lan Qingcheng walked over to Su Qianxun and stood before her. Because of the unique nature of their relationship, everybody’s eyes were on them.

“Please make way.” Su Qianxun looked at Lan Qingcheng with furrowed eyebrows. She did not feel like faking things and putting on an act of politeness in front of Lan Qingcheng anymore.

“Hehe… It’s Jue’s birthday today, and I ordered a wristwatch for him from a famous watchmaker overseas. The wristwatch is worth twenty million RMB. Miss Su, what do you plan to give him?”

Su Qianxun did not reply.

When Tang Zui went back to the meeting room, Long Sijue threw him a sharp gaze. On normal occasions, Tang Zui would have been so scared that he’d pee himself. However, this time, he was totally unfazed as he took his seat. He placed the thermos on the table.

Long Sijue froze for a moment when he saw that thermos. Tang Zui winked at him, and Long Sijue immediately ordered, “Let’s end the meeting here.”

Since the director had made his intentions clear, his subordinates immediately packed up their stuff and left. Long Sijue and Tang Zui were the only ones left in the meeting room.

Tang Zui opened the lid of the thermos and pushed the thermos towards Long Sijue. He said, “That chick personally sent this over. She asked me to tell you that these are homemade longevity noodles, and she even added an egg inside. She said that longevity noodles are a must-have for birthdays.”

As Long Sijue gazed at the bowl of noodles and the heart-shaped sunny side-up egg on top of it, his Adam’s apple bobbed a few times. He looked at Tang Zui. “You know that I don’t celebrate my birthday, right?”

Back when he was a little kid, Long Aotian beat him up so hard with a whip just because he did not want to celebrate his birthday, and even then, he refused to give in.

“I know this, but that chick had sent these noodles over, so why don’t you go ahead and do whatever you want with them? If you really don’t feel like eating them, you can just throw them away.” After Tang Zui said this, he rose and left.

Long Sijue was the only one left in the vast meeting room. He sat in his chair and stared at the longevity noodles in front of him.

After a while, Tang Zui saw that Long Sijue had picked up a pair of chopsticks and started eating the noodles.

Tang Zui smiled. ‘It seems like this man would no longer suffer so much during his birthday from now onwards.’

…..

At night, Long Sijue made his way back to Jin Garden. As he rested in the car with his eyes closed, only when the car stopped did he realize that Jin Garden was pitch black tonight.

He furrowed his eyebrows. He did not think that this had happened before. ‘What’s going on?’

Long Sijue opened the car door and got out of the car. The mansion was so quiet that he could hear a pin drop. His leather shoes let out loud clanking sounds as he walked on the marble floor. His frown grew deeper.

As he made his way toward the main hall, Su Qianxun walked over with cake which was almost the height of a human being. There were candles on the cake.

Long Sijue stopped in his tracks. As he gazed at that beautiful, elf-like face that was illuminated by the candle light, his eyes darkened a little with desire, and a strange and unfamiliar warmth pulsated through his veins.