After the Early-Deceased White Moonlight of a Wealthy Family Returns (GL) - Chapter 11

As the two walked back, they saw the car parked under the streetlamp from a distance. The window was rolled down halfway, and Shen You’an was leaning against it, her fluffy little head resting there. Seeing their figures, a flash of trust and reliance sparkled in her clear pupils.

Meng Xi was filled with emotion: “Being young is so nice. Was I this cute when I was little?”

Su Wu: “The fact that I didn’t kill you in high school was my final act of tenderness.”

Meng Xi: “…?”

Just as she was speechless and choking on her indignation, she saw Su Wu, walking beside her, quicken her pace slightly. Su Wu reached Shen You’an before she did and handed over the two boxes of yogurt in her hand.

“Sister Meng Xi’s treat,” Su Wu said.

Shen You’an took them and hurried to thank Meng Xi.

Meng Xi: “Haha, don’t mention it, don’t mention it.”

It wasn’t that she begrudged the twenty-odd yuan; it was purely that she had a bone to pick with Su Wu. If Su Wu had said earlier it was for You’an, would she have spent half the time in the convenience store pulling back and forth with this person in front of the clerk?

You really can’t stay around Su Wu for too long; it’ll shave years off your life.

Meng Xi secretly pinched her philtrum, glanced at the surroundings, and said to Su Wu: “Why don’t you guys just head home? No need to drop me off, I’ll call a taxi myself.”

Meng Xi’s home wasn’t far from Su Wu’s residence here—a twenty-minute drive, which is a very short distance in Chens City.

Before Su Wu could speak, Shen You’an said: “It’s so late, it’s not safe for Sister Meng Xi to go alone.”

Meng Xi was touched: “Little sister You’an, sob.”

Su Wu: “She’s not leaving. She’s coming upstairs with us.”

Meng Xi: “…?”

Wait a minute.

How was she being “arranged” again?

Meng Xi muttered to herself, wondering what kind of scheme Su Wu was plotting this time.

When she followed them upstairs, opened the apartment door, heard the bang of a party popper, and saw colorful streamers falling from the ceiling, Meng Xi was stunned.

Shen You’an was also dazed.

Tang Lin walked out from the room, holding a disposable party popper tube.

Meng Xi’s eyes almost fell out: “Lin-zai, what are you doing here?”

Tang Lin shook the tube in her hand: “Senior, I think the situation is quite self-explanatory.”

Meng Xi walked inside and looked around.

Su Wu’s originally “Syrian-style” minimalist apartment had gained a lot of decorations overnight: colored balloons, plush dolls, and several English letters twisted out of pipe cleaners, all highlighting the purpose of this setup.

“Whose birthday is it?” Meng Xi was bewildered. “Old Su’s isn’t today, and neither is yours, Lin-zai.”

Tang Lin felt that her senior was a bit of a dummy sometimes.

Su Wu invited the frozen Shen You’an inside and said to her: “Shen You’an, today is your birthday.”

Shen You’an hadn’t expected it at all; her eyes went round as she pointed to herself in disbelief.

Meng Xi realized: “Oh, right! Aunt Shen is celebrating Zhirou’s birthday based on You’an’s birthday, so today is also You’an’s birthday. Ahhh! Su Wu, you had her come over early to prepare? Why did no one tell me about this!!”

“You’an, You’an, happy birthday!” Meng Xi quickly made up for it. “Did we order a cake? Technically this should be a coming-of-age ceremony. No, no, I have to get my sister a birthday present later.”

Tang Lin was very composed: “CEO Su ordered the cake a long time ago—chestnut cream. As for the gift, I imagine You’an won’t mind if you provide it later.”

Shen You’an waved her hands hurriedly: “No need for gifts.”

“This is already wonderful!”

She had forgotten when her own birthday was and hadn’t been keeping track of time, but she never expected that someone would still remember it for her.

Su Wu picked up a small tiara—not the paper kind. The jewels on the tiara were moist and shiny, clearly quite valuable. It was tiny and mini, but looked exceptionally beautiful as an accessory in one’s hair.

“Happy birthday. Welcome to eighteen.”

Shen You’an saw the little tiara, her eyes widening slightly: “Sister Su, this is—”

“An old collection piece. I’m giving it to you; you don’t mind, do you?”

Shen You’an shook her head repeatedly.

She remembered this little tiara.

In the past, Shen Huaijin often teased her, saying her sister was like a little dragon who loved all kinds of shiny little things. This tiara was a work by a rising designer that was very popular among girls at the time. Shen You’an had even planned to buy one when she went traveling abroad after her sketching trip.

Who would have thought this tiara would appear in her palm in such a way?

“I’ll help you put it on,” Su Wu said.

Shen You’an nodded, took two steps closer to Su Wu, and slightly lowered her head and waist.

Su Wu tidied her long hair and gently clipped the small tiara onto the top of Shen You’an’s head.

Tang Lin took photos with her phone. At the moment she pressed the shutter, she had the fleeting feeling that the scene looked like a queen crowning her princess.

The chestnut cream cake was brought out by Meng Xi, who shouted as she walked: “This is way too big! How can four people finish this! Is this eight inches or ten inches?!”

“Light the candles! Make a wish! Don’t forget the birthday song!” Meng Xi was incredibly enthusiastic.

Tang Lin and Su Wu helped out, while Shen You’an was ordered to sit in the chair and not move around.

“Today you are the little birthday star,” Meng Xi laughed heartily. “There’s no logic in making the birthday star work. Just let your sisters help you.”

A match broke the darkness, lighting the firework-like candles. The numbers “18” burned, sparking like baby’s breath flowers.

Shen You’an folded her hands and glanced around.

Meng Xi was passionate, Tang Lin was gentle, and Su Wu was calm as ever.

She closed her eyes and made a wish in her heart.

Three seconds, ten seconds… she finally leaned in and blew out the flames on the candles with a strong breath.

Meng Xi was dying of curiosity: “Xiao An, Xiao An, what did you wish for?”

Shen You’an shook her head: “Sister Meng Xi, you can’t say it out loud.”

Meng Xi sighed: “Why not? What if another god hears it? Maybe they’ll help you fulfill the wish.” After saying this, she gave Su Wu a meaningful look.

Su Wu pretended not to notice and began slicing the cake for everyone.

She ate the least herself, only a tiny piece. When it came to Shen You’an, she served a full bowl.

That wasn’t all; as soon as Shen You’an finished the first piece, Su Wu added more.

Meng Xi was stunned: “What are you doing, Old Su? It’s the middle of the night; the kid will get a stomachache if she eats too much. Don’t—”

Before she could finish, she saw Shen You’an quickly finish what was in her hand and hand the plate back: “Sister Su, can I have a little more?”

Meng Xi: “…”

Damn.

Now she knew why the cake Su Wu ordered was so huge.

Tang Lin: “She’s young, she’s growing.”

Meng Xi: “I didn’t even say anything yet.”

Tang Lin: “Senior, your eyes revealed everything.”

After finishing the cake, Meng Xi called for a game of cards. Su Wu initially didn’t participate, sitting by the side watching them play. When Shen You’an was slaughtered by Meng Xi until not a single piece of armor remained, losing several rounds in a row with her face covered in white paper strips (punishment), Su Wu suddenly shifted her position, sat closer, glanced at Meng Xi, and said: “Shuffle. Again.”