Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

The little girl swayed her legs slowly and sat on the stool, waiting for her cake to finish baking.

She remembered her daddies' birthdays.

Her grandpa told her many times.

Ye Sang cupped her soft face and swayed her legs. Under her fluttering lashes, her bright eyes blinked.

“Sangsang is sleepy….” She watched the cake in the oven and mumbled.

“Miss Sangsang, you should sleep first.” Housekeeper Mu rubbed her head, feeling tender at how much she tried to keep herself awake.

The little thing was very mature when she wanted to be. She shook her head and pulled herself together. “Sangsang isn't sleepy.”

She widened her round cat eyes and stared at the oven without blinking, her obedience melted his heart.

It was already late. The little thing pouted and rubbed her eyes, Housekeeper Mu saw her actions and felt his heart-melting.

She was such a good child.

Why did his master dislike her so much?

Mu Chen yawned and saw that the brat was still waiting there; he supported his head on his hand lazily and asked, “How long are you going to wait for?”

He didn't know why she was so persistent on a cake.

The little thing pursed her lips together and tilted her head to look at him.

“Uncle.” She blinked and asked softly, “Do you want to celebrate your birthday?”

“Should Sangsang sing the birthday song to you?” The little thing looked up, the eyes were clear and filled with innocence.

Mu Chen froze for a second at the sudden plot twist, then he laughed, “Do you know when my birthday is?”

To be honest, he had almost forgotten that there's something called a birthday if the little thing hadn't reminded him.

Ye Sang swayed her short legs and looked at him with clear eyes.

Under Mu Chen's glance, the little thing leaned in and softly said, “Happy birthday.”

“Daddy.”

Her last word was exceptionally crisp.

Mu Chen's pupils shrank and his arms froze at her action.

He subconsciously hugged the little thing tightly in his arms to prevent her from falling.

Ye Sang's milky voice was clear and earnestly, “Happy birthday to you.”

Mu Chen's fingertips froze as he watched the little thing slipped out of his arms like a mudfish.

“The cake's done.” Her cat eyes lit up as she was going to touch the oven.

Mu Chen's breathing almost stopped and pulled her back, lowering his voice, “Don't touch it.”

“I'll get it.”

How could she touch a hot oven?

Does she have common sense?

The reality proved that she didn't.

The little thing watched anxiously as he took out the cake. She blinked and stared at Mu Chen softly with clear eyes.

“Happy birthday.”

Mu Chen paused in his tracks. He listened to her repeated words and then looked at the cake, and he seemed to understand something.

So she wasn't being free-willed and asked for everything she wanted.

The man moved his frozen fingertips. Sourness and bitterness filled his heart after she obediently celebrated his birthday.

“How did you know?” After a while, his voice sounded expectedly gentle.

The little thing looked up and tilted her head to the side, “My grandpa told me.”

Then she remembered it for a long time.

Mu Chen froze for a second and looked down.

For once, he didn't argue back.

The little thing stayed in his arms obediently and pointed at the cake on the table, “I want to eat it.”

Mu Chen: “Are you sure it's edible?”

Although he was touched, he didn't really want to try this suffocating-looking cake.

Ye Sang pondered for a while, “My mommy said that birthday is only for a sense of ceremony.”

“Eat it eat it.” She rubbed her head against his palm and her actions made her look even more like a kitten with her attire.

Mu Chen: “…”

Who taught this brat how to act cute? 

She was nudging him around like a puppy.

Mu Chen pushed away her little head and pinched her cheeks. He narrowed his eyes and after a while, he smiled lightly and mumbled to himself, “No one celebrated my birthday for me before.”

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He had never experienced it when he was with his parents in childhood.

He didn't expect that the first person to celebrate his birthday with him was his sworn enemy's daughter.

Mu Chen looked down and pinched her face.

To be honest, it was a quite nice feeling.

“Wu…” The little thing pouted, “I-I'll celebrate it with you in the future.”

Hurry up and let go!!

How could he pinch a five-year-old baby's face like that!

Mu Chen laughed lightly and put down his hand before the little girl exploded.

She hugged the little thing and rested his chin on her head. A smile flashed across his eyes but he sounded just as distant, “…Who wants you anyway.”

She was so nice to hug.

Mu Chen looked at the sky outside and then glanced at the soft little girl in his arms. His eyes curved with subtle gentleness.

“Want some wine? Hmm?” He poked her face and smiled at the touch.

No wonder they all wanted to pinch it.

Ye Sang frowned from his poking. She swayed her head unhappily and asked confusedly, “… hat's a wine?”

Mu Chen smiled and asked again, “Want to drink some?”

Children were curious about everything fresh.

Ye Sang immediately nodded at his question, “Yes.”

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The man smiled and rubbed her hair. He put her down and brought over two bottles of wine with low alcohol levels.

After he opened the cork, a thick fragrant filled the air. The little thing swayed her head and felt dizzy as she never learned what “wine” was.

She pouted and watched the man pouring a gla.s.s for himself, she called out, “Uncle.”

She wanted some too…

Mu Chen glanced at her and smiled lightly. He shook the gla.s.s a few times and pa.s.sed it to Ye Sang.

“Are you sure you want to drink it?”

Ye Sang nodded with bright eyes. She reached over and licked a little.

Mu Chen saw it and expressionlessly thought,

—— She looks even more like a puppy now. 

Ye Sang licked a few times and pouted. She felt the aftertaste and only felt bitterness in her mouth.

She dizzily smacked her lips and widened her eyes a little, “… Uncle..”

“Your wine, doesn't taste as nice as my chicken nest…”