The Cold-hearted CEO's Unwanted Bride
Chapter 453: It’s His Birthday

Chapter 453: Chapter 453: It’s His Birthday

He paused for a moment and attempted to open it.

Entered Yinyin’s birthday.

The system showed that the password was incorrect.

Bo Yunshen’s eyes gradually deepened.

He glanced at the time when the folder was created, starting from three years ago.

At that time, they had been married for over a month, and Bo Yunshen licked his lips.

Oh, yes.

At that time, Qin Yan should have loved him deeply. After all, she went to great lengths to marry him, so perhaps the folder’s password is his birthday.

Bo Yunshen hesitated as he moved the mouse.

What’s inside?

Something related to him? The process of them knowing and loving each other eleven years ago?

Perhaps, she lived like a widow for three years as Mrs. Bo. How did Qin Yan support herself? Maybe it’s only these emotional things left.

His eyes flashed as he hesitated for a moment, then entered his own birthday.

Four digits entered, the folder still wouldn’t open.

Bo Yunshen paused and looked at the screen incredulously.

He took a deep breath, with only one chance left. Bo Yunshen lit a cigarette.

The more he couldn’t open it, the more curious he became about what was inside the folder.

He pressed his lips together, suddenly recalling the time after the Luo Shen Bay celebration banquet when he retrieved Qin Yan from the Night Club.

She held his phone, familiarly unlocking it.

Bo Yunshen lowered his head; his phone’s unlock password is 0508.

Neither his birthday nor Lin Man’s birthday, but a string of numbers Bo Yunshen had used for a long time. He paused, hesitating repeatedly, then entered it on the computer screen.

The folder popped open.

Bo Yunshen was stunned.

His heart was pounding, three years ago, except for their wedding day, there was indeed little interaction between Bo Yunshen and Qin Yan. Even Qin Yan, utterly powerless, had no means of investigating his strength.

Bo Yunshen took a deep breath and glanced at the large screen; it was a video.

To be precise, it was footage of Yinyin.

The first clip should be filmed by Qin Yan in the hospital. Qin Yinyin looked so small because she was premature, appearing poorly affected; she sucked her finger, sleeping with eyes closed.

At three months, she looked no bigger than other children at two months, crying in a faint voice, seemingly like a muffled thud heavily striking Bo Yunshen’s chest.

At over eight months, Qin Yinyin was babbling, speaking gibberish, with words that were incomprehensible.

Ten months old, Qin Yinyin learned to walk. She wore a small dress, stumblingly chasing the camera, and fell with a ’thump’ on the ground, wailing aloud.

The screen blacked out, likely because Qin Yan dropped the camera to help Yinyin, the video filled with Qin Yan’s gentle voice:

"Alright, alright, it didn’t hurt, Yinyin don’t cry! You’ve grown up, Mama can’t carry you, you must learn to walk well, okay?"

"Yinyin be good, don’t cry..."

At twelve months, Qin Yinyin could call out ’Mama’ and ’Papa’.

At seventeen months, Qin Yinyin ate on her own. A long pause followed; Bo Yunshen couldn’t even recall when she learned this, her food was everywhere, her white dress stained with tomato sauce and salad dressing.

The camera shook continuously; Qin Yan was unsure whether she was crying or laughing.

Qin Yinyin held up her little spoon, gesturing towards the camera: "Mama, eat too."

Still smeared with her saliva, Qin Yan seemed unconcerned, leaned to taste it.

"Yinyin, eat slowly... you’re so dirty baby, if you keep this up, which boy would like you when you grow up?" Qin Yan said helplessly.

Her tone carried discernible regret and disappointment.

Qin Yan was upset, wasn’t Qin Yinyin suppose to resemble her?

Yes, Yinyin didn’t resemble her Mama; her features mirrored him completely.

Not like Qin Yan, whose looks attracted attention.

No one liking his daughter would be best, should some wild boy covet his treasure, he’d dare to bash him?

Looking like Qin Yan, is that good? No sense of security at all; he wouldn’t be able to work properly, needing to watch over Yinyin!

Bo Yunshen hesitated in his gaze, continuing to look.

The camera turned towards a birthday cake; Qin Yinyin was turning two, in winter,

She wore a monster-themed onesie, rubbing her eyes groggily, coming out of the nursery.

Qin Yan also appeared in the frame, carrying a pile of gift boxes, placing them on the living room table.

"Yinyin, happy birthday, you’ve grown a year older."

She pressed her lips, looking towards the door: "Mama, will Papa come today?"

Qin Yan’s movements paused, her smile became strained: "Papa has work, needs to wait till you fall asleep at night before coming back."

Looking at Qin Yinyin’s expression, seemingly about to cry, Qin Yan, as if in remedy, pushed the pile of gifts before her: "Alright, let’s open them first."

Qin Yan lowered her head, tearing open one box, taking out a Barbie doll, handing it to Qin Yinyin, softly saying: "Look, Aunt Xiangxiang bought for Yinyin, do you like it?"

"I like it."

A bracelet, platinum, adorned with a jade pendant, appearing expensive, on camera, Qin Yan paled, Qin Yinyin curiously asked her: "Mama, who gave us this?"

"So pretty."

Qin Yan kept it, softly said: "Yinyin can wear it when she grows up; it’s from Grandpa."

"Thank you, Grandpa."

In Bo Yunshen’s heart seemed pierced by a knife. A year ago, Qin Yinyin’s birthday, Bo Yuanshan knew and even sent a gift?

Qin Yan proceeded to open, luxurious toys and accessories abound; eventually, she took out a pink and white dress, hesitated slightly, handing it to Qin Yinyin’s side: "Yinyin, this is... from Papa..."

Qin Yinyin’s eyes brightened, pushing aside the heap of gifts, taking it over: "Mama, Mama, I want to wear Papa’s dress."

"The weather’s too cold, don’t change now; wait till tomorrow when going to school, Mama finds matching clothes, wear it then, okay?"

"..."

"Mama, can I wear it for Papa to see?"

Qin Yan nodded, her eyes slightly reddened.

And Bo Yunshen, had no recollection of giving Qin Yinyin any gift, let alone seeing her wear a dress for him.

His vision blurred suddenly, countless subtle pains emerged in Bo Yunshen’s heart, "Yinyin, I’m sorry..."

Afraid to continue watching, he closed the folder, sitting in the study for a while, though about to fly abroad soon, inexplicably, this night dragged on endlessly.

A layer of sourness rose inside his chest.