The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife
Chapter 296: Mr. Fu’s Birthday (18 Updates)

Chapter 296: Mr. Fu’s Birthday (18 Updates)

Jonathan finally glanced at him, stepped to the side, and Daniel entered the room. It didn’t take long for him to come out, his eyebrows and eyes brimming with joy, obviously having succeeded in persuading Jonathan.

"Then I’ll be waiting for you in Beijing, Jonathan, here’s to a successful collaboration." Daniel said with a grin.

Jonathan simply nodded, then closed the door in front of the two men.

On the way back, Frank looked at Daniel thoughtfully, "What did you say to Jonathan? How come he suddenly agreed?"

Daniel’s eyes widened in exaggeration, "Suddenly agreed? I put a lot of effort into convincing him, thank you very much."

Frank snorted with laughter, "Keep making it up, Daniel. But if you don’t want to say, that’s fine. Jonathan really is a talent. If you can dig a little deeper, it’s like injecting new blood into the army of art."

"Haha, I knew I wasn’t wrong about you. Frank, you’re still the generous person. Actually, telling you isn’t a big deal. I simply catered to his interests."

Before coming to Xueli City, Jin Enxi had already investigated this Jonathan and found out that he had a younger sister who was sold by their gambling-addicted father when she was very young. After their father died due to gambling debts, he became an orphan. All these years, he had been looking for his sister, but limited by economic conditions, he couldn’t find her. What Daniel promised was to help him find his sister.

"Daniel, it’s a shame you’re not in business," Frank lamented.

Daniel just smiled without a word. As he left, he looked at Frank seriously and said, "Frank, sometimes you have to give up on some people, so they don’t ruin your reputation."

A flicker passed through Frank’s eyes, "Thank you, Daniel."

Having finished his business and watched the drama unfold, Daniel went straight back to his country.

**

Since Fu Hengyi was about to leave, and his birthday was on November 28th when he wouldn’t be home, Shen Qinglan and Old Sir Fu decided to celebrate Fu Hengyi’s birthday in advance after discussing it.

Early in the morning, Shen Qinglan got up without even indulging in a lie-in, which was unexpected to her. When she awoke, Fu Hengyi had just woken up too. "Need to go to the bathroom?" Since becoming pregnant, Shen Qinglan’s bathroom visits had become more frequent, often getting up several times a night. Each time Shen Qinglan woke up, Fu Hengyi would also wake up and wait for her to settle back before he closed his eyes.

Shen Qinglan shook her head, smiling, "You go back to sleep. I can’t fall asleep any longer; I’ll get up now."

Since she was up, Fu Hengyi certainly couldn’t continue to sleep and got up as well, "You sit here and wait for me today, I’ll make breakfast." Shen Qinglan told Fu Hengyi to sit on the living room sofa, smiling as she spoke.

Fu Hengyi arched an eyebrow, "Why all the secrecy?"

"You’ll find out shortly. I’m going to make breakfast in the kitchen now, and you’re not allowed to come in and help or peek."

"Okay." Fu Hengyi agreed, picking up the remote control to watch the morning news.

When Shen Qinglan walked into the kitchen, Aunt Zhao was already waiting for her. Pushing up her sleeves, Shen Qinglan said, "Aunt Zhao, let’s start. What should I do first?"

"Mix the dough first, I’ll teach you. Pour the flour into the basin..." Aunt Zhao spoke gently.

Today, Shen Qinglan planned to make a bowl of longevity noodles for Fu Hengyi. He had made it once for her last birthday, and now it was her turn to make it for him. Following Aunt Zhao’s instructions, Shen Qinglan began mixing the dough.

Fu Hengyi patiently sat on the sofa waiting, and the wait was nearly an hour. Shen Qinglan came out of the kitchen holding a bowl of noodles, calling Fu Hengyi over, "Fu Hengyi, it’s time to eat."

Fu Hengyi stood up and walked to the dining table, looking at the bowl of noodles, "Did you make this?"

Shen Qinglan nodded, "Yes. Since I can’t be with you on your birthday this year, I made this bowl of noodles for you in advance. Next year, our family of three will celebrate your birthday together."

Fu Hengyi’s eyes were full of tender affection as he bowed his head to kiss Shen Qinglan’s forehead, "Thank you, wife. You’ve already given me the best birthday present this year."

Shen Qinglan smiled, "Hurry and eat, the noodles will get soggy and lose their taste."

Fu Hengyi sat down, with Shen Qinglan by his side. In front of her was a bowl of porridge, prepared by Aunt Zhao while she taught Shen Qinglan how to make noodles.

The noodles were indeed as Shen Qinglan said—not the most beautifully made, with uneven thickness—nothing like the consistent noodles Fu Hengyi made.

But in Fu Hengyi’s eyes, these were the most delicious noodles in the world. He picked up his chopsticks and took a taste. Shen Qinglan watched him, her eyes holding a hint of hope, "How is it? It’s not too bad, is it?"

Fu Hengyi shook his head, "No, it’s delicious." Although it didn’t look great, the taste was still okay.

Shen Qinglan let out a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn’t awful, it was fine. This was already the third bowl of noodles she had made; the previous two were either too salty or the noodles were uneven in thickness, with some parts undercooked and some overcooked. And all of this was accomplished under Aunt Zhao’s guidance.

There was even a fried egg on top. Fu Hengyi had finished a bowl cleanly, even drinking up the soup. Seeing Fu Hengyi giving her so much face, Shen Qinglan was delighted, her appetite improved a lot, and after a bowl of porridge, she even ate an egg.

Old Sir Fu came down just as the young couple had finished eating.

Fu Hengyi was about to take Shen Qinglan out, as he had signed her up for a prenatal yoga class two days ago, and today was the first day of class.

"Come back early for lunch; the family is waiting for you to come home to eat," Old Sir Fu said. Today, they were going to celebrate Fu Hengyi’s birthday in advance, so the Shen and Fu families would have lunch together at noon.

The place where Shen Qinglan was going for her class was not too far from the compound; it was only a half-hour walk, but since the weather was cold, Fu Hengyi didn’t want Shen Qinglan to catch a chill, so he drove her there directly.

The class was held in the morning, and not many people were attending. However, when Shen Qinglan and Fu Hengyi entered, they still attracted the attention of everyone present, thanks to their outstanding appearances.

Some people had already recognized Shen Qinglan, and naturally guessed the identity of the man who appeared by her side.

Shen Qinglan sat down in her spot, and after the instructor greeted them, she said to Fu Hengyi, "I’ll ask the prospective father to wait outside."

Fu Hengyi looked around and saw that he was indeed the only man present. All the wary gazes fell on him. He nodded towards Shen Qinglan and went to sit on a bench in the outer area to wait for her.

Due to her frequent exercise, Shen Qinglan was quite flexible, so the yoga poses were not challenging for her at all. By the time the class ended and Fu Hengyi came to pick her up, the other pregnant women were sweating profusely, but Shen Qinglan was refreshingly clean, as if she hadn’t exercised at all.

Shen Qinglan felt helpless about this, considering how seriously she had practiced.

After the yoga class, there was another session for expectant fathers and mothers, held in the neighboring room. Fu Hengyi would also attend this class. Surprised to see a notebook in Fu Hengyi’s hand, Shen Qinglan asked, "When did you prepare this?"

Fu Hengyi smiled, "Last night. I put it in your bag. Haven’t our teachers always said, ’A good memory cannot compare to a faded pen’? We’ll write it down first, and if there’s anything we don’t understand, we’ll ask the teacher."

When they sat down, Shen Qinglan realized there were quite a few people like Fu Hengyi. She felt slightly embarrassed, as she never had the habit of taking notes with pen and paper.

The teacher was lecturing below, and Shen Qinglan sat there attentively listening, while Fu Hengyi was writing something in his notebook. After the class was over, Shen Qinglan picked up his notebook and saw that it was full of densely-packed words, with some parts even highlighted—these were the key points the teacher had mentioned during the lecture about pregnancy precautions.

Fu Hengyi’s handwriting was beautiful and vigorous, bold and unrestrained.

"You must have been a good student before," Shen Qinglan flipped through Fu Hengyi’s notes and said.

Fu Hengyi smiled, "I am also a good husband now, and I will be a good father in the future."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinglan nodded earnestly, "Mhm, you are."

On the way, Fu Hengyi stopped the car and walked into a flower shop. When he came out, he was holding a bouquet of flowers, which he handed to Shen Qinglan, "Thank you, my wife, for celebrating my birthday and going to the trouble of making me longevity noodles."

Shen Qinglan smiled and accepted the fresh flowers, seeing that among them was a rose. She asked Fu Hengyi, "Why did you buy eleven roses?"

Fu Hengyi smiled tenderly, "They represent my everlasting love for you." Well, Mr. Fu did not forget to seize the opportunity to make a love confession to Miss Shen.

Shen Qinglan had a gentle and warm smile in her eyes. She bowed her head and lightly sniffed the faint scent of the flowers. This scene, as viewed from inside a car across the street, instantly chilled that person’s world.

Allen watched through the car window as Shen Qinglan’s face beamed with happiness, his chest felt as if it were on fire, a fire that almost burned away all his rationality.

"Drive," he said coldly. He had rushed back from abroad specifically after hearing the news of Shen Qinglan’s pregnancy. However, as soon as he arrived in Beijing, the intense cold had aggravated his leg pain to the point where he writhed in agony, leaving him no time to seek out Shen Qinglan.

These past few days his leg had improved a bit, so he came out to see Shen Qinglan.

He waited on the street corner near the compound for a long time before he saw Shen Qinglan and Fu Hengyi leave the house. He followed them all the way to the prenatal yoga center, and now, seeing Shen Qinglan holding flowers with a happy expression, he wished he could go up and wipe Fu Hengyi out and replace him.

But now, he could do nothing. He even found it difficult to stand up. He felt like a rat living in a sewer, while Shen Qinglan was the sun hanging high in the sky.