Runaway Wife: Please, Have Another Baby!
Chapter 111 - 112 Half-numb Arms (5)

Chapter 111: Chapter 112 Half-numb Arms (5)

"Remember, you can’t say it out loud. After making the wish, you must blow out the candles in one breath for it to come true,"

"Okay."

She closed her eyes, unable to see anything, feeling only the heavy weight of the cake in her hands.

The sensation was subtle, and Gan Yuan, who had never believed in such things, unconsciously became earnest as she silently repeated her wish in her heart.

"If there are truly gods in this world, please give all hardships to me and let my child be forever happy."

After making the wish, she took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and blew forcefully at the candles on the cake. All the candles were extinguished.

Behind her, a small arm wrapped around her neck, and she was kissed on both cheeks at the same time.

"Happy Birthday."

One voice was a child’s naïve tone, the other a pleasant male baritone.

Gan Yuan opened her eyes, and the lights on the terrace were already back on. With the help of the light, she could see her reflection clearly in the man’s deep blue eyes that were as vast as an ocean.

Huangfu Jue had approached her side at some point, holding Gan Tang in his arms, without a doubt, he was the one who had just kissed her left cheek.

This guy never missed an opportunity to take advantage of her, feeling indignant, she lifted her left foot and stomped heavily on the toes of his foot.

"Ouch!"

The man exaggeratedly cried out in pain.

"Uncle Huangfu, what’s wrong?"

"Your mommy stepped on me," he complained loudly.

"Mommy," the little one raised an eyebrow, looking unimpressed, "you’re bullying Uncle Huangfu again."

She glared, "It’s not like I did it on purpose."

"Miss Gan, Happy Birthday!"

"Happy Birthday!"

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Will and Xu Anran, among others, also congratulated her one after another. She couldn’t ruin the mood in front of so many people and could only smile in response to everyone.

"Come on, let’s have some cake!"

She carried the cake from the platform; Huangfu Jue also hopped down holding Gan Tang. Will handed her the knife. She raised her hand to cut, but Huangfu Jue had already come to stand behind her, his arms coming from behind to grasp her cake knife-hand in his own.

"Xiaotang, come over, let’s cut together!"

"Okay!"

The little guy ran over and stood in front of Gan Yuan.

With her back pressed against his chest, she was encircled by his arms, even feeling his breath catching in the hair beside her ear. She elbowed him softly in the chest then lifted her arms to hold her son closer to her.

"Let’s cut the cake!"

The three of them started cutting the cake together, and by the third slice, she distinctly felt a slight sting on her earlobe. It was the man’s teeth softly kissing and biting at her earlobe.

Her breath tightening, Gan Yuan felt her arm holding the knife go numb, and the cake knife skewed to one side. Fortunately, the man’s hand was stable enough to straighten the knife in time, and the cut wasn’t off.

Not satisfied with taking advantage, huh!

Gan Yuan turned to glare at him, but the man had an expression of deep solemnity, as if the person who had stealthily been a rogue a moment ago wasn’t him.

Staring at the man’s throat, she only wished she could pounce on him and bite his throat to pieces.

"Don’t just look at me, look at the cake,"

he reminded her softly, his tone intimate and suggestive.

Aware of Xu Anran and others’ peculiar stares across from her, she bit her lip, turned her face away, and gave a smile, continuing to cut the cake.

"Mommy, the cake was also prepared by Uncle Huangfu."

When she put down the knife after finishing the cutting, Gan Tang promptly clarified.

"Is that so? Then I should give Uncle Huangfu a piece first." She held up a slice of cake, turned to him with lowered lashes, her cheeks still flushed from the earlier bite, and spoke in an unusually gentle voice, "Thank you for celebrating my birthday with me. I haven’t had my own birthday cake in a very long time."

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Mini Theater:

Reporter: Mr. Duke, if you had to describe your love with a household item, what would it be?

Huangfu Jue: An alarm clock.

The reporter looked puzzled: Do you mean she wakes you up with her voice every day?

Huangfu Jue shook his head: No, I mean, I enjoy knocking it off every morning.

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Come on, hand over your recommendation tickets. The young master is driving the train to take you on a tour around the worlds without limits.