The next day, March 4th, was Ying Sitong's birthday.

But Xia Yuan didn't say anything.

She waited until 0 a.m. last night, because the time passed by 0 a.m., it was March 4th. After turning it again, it was no longer March 4th.

Ying Sitong’s needs are actually very simple. Even though Xia Yuan did not give her flowers and gifts, it was just a text message that read:

"Happy birthday to you."

Then she can be happy all day.

But, no.

Only a text message sent by Jiang Xiaoling—

"Happy birthday, young lady, I wish you a happy birthday every year, and a happy day every year, and a blessing like the East China Sea and a long life than the South Mountain."

On the contrary, Xia Yuan was lying on the bed and snoring loudly, and then she realized-

Sure enough, no one in this world remembers their birthday.

"Thank you, Sister Ling."

After replying to this news, Ying Sitong got into the quilt and curled up into a kitten and licked her wound alone.

When she got up from the hotel in the morning to brush her teeth, she looked at herself in the mirror, as if she had grown much older, her face turned paler and she looked haggard.

She looked out the window. The white clouds were still there and the sun was shining, but she couldn't be happy.

Ying Sitong thought to herself that what she wanted was very simple, but it was just a sentence Xia Yuan said to her [Happy Birthday].

That's all.

...

Xia Yuan has no scenes today, so he can take a day off.

It was around 9 o'clock in the morning, and he finished washing up and went to the first floor of the hotel with Ying Sitong to have breakfast.

Xia Yuan poured himself a glass of milk, then poured Ying Sitong a glass of freshly squeezed grape juice, then took two eggs and bread and returned to the dining table.

After eating for a while, he found that Ying Sitong was a little depressed and stared at him intently.

Xia Yuan put down his bag and looked at Ying Sitong in confusion.

"Are you…?"

"No, not what you think."

Ying Sitong raised her head proudly, but she was so happy that she was dying.

This idiot finally noticed it. Did he remember that today is my birthday?

"If you want to drink my milk but don't want to drink grape juice, I don't mind."

Xia Yuan said and pushed the milk cup in front of her.

Ying Sitong was so angry that she was half angry.

"No!"

She raised her cup angrily and drank the grape juice silently, feeling that her lungs were about to explode.

You shouldn't have any fantasies about this person.

"Cake..." Xia Yuan said silently.

"Um?"

Ying Sitong immediately raised her head alertly, like a groundhog who discovered food, her big watery eyes shining.

"Do you want to eat cake? I'll get you two pieces."

As he said that, Xia Yuan stood up, walked to the restaurant's buffet stand, and returned with two triangular mousse cakes on a tray.

snort.

Ying Sitong looked at the cake on the plate, her eyes bulging with anger.

If it weren't for someone around, she would have wanted to slap Xia Yuan to death.

Do I want small cakes?

"I don't have a job today," Xia Yuan took a bite of the cake and wiped his mouth with a tissue. "Do you have any place you want to go?"

“Huh?”

Ying Sitong raised her head in surprise.

Could it be that this guy is a little conscientious and has not forgotten his birthday?

"I……"

"Forget it if you don't."

"Puff... cough cough..." Ying Sitong coughed so much that she was so angry that she sprayed the grape juice for a long time.

"Hey, look at you, you have no food at all."

Xia Yuan stood up as he spoke.

Ying Sitong was furious.

It’s okay if you don’t remember someone else’s birthday, but you still have to use words to sarcasm, Xia Yuan, I’ll be with you...

“Um…”

Xia Yuan wiped the corner of her mouth with a tissue and sat back on the chair.

He slammed his mouth, "It turns out that your grape juice is still delicious."

"Well...this..."

"Since you don't want to go, then I'll take you to a place later." Xia Yuan smiled slightly.

The pure and bright smile made Ying Sitong's heart rush into a deer.

Sure enough, he still remembers it.

...

Sure enough, Xia Yuan is a bastard.

Sitting on the reading bench in the National Library, Ying Sitong felt desperate to die.

Who would bring his wife to the library when celebrating her birthday?!

It is obvious that Xia Yuan not only doesn’t remember her birthday, but she is also a completely selfish person, who is devoted to her own comfort and does not care whether others can bear it or not.

She hasn't read a book since nine years of compulsory education.

Coming to the library on your birthday is a life-threatening death.

"This is the new National Library," Xia Yuan brought back a few books and put them on the long table. "It is also one of the landmarks of the imperial capital. It has a very modern appearance design. It is also a library open to all citizens. It has a very rich collection of books and is the library with the most Chinese documents in the world."

Ying Sitong frowned, very unhappy.

"I don't like it at all."

"Aren't you happy to wander in the ocean of knowledge?"

"I..." Ying Sitong stood up and prepared to slap the table with him.

Xia Yuan quickly put a finger on her mouth.

"Shhh...no noise is allowed in the library."

"I……"

Ying Sitong sat down in extreme depression.

Xia Yuan was calm and sat next to her slowly, pushing a few books in front of her.

"I'll tell you," he opened a book and started reading it seriously. "I was also recently communicating with Feng Yuyan and Duan Qian, and I understood a truth.

If a person wants to live a good life, there are only two ways."

Ying Sitong glanced at him with disgust, "What the hell?"

"Either you will be beaten up by society or you will study more."

“…”

Xia Yuan sighed, "I don't want to be beaten by society all the time, so I suggest we read more books."

“Um…”

It seems that Yazi has some truth.

Ying Sitong nodded and silently opened the book he brought.

"Behind a successful man, there must be a virtuous woman"

How to Be a Good Wife
To be continued...