CHAPTER 470: CHAPTER 350 DON’T TOUCH WHAT’S MINE_2

The woman called "Sister Hua" looked like she was just under thirty, but being mocked by Zhuang Yichen left her face twisted in anger. She wanted to scold back on the spot, but due to pride and upbringing, she couldn’t get the words out. In the end, she could only glare hatefully at the backs of the newlyweds as they left.

Zhuang Yichen, like a peacock winning at a display contest, proudly raised her head and walked on tiptoes toward the long table by the pool, chattering nonstop:

"Husband~ I used my dad’s connections this time to invite the master chef who cooks national banquets in the capital city. He flew over specially to prepare this dinner, so you must try it later~"

Saying this, she turned her head and found that although the person next to her wore a polite smile, it was clear the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

"Are you... angry?"

The "peacock feathers" behind Zhuang Yichen drooped, and after thinking for a moment, she made a compromise for herself: "I know, you don’t like those friends of mine, so I asked Xiao Jun to invite your friends too. They’re on their way and should be here soon."

After speaking, she turned back around and looked at Yu Shujun, who had been following not too far behind, "Xiao Jun, oh?"

Yu Shujun chuckled, "Yes."

As Zhuang Yichen led Wen Nan to the main seat of the long table, Meimei led Ru Huan, Wenwen, Xiao Fei, and Xu Zhenzhen in through the back door.

Seeing the four young and beautiful women, Zhuang Yichen’s eyes dimmed, and a chill emanated from her, but she quickly gathered her hostility, instead adopting a hostess stance, smiling to greet them,

"Welcome, ladies, for coming specially to attend my husband’s birthday banquet."

She deliberately pronounced the words "my husband" slowly and heavily, like a lark declaring territorial rights.

When agreeing to attend the birthday party, these four had already known Zhuang Yichen’s identity, so they calmly responded, smiled and thanked the hostess, then headed directly to the main seat.

Wen Nan stood up to greet them.

Xiao Fei hurried ahead, holding a huge paper bag with both hands, presenting it to Wen Nan, "Brother Ye, happy birthday!"

Wen Nan took the paper bag, opened it, and found it was a new season high-end line shirt from a certain brand, quite valuable.

Wen Nan thanked her and added, "This is really too much."

Xiao Fei waved her hand, "No, I saw this shirt in the store and immediately knew it would look much more handsome on you than on the poster."

As Wen Nan was about to thank again, Wenwen stepped forward eagerly to give her own gift, "Xiao Tian... nine, happy birthday!"

Wen Nan opened another huge gift box, finding a stylish men’s messenger bag, even more expensive than the shirt just now.

Ru Huan followed with a small square box, "Brother Nine, happy birthday."

Inside the little box was a globally limited edition designer watch, with an order price even surpassing the down payment for a condo in a second-tier city.

Xu Zhenzhen shyly stepped forward. She wasn’t one to spend extravagantly like the first three women, but she was sure her gift didn’t fall short, "Little Jiujiu, happy birthday."

With a light laugh, she handed over a modest paper bag.

Inside it was an imperial green signet, a family heirloom, her father said to be for her future son-in-law.

Wen Nan held the paper bag, feeling as if his hands were about to collapse under the pressure of gifts more expensive than each other.

And just then, Zhuang Yichen stepped forward slowly, with a queen’s pride and composure, took out a key from her pocket and casually slid it into Wen Nan’s palm, "Happy birthday, husband!"

Wen Nan opened his palm to find the key to a Maybach Exelero.

Is this... some kind of grandiose exhibition of wealth?

Have I become a part of your wealth flaunting?

Wen Nan shook his head, thinking if this wasn’t a game instance, he probably wouldn’t be able to withstand the money bombs from the Sickly rich ladies one after another.

And just as Wen Nan was lost in his golden anxieties, Yu Shujun, standing in the corner, lowered her eyes, and quietly stowed a paper box back into her equipment standby slot.

Not far away, a familiar female voice called out: "Sisters, step aside please!"

Wen Nan followed the voice to see Qiqi dressed in a simple maid outfit borrowed temporarily from Meimei, pushing a cart with a towering cake tower higher than her head beside the dining table.

Zhuang Yichen pulled Wen Nan over, and everyone gathered around the cake tower and began singing the happy birthday song.

When the song ended, the women clapped their hands and started urging the protagonist to blow out the candles and make a wish.

Yu Shujun stood alone in the shadows, watching the man surrounded by the lively crowd, his face beaming with joy, appearing so happy.

Yu Shujun also slightly curved her lips—in truth, just seeing him happy made her feel so content.

Wen Nan took a breath, blew out the candles, closed his eyes, and loudly made his wish:

"I hope, on this birthday night, to watch the stars with the one I care about most."

The moment his words ended, the women began to chat—

"Oh my, how can you say your birthday wish out loud?"

"If you say it, it won’t come true."

"So silly, Brother Ye."

"But who is the one you care about most? Tell us, and we’ll help realize your wish?"

"Yeah, Little Jiujiu, who is it?"

"Okay, okay, they say if you talk about it, it won’t come true, so stop asking, hurry and eat, the food’s going to get cold."

Amidst everyone’s joyous laughter, Yu Shujun turned on her own, returning to her guest room, leaned against the windowsill, looked up at the pitch-black night, and smiled.

She lowered her gaze again, looking at the man, surrounded by a group of girls and eating with enthusiasm at the long table in the backyard, and muttered to herself:

"Fool, there are no stars tonight at all."

"Who said there aren’t?"

A familiar voice sounded behind her.

Yu Shujun’s smile froze, she suddenly turned around, confused, looking at the man who had suddenly appeared in her room, "Why... are you here?"

Saying so, she somewhat dumbly turned back to look at the side of the pool, confirming that another Wen Nan was indeed sitting beside that long table.

Wen Nan walked to her side, sat with her on the windowsill, nodding his chin down at the scene below, "That’s a doppelgänger."

Yu Shujun’s brows furrowed slightly, "What are you doing leaving the main event of your birthday party for here?"

"Celebrating my birthday, of course."

Wen Nan unabashedly stretched out his hand, palm up, to Yu Shujun, "Where’s my gift?"

Yu Shujun lowered her eyes, pretending not to understand, "I... don’t know what you’re talking about."

Wen Nan snorted, "Stop hiding it. I’ve been waiting for you all night, when are you planning to give it to me?"

Yu Shujun kept a cold face, "There isn’t any."

"Really not?" Wen Nan frowned, "If you don’t have it, I’m really going to be mad."

Yu Shujun’s hand at her side unconsciously clenched into a fist, "It’s not a real birthday, why should I prepare a gift?"

"So you won’t give me one?" Wen Nan nodded, rolled up his sleeves, leaned closer, "Alright."

Yu Shujun unconsciously backed away, stopped when her back hit the window ledge, "What are you doing?"

"I’ll just take it myself." Wen Nan said unceremoniously, reaching for Yu Shujun’s waist.

Yu Shujun trembled slightly in fright, "You... let go, I’ll give it to you!"

Only then did Wen Nan back away, returning to his seat on the windowsill, his face showing a pondering look like a playful puppy, full of anticipation watching her.

Yu Shujun raised her hand, reached into her equipment standby slot, and held out a square paper box, handing it to Wen Nan.

Wen Nan lowered his head, seeing clearly what was in the box, his eyes widened in astonishment.

Seeing his expression, Yu Shujun nervously tightened her fingers, "If you don’t like it, you can throw it away."

Wen Nan immediately extended both hands and snatched the paper box, "What are you talking about, my stuff, who allowed you to just throw it away."

Protecting it like food, Wen Nan cradled the box in his arms, carefully opening it.