Birthday (1)
Mu Mingtang was furious at Xie Xuanchenâs teasing and was about to say something, but her words were cut off by Xie Xuanchenâs next words, âOkay⦠letâs discuss your birthday now.â
Xie Xuanchen looked at his wife eagerly. âDo you want to celebrate it at home or go outside? Wherever you want to go, Iâll have people book the venue.â
Despite asking Mu Mingtang for her suggestion on how to spend her birthday, Xie Xuanchen only received a stern gaze from his wife. My Mingtang was still upset, so Xie Xuanchen quickly put on a helpless and naïve appearance and even coughed tirelessly to gain her sympathy and lessen her anger.
After seeing Xie Xuanchenâs feigned pitiful appearance, Mu Mingtang couldnât help but laugh angrily while saying, âSit down properly, stop pretending to be sick.â
âI donât know whatâs wrong, but my head suddenly started to hurt and I feel like my body has lost its strength, making me dizzy.â Xie Xuanchen finally understood why concubines in the harem would pretend to be sick at the drop of the hat and felt that this excuse was very useful. Xie Xuanchen slowly leaned on Mu Mingtang and said, âIâm sick, and you still wanted to murder your husband.â
Initially, Mu Mingtang wanted to push him away, but Xie Xuanchen was clinging like a plaster, refusing to let go, so she couldnât shake him off. Mu Mingtang grounded her teeth silently. She was originally worried that Xie Xuanchen was really sick, but looking at this behaviour, how could his health not be right? Utterly shameless!
Mu Mingtang snorted lightly and did not buy Xie Xuanchenâs nonsense. âStop pretending to be sick. Letâs go and eat something.â
âNo, I canât get up because of my headache.â Xie Xuanchenâs forehead rested on Mu Mingtangâs shoulder, and when he spoke, his voice came out as muffled, âMingtang, you quickly tell me how you want to spend your birthday and help me divert my attention from my headache. Otherwise, I wonât be able to get up.â
As Mu Mingtang knew that Xie Xuanchen was acting, she didnât want to pay much attention to him, but she didnât push Xie Xuanchen off from her anymore. âNo need to do that, thereâs no need to get attention from the public for my birthday,â Mu Mingtang gave a silent sigh as she replied.
Xie Xuanchen looked up and blurted out. âHow can that be possible?â
Mu Mingtang looked at him indifferently. âDonât you have a headache?â
Xie Xuanchen said conservatively: âItâs not completely healed. Anyway, whatâs wrong with you? Why donât you want to host your birthday and invite everyone?â
âNothing much.â Mu Mingtang said, âAlthough the birthday is considered a special day, I donât want to spend it with those people and listen to their fake flattery and blessings. They may not be sincere.â
Xie Xuanchen could relate to Mu Mingtangâs feelings and asked, âThen we wonât call others. Letâs just celebrate that day ourselves. What do you want for your birthday?â
Mu Mingtang thought for a while and realised that she lacked nothing now, so she couldnât think of what she wanted.
âThereâs nothing special⦠But if I must say something that I desire, then there is only one thing. I would like to continue brewing birthday wine. My parents helped me bury wine since I was a child, and it later became a routine for our family. Previously, it got interrupted for two years because of the sudden war, but now that it is peaceful once again, I think I can pick up the routine for my parents and continue brewing birthday wine. â
After Mu Mingtang finished speaking her mind, she sighed with some regret, âItâs a pity that we donât have begonias plants here. Even if I were to succeed in brewing the wine this year, I wouldnât be able to bury it under the begonia plant.â