When Qin Fan woke up, she found herself lying on Xie Yanli's lap, covered by his suit jacket which carried a faint scent of agarwood.

Xie Yanli was leaning against the back of the seat, looking at his phone.

In the dim light, the man's white shirt was impeccably buttoned, revealing the Adam's apple on his long neck. When quiet, his features were indifferent, making him seem like an unattainable flower on a high peak—cool, aloof, yet alluring.

This face, this figure—impeccable from any angle.

No wonder Sister Jiang had wanted to sign him as an artist the first time she saw him.

“You’re awake.”

The man's tone was low and elegant. In the enclosed space of the car, Qin Fan actually found it somewhat sexy.

She snapped back to her senses and quickly sat up from Xie Yanli's lap.

She got up too fast and her head spun a little. “I fell asleep?”

Seeing Qin Fan's hurried movement, Xie Yanli casually supported her arm.

He then picked up the suit jacket that had fallen on the car seat, opened the door, and after a brief acknowledgment, said, “Now that you’re awake, let’s go home.”

As Qin Fan watched Xie Yanli get out of the car, he stood still for a moment.

Qin Fan eyed his legs and asked tentatively, “Are you okay? How about I rub your legs for you before we go?”

Xie Yanli's gaze fell on her slightly disheveled hair from her sleep, and he only said one thing: “Know when to stop, Mrs. Xie.”

Watching his steady figure as he walked step by step, an old post inexplicably came to Qin Fan's mind—

No matter what his temperament, no man would allow a woman to say he couldn’t perform.

Sure enough, in certain aspects, Xie Yanli was still a normal man...

Qin Fan followed behind Xie Yanli on the way home, thinking that if his legs went numb and he fell, she could help him up.

Suddenly, the phone in her bag vibrated—it was Jiang Rong.

Jiang Rong: “Are you home? Were you bullied?”

They had originally wanted to go in, but unexpectedly, they were stopped by the security guards outside and had to ask Boss Xie for help.

Jiang Rong was glad she had boldly asked President Xie for a business card that morning!

Qin Fan casually grabbed Xie Yanli's sleeve so she wouldn't fall while looking at her phone, and replied to the message with her head down:

“I’m fine, I’m home now.”

Xie Yanli stopped in his tracks.

Qin Fan almost bumped into him and looked up in confusion. “Why did you stop walking?”

Seeing Xie Yanli silently lower his gaze, Qin Fan followed his line of sight to the sleeve she had just grabbed. Qin Fan was speechless. “Are you some kind of pure and untouchable little darling? I can’t even grab your sleeve?”

Xie Yanli thought for a moment, then said lightly, “It’s wrinkled.”

“So what if it’s wrinkled? I’ll buy you a new one!” Qin Fan made a fist and lightly tapped his firm and powerful arm. “Hurry up and go back. I haven't eaten breakfast yet; I'm hungry!”

Just as she was about to turn off her phone screen, Qin Fan's gaze suddenly froze on the date, her dark eyes widening slightly.

July 21st.

Tomorrow seemed to be Xie Yanli's birthday.

Qin Fan recalled that in the two years she had been married to Xie Yanli, he had never celebrated his birthday. Nor would he turn his birthday into a social banquet like other big shots.

Last year, he was on a business trip, and Qin Fan had only sent him a ‘Happy Birthday’ message.

How could the most important day of the year be spent so uneventfully?

Qin Fan took the initiative to ask, “President Xie, are you working overtime tonight?”

Xie Yanli: “Yes.”

“What about tomorrow?”

“Business trip.”

“Not celebrating your birthday?”

“No.”

“Tsk, you're a workaholic!”

After getting home, Qin Fan filled her stomach and quickly went upstairs to catch up on sleep.

Just as she lay down, she heard the sound of a car starting outside.

Qin Fan got out of bed, pulled open the heavy curtains, and clearly saw the Maybach that had been parked at the entrance leaving the villa again.

It seemed Xie Yanli had only brought her home and stayed for lunch.

Kicking the slippers by her feet, Qin Fan returned to bed, but the moment she closed her eyes, the image of the shattered swing and ropes appeared.

All sleepiness vanished instantly.

For some reason, Qin Fan thought of Xie Yanli.

If Xie Yanli hadn't appeared so suddenly, she probably wouldn't have been able to get away unscathed today. Power and influence really were good things. With just one look from Xie Yanli, no matter how unwilling Qin Yuzhi was, she still had to destroy her most precious flower house.

Tsk, she had been too naive. She clearly had a legitimate husband like Xie Yanli she could rely on, yet she had let Qin Yuzhi bully her for so long for nothing.

No!

She couldn't let it go like this.

Qin Fan was lost in thought. Thinking of Xie Yanli's birthday, she suddenly had an idea.

......

In the early hours of the morning.

In the dark and quiet master bedroom, Xie Yanli, who had been asleep for less than an hour, was suddenly pushed awake.

A pleasant female voice sounded in his ear, “Hubby, happy birthday!”

“Get up quickly, I’ve prepared a surprise for you!”

Qin Fan pulled Xie Yanli out of bed right on time.

Xie Yanli rubbed his aching temples. The lights in the room were bright, completely dispelling what little sleepiness remained. He could clearly see the clock pointing to—12:01 AM.

In the huge living room, only the geometric floor lamp next to the coffee table was lit, casting a soft glow.

But it was enough to clearly illuminate the exquisite and beautiful fondant cake placed in the living room.

On top was a Q-version of Xie Yanli in a suit, personally sculpted by Qin Fan. Even the Buddhist prayer beads hanging from his wrist were lifelike. Although they looked nothing alike, one could tell at a glance that the figure was Xie Yanli.

“Surprise! Isn't this unexpected?”

Qin Fan squatted by the coffee table, her head tilted up, her eyes shining as she looked at him. “I made this myself, you know! It took me all afternoon!”

In the dim surroundings, the man's tall figure standing by the stairs had a particularly strong presence.

Xie Yanli's gaze followed from the obviously thoughtful cake to Qin Fan's fair face.

The hand resting on his temple relaxed. As long as Xie Yanli could remember, no one had ever specially prepared a birthday surprise for him. Since childhood, his life had revolved around studying and work, like a precision instrument. All his time was scheduled, and birthdays were not part of his schedule.

Qin Fan's legs were going numb from squatting. Seeing that Xie Yanli wasn't moving, she urged, “Come over and blow out the candles.”

She found a spot, stuck in the brightly colored candles, and muttered, “You’re 27 this year, rounding up that’s 30, so let’s just put in three candles.”

Qin Fan didn't buy the number candles because she felt they lacked a sense of ceremony.

President Xie, who had just been aged three years by rounding, finally walked over slowly and said in his cool, clear voice, “It is indeed quite a surprise.”

Then, right in front of Qin Fan, he removed one of the candles.

Qin Fan, who was about to light the candles, paused. “...”

Fine, fine, this was probably the stubbornness of an old man, trying to protect President Xie's dignity.

Qin Fan pretended nothing had happened. After lighting the candles, she looked at the man opposite her in the faint candlelight, her peach-blossom eyes shimmering. “Alright, the birthday boy can make a wish now.”

Xie Yanli just watched her quietly.

The stare made Qin Fan, who was holding her phone to record a video of him making a wish, freeze.

Forget it—

The Fairy was too naive. It would be strange if Xie Yanli could do something so sentimental.

She handed the phone, which was in video mode, to Xie Yanli. “Since you won't make a wish, I'll make one for you!”

Xie Yanli didn't refuse and compliantly took the phone, waiting to see what other tricks his wife had up her sleeve.

But he saw Qin Fan close her eyes, clasp her hands, and murmur, “I hope I can get the female lead role in Feng Hua. If not the female lead, a supporting role is fine too. In any case, I can't let Qin Yuzhi get it.”

After a thought, Qin Fan felt that wasn't enough and added, “Hmm, and if possible, I hope I can win the Best Actress award next year. A nomination would be fine too.”

Xie Yanli heard her clearly, his thin lips curling into a half-smile—

Was this her way of making a wish for him?

In the dim light, Xie Yanli watched Qin Fan's piously closed eyes, and the image of her from that day at the Qin Family's house, her eyes red as she threw herself into his arms, flashed through his mind.

He listened to her pitifully repeat her wish several times, then secretly peeked at him through her lashes. When their eyes met, she pretended not to have seen him and continued murmuring with her eyes closed, “If my omnipotent husband can help me fulfill my wish, I’ll probably be the happiest fairy in the whole world!”

Xie Yanli couldn't hold it in any longer and chuckled, pressing a hand to his forehead.

Qin Fan repeated her wish three times before taking a deep breath and blowing out the candles.

The moment she opened her eyes, she heard the man's low, pleasant laughter. Qin Fan's eyes widened. “What are you laughing at?”

Xie Yanli nodded and replied, “Laughing at you.”

Then he stood up, lightly tapped Qin Fan's forehead with his well-defined fingers, and said in a low voice, “Go wash up and sleep, happiest fairy in the whole world.”

Although the ‘fairy’ had ulterior motives, her attempts had pleased him.

In the quiet living room, Xie Yanli's voice fell clearly into her ears.