When he got home, Jiang Hao couldn't wait to open the cake. The cake was not big, but the selection of ingredients was rich, and there was a layer of fresh strawberries on top of the fresh cream. It looked really tempting.
Qiao Xinwei sat next to her with a slight frown on her face. She blinked and looked at Jiang Hao busy looking for a place to put a candle. If it were normal, let alone Jiang Hao's affection, just look at this strawberry
For his sake, she must be very happy.
"Stop lighting the candles," she held Jiang Hao's hand to stop, "Look, they are full of strawberries and there is no place to put them in. Let's just eat them like this."
But Jiang Hao persisted. He said: "I bought everything. I got married yesterday and today is my birthday. How rare it is. If you mentioned it earlier, you might be able to get it on the same day."
"No need." She was even more unwilling to get married on her father's memorial day.
Seeing that Qiao Xinwei's face was not happy at all but was getting more and more unhappy, Jiang Hao said in confusion and with a slight seriousness: "Qiao Xinwei, I know you are in my house and my parents don't look at you well.
I feel unhappy, but you also said that we each get what we need, and it is your task to be a dutiful daughter-in-law of the Jiang family. There is no need for you to show off to me when you come back, right?"
He completely misunderstood, but she didn't want to explain.
"I said it's not my birthday because your parents look bad at me, but because..." She paused, but she still didn't want to say it. Everyone has secrets in their hearts, and they haven't reached the point where they have nothing to say.
When she wasn't talking, her heart throbbed with pain when she thought of her father. Even though ten years had passed, she still would not forget her lifeless father lying on the emergency bed in the hospital and his miserable face.
These are the pains that she neither dares to recall nor tell.
Heartbroken, Qiao Xinwei looked at Jiang Hao. Her slightly trembling lips were pursed tightly, indicating that she was about to cry. She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help it.
Jiang Hao became more and more curious, even a little annoyed, "But because of what? Don't say half of it and leave the other half to let people guess, okay?"
At the moment when her tears were hanging down, Qiao Xinwei turned her head away and said with restraint: "Anyway, I don't like lighting candles, let alone celebrating birthdays. You can light them as much as you like. I can't do it anyway!"
After saying that, she walked towards the room. Even if she cried, she didn't want to cry in front of Jiang Hao.
"Hey, stop." Jiang Hao stretched out his hand and grabbed her arm easily, "Why are there so many? Anyway, wasn't it just me who wanted to celebrate your birthday with good intentions? Did this offend you too? You
Tell me clearly!"
A woman's heart, a needle in the sea, was fine before, but why it suddenly became stiff, he didn't understand. But when he saw her slightly shaking shoulders and her choking voice, he felt a little distressed. Inexplicably, he felt sorry for her.
The two were in a stalemate for a while, and Qiao Xinwei's mood calmed down a little. She said lightly: "Didn't you already find out everything about me before we got married? Didn't you even know how my dad died and what day he died?
You don’t even know?”
Jiang Hao was stunned when he was asked. To be honest, he didn't investigate so carefully. He respected his partner's privacy, but he had to investigate because of his relationship with the army. His investigation of Qiao Xinwei's family only went as far as
Until Jing Zhicheng and Xiang Ling reorganize their families.
He only wants his significant other to be clean, everything else is just ** and he is not interested.
However, judging from Qiao Xinwei's reaction and the tone of the question, it seemed that he had indeed missed something.
Qiao Xinwei turned around, picked up a plastic fork and dug out a piece of strawberry cream, and ate it with big mouthfuls. While eating, she cried and said: "Jiang Hao, thank you for your kindness, really, thank you... for this cake."