"Madam, you are precious. Just order a birthday cake. There is no need for you to do it yourself." The servant stood beside me and said.
Shen Manman arched her eyebrows and smiled, "Today is Ze Qian's third birthday. I want to personally prepare a birthday cake as a gift for him."
The servant sighed, "Sir, he is really lucky to marry you."
Shen Manman thought to herself, wouldn't it be her blessing to be able to marry him?
Two hours passed in a flash, and it was now six o'clock in the evening. If there was no entertainment, Mo Shaocheng would have been home by now.
Normally there is no guarantee that he will come back for dinner, but today is Zeqian's birthday. In previous years, no matter how busy he was, he would put aside the things at hand to celebrate his child's birthday.
But why haven't you come back today?
Could something happen?
Really unable to wait any longer, Shen Manman anxiously picked up her phone and found Mo Shaocheng's number.
Just as she was about to call out, the door opened.
Looking in the direction of the door, Shen Manman stood up and ran over, with a bit of surprise in her eyes, "Shaocheng, you are back, I was just about to call you."
Taking the suit he took off out of habit, Mo Shaocheng looked at her meaningfully for a few seconds, as if he had something to say, but thought about it and then forgot about it.
"It's Zeqian's birthday, I will definitely come back." Mo Shaocheng loosened his tie, put on his slippers and walked inside.
At this time, the servant brought Mo Zeqian out, and the little guy threw himself into his arms, "Dad, the baby misses you so much. Let's go have a meal. Mom has prepared a surprise for me."
Mo Shaocheng, who has always been taciturn, only shows a little tenderness when facing his son, "Okay, let's go to dinner together."
Shen Manman looked at the big and small children in front of her with a gentle smile on her lips. She liked this atmosphere.
It's very warm and feels like home.
On the dining table, a table full of exquisite and delicious dishes prepared by Shen Manman herself.
Finally, the servant took out the cake she had prepared in advance and placed it in the middle. Shen Manman said happily, "Shaocheng, this is me..."
But before he finished speaking, Mo Shaocheng's expression changed, "Manman, how did you prepare the cake?"
Shen Manman paused, and the hand that was about to reach out to take the candle stopped in mid-air, "...it's me, what's wrong?"
"Ze Qian is still young and can't eat cake. Aren't you preparing the cake just to make him greedy?" Then Mo Shaocheng frowned and said, "Throw away the cake."
Throw away?
She studied hard for a week, failed again and again, tasted again and again, and ate cake until she vomited, but in exchange for him saying "throw it away"?
Shen Manman's hands were alternately clenched together under the table, and her palms were sweating.
Seeing the tense atmosphere, the servant hurriedly explained, "Sir, my wife has consulted a doctor beforehand. The doctor said that children aged three can eat a small amount of animal cream cake. As long as it is not excessive, there will usually be no problem. Moreover, my wife has learned I followed the tutorial every day for a week, and this cake was made by my wife herself.”
Mo Shaocheng remained indifferent and his tone was low, "It's better to spend more time with Zeqian. There is no point in doing these useless things. Throw them away. Don't let me say it a third time."
The child didn't understand this and was only upset that the cake was gone. "Dad, why did you throw away my cake?"
Mo Shaocheng rubbed his furry little head and coaxed him, "Zeqian, daddy tells you that you are still young and eating cakes is not good for your health."
"But Dad, I had already eaten it before you came back. Mom made me a separate cupcake. It was very delicious."
Suddenly, Shen Manman felt a sharp gaze coming towards her, like a sharp sword.
Now the servant naturally did not dare to delay. He looked at Shen Manman and took the cake away from the table.
The next second, the unwillingness in Shen Manman's heart drove her to snatch the cake from the servant's hand, and her pink cheeks turned pale, "This is my thing, and I have the right to dispose of it."
Afterwards, she left the dining room with the cake and went straight to the bedroom.
After a while, Mo Shaocheng didn't wait for her to come back. With his cold expression, a thin layer of frost could be seen floating on his cheeks.
The servant kindly reminded, "Sir, why don't I go ask the wife to come down for dinner?"
"No, she doesn't care for her own body, so who should she care for? Don't worry about her." Mo Shaocheng stopped waiting for her and moved his chopsticks silently.
After dinner, the servant put the children to sleep.
Mo Shaocheng looked in the direction of the bedroom, thinking about what the servant had just said to him, and thought about it for a while before walking towards the bedroom.
The door was pushed open, and all his eyes were focused on Shen Manman, who was sitting on the ground, swallowing the cake one bite at a time.
A few strands of hair hung down, and her delicate facial features were looming, but Mo Shaocheng could still see the tears in her eyes, looking aggrieved and unconvinced.
Mo Shaocheng moved forward. Shen Manman saw his straight trousers in her eyes and tried hard to hold back her tears.
"Are you wronged? Did I scold you or hit you?" he asked casually.
Yes, he neither scolded her nor beat her. But he abandoned her feelings like worn-out shoes and trampled on them severely, so it would be better to beat and scold her.
Shen Manman didn't seem to hear, and ate even more, almost in a rough way. Because she ate too much, too fast, Shen Manman kept retching...
Suddenly, Mo Shaocheng grabbed her wrist and pulled it up, raised his hand to snatch her cake away, and looked at her displeased, "That's enough, don't eat it. You are angry over a cake, Shen Manman, you are a three-year-old kid." Child?"
Shen Manman was a little embarrassed, with cake stains on the corners of her mouth. She choked for a few seconds and said seriously, "Shaocheng, this is not a cake problem."
Mo Shaocheng let go of her hand, his attitude became even more indifferent, he only glanced at her from the corner of his eye and walked straight to the bed.
He sat down, his cold appearance exuding an unapproachable temperament, "Then you can tell me, what's the problem?"
Shen Manman felt extremely uncomfortable, as if she was holding her heart in her hands with joy, and was crushed hard by him again.
He didn't know because he never cared about her feelings.
If it were that woman tonight, he would definitely not handle it in this way.
Shen Manman grabbed the hem of his clothes, then took a deep breath, "Forget it, it's nothing."
She was like a deflated rubber ball. It seemed that no matter how good she was to him in the past three years, how much she had done for her children, how much she had sacrificed for this family, he could not see her.
She has been performing a one-man show all this time.
But can you blame him? From the beginning, their marriage was about each taking what he wanted.
Mo Shaocheng didn't want to continue this topic. He felt tired of it. "Actually, you didn't give birth to Zeqian. It's not easy for you to treat him like this."
