Chapter 1502 - He Is My Son (75)

As Mo Xicheng put on his jacket, Shi Nianyao lowered her head and walked dejectedly towards the door.

The two of them left the house and walked to the parking lot to get Shi Nianyao’s car. Mo Xicheng got into the driver seat and Shi Nianyao got into the front passenger seat.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He started up the car.

Shi Nianyao felt terribly reluctant.

She had waited all day and had finally succeeded at baking that cake. Had that all been just for half an hour with her idol?

She felt completely cheated.

She didn’t want to just leave like that!

She turned, glanced at her idol’s side profile and bit her lip uncontrollably.

Then she randomly said, “On my birthday, my dad and mom would give me presents, and so would my big brother and his wife. How did you spend your birthdays?”

After she said those words, she suddenly felt that her question was quite redundant.

It was his birthday on the solar calendar, but he must have forgotten it, given that he had returned home so late.

Then she tried to make up for how silly that first question had sounded. “I think you spent your last two birthdays with your fans. Actually, it’s not too bad having your fans there to accompany you every year! It’s a blessing.”

Mo Xicheng’s eyes darkened at those words.

He suddenly said, “Actually, that’s not my birthday.”

Shi Nianyao was taken aback by what the man had said. “What?”

He turned towards her and said, “The day that I spend with my fans every year is not my birthday. The month of my birth recorded in our household registration booklet and my identity card is not my actual month of birth.”

Shi Nianyao widened her eyes in astonishment as she asked, “How could that be?”

The man smiled and said, “Why not? At the time, Mo Zhi and I were born just hours apart. The family felt that it was inauspicious, so they changed my birth month to a month later. And you know that all your personal data is based on your identity card, so I never bothered to explain all this to the fans. In any case, it doesn’t matter which day I celebrate it, so I just went with what’s on the papers.”

Shi Nianyao frowned upon hearing those words and said, “How could we do that? So how do you spend your actual birthday every year?”

He replied, “I don’t celebrate my birthday because I don’t have many friends.”

He didn’t celebrate his birthday, not because he didn’t want to, but because no one celebrated it with him.

She recalled that on his birthday last year, the company had organized a small birthday party for him. Shen Liangchuan had also turned up for it.

But all of that was superficial glamor, so what was the use of it?

That day wasn’t Mo Xicheng’s birthday at all.

She bit her lip and lowered her head to make a quick mental calculation. Then she exclaimed in astonishment, “I just realized that if your birthday’s a month later in your identity card, then it seems like it’s really your birthday today. What a coincidence!”

Mo Xicheng laughed when he heard this and agreed, “Uh huh, what a coincidence.”

She stared at the man and, oddly, felt the irony of it all.

Instantly, she felt a heartache that spread throughout her body.

She lowered her head and picked up her cell phone to send a message to the group chat with her parents: [Mom, Dad, I won’t be home tonight.]

Then she lifted her head to look at Mo Xicheng. She said, “Turn the car back.”

The man was taken aback. “Huh?”

She said, “Let’s go home and celebrate your birthday! Didn’t you want a birthday present from me?”