Looking at the words on the cake, Li Zhiyan was a little dumbfounded.
A foreign blonde throwing him a birthday celebration? Why did this feel like a dream?
Catherine and him were unquestionably enemies.
Sitting in the car, Li Zhiyan placed the cake on his lap.
"Buckle your seatbelt!"
Catherine urged, then handed her high heels to Li Zhiyan.
As the car roared to life, the sound drew the attention of many passersby. Owning a sports car was a lifelong dream for many young people, though for most, it would remain forever out of reach.
"President, to seduce you even went to the trouble of wearing high heels. You’ve really put in the effort."
Li Zhiyan’s words made Catherine internally burn with sha, yet she felt an undeniable helplessness—after all, she was indeed the one who had actively co to seduce him.
Just to end this humiliating agreent as soon as possible.
"Lowly creature, as if you’re even worth seducing!"
"Hold the cake steady!"
Catherine stepped on the accelerator, and the intense force of the car’s acceleration gave Li Zhiyan a fleeting sensation of his soul detaching from his body. The rush of a supercar’s heavy acceleration was indeed sothing else.
Seeing Li Zhiyan’s discomfort at the car’s sudden thrust gave Catherine a sense of satisfaction. As expected, he was just a small-town boy who’d never seen the world.
When they arrived at the restaurant, Catherine asked Li Zhiyan to hand her high heels back to her.
In front of him, she put back on the heels, then the two of them walked into the restaurant together.
Carrying the cake that Catherine had given him.
Li Zhiyan felt a bit like he was in so surreal illusion—this self-righteous blonde was actually helping him celebrate his birthday.
Not until they entered the private dining room did Li Zhiyan finally set the cake down.
Catherine picked up the nu and casually ordered several dishes. Glancing at the prices, Li Zhiyan realized this al would cost over ten thousand yuan.
This foreign woman truly lived a life of extravagance. Could this woman’s assets be worth several billion? Ten billion, even?
Li Zhiyan felt a bit curious, but questions about soone’s wealth didn’t seem appropriate to ask outright.
Once the dishes were ordered, it would still be a long while until the food arrived.
"Li Zhiyan, happy birthday."
Opening the cake, Catherine pulled out a paper birthday hat and, in her high heels, walked over to Li Zhiyan’s side.
She placed the birthday hat on his head, which left Li Zhiyan distinctly uncomfortable.
If this were Aunt Zhao or the Shanghai Three Aunts putting a birthday hat on him, that would make more sense.
But this was Catherine, the blonde constantly scheming against him.
"Today is your 21st birthday, so there’ll need to be 21 candles."
"I’ll sing you a birthday song in a bit."
"A refined white woman singing you a birthday song to wish you happiness—this is the greatest fortune of your life."
Li Zhiyan: "..."
With her elegant fingers, Catherine carefully arranged 21 candles on the cake. Once she was done, she took out a lighter and lit them one by one, a sense of pride welling in her heart. Look at this pathetic man.
She was being so enthusiastic, throwing such a well-thought-out birthday for him. If he still didn’t honor their agreent after this effort, wouldn’t he feel ashad?
As the saying went in the East: imnse kindness was hard to decline.
After lighting all 21 candles, Catherine walked to the door and locked it from the inside.
The sound of the lock clicking caused a wave of heat to rise in Li Zhiyan’s chest, filling him with restless energy.
Looking at Catherine’s blonde hair, blue eyes, her pale, exquisite face, and that stunningly voluptuous figure that defied all logic,
Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but recall the way Catherine had seduced him in the internet café, the boldness of her kiss—an image burned into his mory forever.
"Li Zhiyan."
"Hurry and blow out the candles."
"Afterward, I’ll eat the cake with you."
"I’ve thought of a really fun way to enjoy the cake."
"But before that, you need to close your eyes and make a wish. Let sing you a birthday song first."
Saying this, Catherine clapped her hands and started to sing. To Li Zhiyan’s surprise, her singing was quite pleasant to the ears.
Indeed, foreign songs always sounded the most authentic when sung by foreigners.
Li Zhiyan closed his eyes, and all he could picture was the "clenched fist" of Leopard Head from a Stephen Chow movie.
"I want it all!"
That was the wish he officially made.
When he opened his eyes, Catherine had leaned closer, her curiosity evident.
"Li Zhiyan, what wish did you make?"
Catherine asked inquisitively.
"I can’t tell you just yet."
"But, thank you, Catherine."
Regardless of Catherine’s intentions or the fact that she was his enemy, she had genuinely put in so effort to celebrate his birthday.
So today, he decided he would help Catherine fulfill her agreent.
"Who needs your thanks?"
Still, deep down, Catherine felt a sense of unexpected joy—why did being thanked by this guy make her so happy?
"Alright then, let’s cut the cake."
Picking up the plastic knife, Catherine sliced a piece of the cake. When Li Zhiyan reached out to take it, she stopped him.
"Li Zhiyan, it’s your birthday. How could you eat the cake yourself? Let feed you."
With that, Catherine used a fork to scoop up a small bit of cream and sared it onto her fingertip.
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