Caught in a chaotic situation, she is doted on by six villainous sons.

Chapter 119 Happy Birthday, Xiao Cheng

The largest layer on the third floor is a Q-version family portrait, depicting Jiang Liwu and his six brothers together twenty years ago. Every stroke is full of charm and lifelike, down to the curve of every strand of hair and every subtle expression.

The cake also had birthday wishes written on it.

A strong soreness welled up in his nose and eyes, and tears welled up in his eyes. Si Mocheng's eyes reddened instantly. He turned his head to the side, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, pinched the wet corners of his eyes with two fingers, and when he looked back, he still couldn't suppress his emotions, especially since Jiang Liwu was still singing a blessing song.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you~" Jiang Liwu approached step by step, singing the birthday song as she finished, "Happy birthday to you~"

"Happy birthday, Xiao Cheng. Make a wish."

The person in front of him had a gentle and sincere gaze. When Si Mocheng spoke, his voice was hoarse and trembling, "You, you didn't forget my birthday?" He pursed his lips, but a hint of grievance still showed.

"Silly Xiao Cheng, how could I forget your birthday? Even if it's been twenty years, fifty years, eighty years, or even when I'm old and senile, I still won't forget."

"So you're angry today because you think I forgot your birthday?"

Meeting Jiang Liwu's teasing gaze, Si Mocheng's ears flushed an awkward red. This time, he wasn't so stubborn and lowered his head to admit, "Mmm..."

Jiang Liwu freed one hand and couldn't help but pat his head. Oh dear, her children were all so cute and adorable.

The gentle, doting gaze calmed down, and Jiang Liwu's lips moved slightly. "Xiao Cheng, I'm sorry."

The apology made Si Mocheng's pupils shrink. He looked up and met Jiang Liwu's apologetic eyes. In an instant, his defenses crumbled, and tears welled up in his eyes, filled with unspeakable grievances, longing, and bitterness.

He knelt down, bracing himself on his knees, and braced his arms around Jiang Liwu's legs. Then he rested his head on her stomach and called out in a hoarse voice, "Stepmother."

"Don't say sorry, I don't want to hear sorry, a happy birthday is enough."

"I'm the one who should apologize. You kept your word, never have, and you're not a liar. You risked your life and left me because of my safety..."

"Otherwise, how could something have happened to someone as capable as you? It's all my fault, it's all because of me. I'm a burden to you..."

Jiang Liwu knelt down and reached out to wipe away his tears. "You're not a burden, you're my family."

Upon hearing the word "family," Si Mocheng was utterly disarmed and broke down in tears. He held Jiang Liwu's hand to his face, overjoyed at having regained it.

Seeing that he was crying more and more miserably, becoming more and more out of control and completely like a child, Jiang Liwu immediately said, "If you don't make a wish now, the wishing candle will burn out."

Upon hearing this, Si Mocheng managed to restrain himself somewhat. He closed his eyes and made a wish, and two large tears slid down his cheeks as he closed his eyes. His eyes were red, his cheeks were red, his nose was red, and his lips were much redder than usual. Especially with his glasses on, his refined and alluring appearance gave him a fragile, husbandly air that made him seem pitiful.

Actually, his wish is no secret.

He wanted Jiang Liwu to live a long and healthy life, and he wanted his family to be together forever. Although he disliked Fu Siyue, Wei Xifeng, Yan Wenyu, Yu Zaiyan, and Cui Yunye because they would all take away his stepmother's love, he still wished them all a long and healthy life.

Upon opening his eyes, Si Mocheng blew out the candle.

It was when he finished doing this that he saw Fu Siyue, Wei Xifeng, and Yan Wenyu all there. One by one, they handed him gifts and said happy birthday to him in a low and sour tone.

Because his stepmother was back, she was the first to celebrate his birthday. Thinking of this, Si Mocheng instantly felt relieved, and his aggrieved and upset feelings vanished. When he looked at the others, a smug smile appeared on his lips.

He raised the gift in his hand and said, "Thanks."

Jiang Liwu: "It's not a good place to cut the cake. Let's go to the dining table."

The restaurant is located upstairs, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows offering excellent views of the nightscape.

One after another, colorful lights lit up Lingshui Bay.

In addition to the cake, there were plenty of fruit ingredients on the table, as well as a multi-compartment hot pot with a variety of flavors to cater to everyone.

The bubbling sound of boiling water filled the air, and the rising steam mixed together a variety of rich aromas, warm and comforting, making one's stomach rumble.

Fu Siyue opened the wine and juice. Si Mocheng knew the wine wasn't for Jiang Liwu, but he still nervously said, "Stepmother, you can just drink the juice, you can't drink the wine."

Fu Siyue opened the bottle with a stylish and efficient motion, glanced at him, and said, "You can't drink either."

Jiang Liwu nodded in agreement, "That's right, your stomach problem isn't fully cured yet, so you need to quit drinking. You can just have some juice with me."

Si Mocheng felt a warm glow in his heart. "Yes, I'll listen to my stepmother."

Wei Xifeng kept adding ingredients to the spicy pot because Jiang Liwu had a strong craving for spicy food.

Seeing that she was putting all the ingredients into the spicy broth at once, Jiang Liwu quickly stopped her, "That's enough, that's too much, it's about to overflow. You should put other ingredients into the broth too. Xiaocheng should eat the warm and comforting soup, not the super spicy broth. You'll get a sore throat from eating this, and you might break out in pimples. You should eat something light too."

Seeing that Jiang Liwu hadn't ignored him, Wei Xifeng was also happy.

As Yan Wenyu cut fruit, he stuffed washed grapes into his mouth. "These fruits and vegetables were all bought by my stepmother herself."

Si Mocheng was deeply moved, but then he realized that these people had gone grocery shopping and strolled around with Jiang Liwu behind his back, sticking to Jiang Liwu all day, while he had worked a miserable and exhausting day at work. That was just too much.

Si Mocheng's face darkened slightly, but remembering that it was his birthday and he should be happy, he forced a smile.

The task of cutting the cake was assigned to him, the birthday boy. To be honest, Si Mocheng really couldn't bear to cut it; the designs were so beautiful that he couldn't bear to ruin them.

Fortunately, he could start by cutting from the third largest layer. He cut out Fu Siyue, Wei Xifeng, and Yan Wenyu first.

As I kept cutting, I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Si Mocheng carefully cut out the patterns for the first and second layers, took photos with his phone, and updated his profile picture to a cake image.

I kept the first piece for myself and gave the second piece to Jiang Liwu.

Si Mocheng couldn't wait to taste the cake. It was sweet but not cloying, with a silky and refreshing fruit filling that tasted wonderful.

Si Mocheng discovered that he actually loved eating cake.

The ingredients cooked very quickly from the boiling water, and Wei Xifeng immediately picked up his chopsticks and placed the meat roll into Jiang Liwu's bowl.

Jiang Liwu was already drooling; the aroma of meat mixed with the spiciness of pepper created an irresistible scent.

"Thank you, Xiaofeng."