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Lin Feng worked non-stop at Shuntong Logistics for five days, cleaning up the mess he left behind, before remembering that Shen Qianqian's birthday was fast approaching.

August 12th, Saturday, which is the day after tomorrow.

I leaned back in my office chair and checked my phone's calendar. The shower equipment for the foot massage area on the second floor of the billiard hall was installed yesterday. Kui Zi was on-site supervising. Apparently, the waterproofing in two private rooms wasn't done properly and they'll have to be redone.

He Qianwen arranged for him to meet with Tianlong Group next week to discuss the specific details of their logistics cooperation. Yang Ru sent him several messages asking when he would be going to class, but he hadn't had a chance to reply yet.

But Shen Qianqian's birthday cannot be missed.

Lin Feng put his phone on the table and picked up the landline to make a reservation at the newly opened French restaurant in Hehai City.

This restaurant became incredibly popular throughout Hohai University shortly after it opened. It's said that the head chef was brought in from Shanghai, and reservations need to be made several days in advance.

Lin Feng hadn't planned to cram at the last minute; he had already made reservations in advance. He was just checking the menu and private room setup again today.

"Hello Mr. Lin, your reservation for a private room for two at 7 pm on Saturday has been made. The types of flowers and the style of the cake have also been prepared according to your requirements, so please rest assured." The receptionist on the other end of the phone spoke in a sweet and professional voice.

Lin Feng hung up the phone, then took out a small box from the drawer and opened it. Inside was a platinum necklace with a tiny kitten as the pendant. The kitten's eyes were two small diamonds that sparkled under the light.

Shen Qianqian loves cats. Last time, on the cat street in Gulangyu, she squatted on the ground and played with them for more than half an hour and refused to leave.

He asked He Qianwen to help him find this necklace. It was from a niche designer brand in Shanghai. The price wasn't outrageous, but the workmanship was exquisite.

When He Qianwen handed him the necklace, she had a half-smile on her face and said, "You seem quite attentive to your girlfriend."

I closed the box and put it back in the drawer, thinking to myself, Sister He, what haven't I taken your concerns to heart?

On Saturday evening, Lin Feng changed into the light blue patterned shirt that Shen Qianqian had bought for him, put the necklace in his pocket, and took a taxi to Shen Qianqian's house to pick her up.

When Shen Qianqian walked out of the community gate, Lin Feng leaned against the taxi and watched her, speechless for several seconds.

She wore a misty blue dress today, the hem of which reached her calves. The fabric was very light, and when the evening breeze blew, the hem of the dress rippled gently like water.

The neckline was a small V-neck, and on the fair skin below her collarbone, a pair of silver kitten earrings shimmered under the streetlights.

Her hair wasn't tied up; it was loose over her shoulders with slightly curled ends. She wore very light makeup, with a layer of clear lip gloss on her lips, making her look like she had stepped out of a painting.

"What are you looking at?" Shen Qianqian walked up to him, tilted her head up, and her baby-faced eyes curved into crescents.

"You look especially good today." Lin Feng opened the car door and let her get in first.

Shen Qianqian sat in the back seat, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

Lin Feng got into the car from the other side, and her hand naturally reached out, her fingers threading through his, palm to palm. The taxi driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror, smiled, and said nothing.

The French restaurant is located on the second floor of an old villa in the center of Hohai City. The villa is a building from the Republican era, with ivy climbing all over the blue brick walls, and two copper wall lamps at the entrance make the porch feel warm.

The waiter, dressed in a white shirt and black vest, led them up the stairs with a slight bow and a slow, steady pace.

The private room wasn't large, but it was exquisitely decorated. A snow-white tablecloth covered the round table, with a bunch of pink hydrangeas and several silver candlesticks in the center.

The candlelight flickered, casting soft shadows on the walls. The floor-to-ceiling windows faced the night view of the old town of Hehai City, with the lights of ferries on the river moving slowly in the darkness.

Shen Qianqian stood at the doorway, looked around, and then turned to look at Lin Feng. "When did you order it?"

"A week ago." Lin Feng pulled out a chair for her.

"You've been thinking about how to celebrate my birthday for a week now?" Shen Qianqian sat down, propped her chin up with one hand, and looked at him, her eyes brimming with undisguised joy.

"Of course." Lin Feng sat down opposite her and handed her the menu. "Order whatever you like."

Shen Qianqian flipped through the menu and ordered several French dishes with long names.

She wasn't very familiar with French cuisine, but Raymond Lam noticed that she ordered very naturally, without any feigned expertise or nervousness due to her unfamiliarity with the food.

She simply pointed to the name on the menu and said, "This looks delicious," then looked up and asked the waiter what was in the dish. This composure gave her a very clean and refined aura.

Appetizers and main courses were served one after another. Pan-seared foie gras with fig sauce, lobster bisque, beef stew in red wine, and roasted lamb chops with herbs.

Shen Qianqian tasted each dish very carefully. When she found something delicious, she would squint her eyes, and when she didn't like something, she would wrinkle her nose and push the plate aside so that Lin Feng could eat it for her. Lin Feng accepted all the plates she pushed over, but barely touched his own.

Halfway through her meal, Shen Qianqian put down her knife and fork and wiped her mouth with a new napkin. "You know, after my dad passed away, I celebrated my birthday every year with just my mom. She would always buy a huge cake, but the two of us could never finish it; the leftovers would last a week. Later, my mom got busier and busier with work, and sometimes she couldn't come back in time, so she would send me a red envelope in advance so I could buy my own cake. I would go to the dessert shop by myself, pick out the smallest piece, eat it there, and then go home." She spoke calmly, as if talking about someone else. "So today, I'm very happy."

Lin Feng reached across the table and took her hand in his. Her fingers were cool, but they quickly warmed in his palm.

"I will spend every birthday with you from now on."

Shen Qianqian looked at him, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back.

Then she stood up, walked around the table, sat down in the chair next to Lin Feng, and rested her head on his shoulder.

By the time the main course was served, it was completely dark outside. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night view of Hehai City unfolded, with the lights of ships on the river moving slowly in the darkness, and the cables of the bridge spanning the river in the distance outlined in graceful arcs by the lights.

Shen Qianqian took several photos of the scenery outside the window with her phone, then turned the camera around and took a selfie with the two of them.