Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online

Chapter 1281 - 1284: The Black Card 7 Sent by the Mysterious Person

"Really can’t reveal any information about the client? My employer can’t quite feel at ease using this valuable gift from a stranger. Or could you give the client a call and convey my thoughts?" Bai Wuqing patiently explained to the bank staff.

The bank staff thought for a moment: "Alright, I’ll contact the client and get back to you shortly."

"Thank you."

Bai Wuqing hung up the phone. Seeing Hua Hua’s inquisitive look, he raised an eyebrow: "Couldn’t find out anything, let’s see if they call back."

Hua Hua was even more puzzled, looking at the card in his hand, obviously loving it yet holding it like it was a hot potato.

Nan Baihao put an arm around his shoulder: "A windfall, just ignore it and eat cake."

Chenxing had already lit all the candles proactively, "Yeah, yeah, let’s sing the birthday song, and then Hua Hua can make a wish."

She walked to Gu Shaocheng’s side, wanting to lead the singing, but a little guy was even more eager. Little Jiajia put down the remote-control plane and raced over, raising his little hand: "I’ll sing, Uncle, I’ll sing the birthday song for you."

The little guy grabbed the microphone and started singing, instantly livening up the whole room. Everyone gathered around and clapped along while singing in unison: "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!"

Hua Hua had to temporarily abandon his speculations about his love interest, closed his eyes, and made a wish. Just as he was about to blow out the candles, Little Jiajia beat him to it, puffing his cheeks and blowing them all out. By the time Hua Hua went to blow, only the last candle was left. Little Jiajia clapped his hands and held up a plastic knife to cut the cake: "I’ll cut it, I’ll cut it, I love eating cake the most!"

Gu Shaocheng pushed his wheelchair over to Bai Wuqing’s side and called him: "Wuqing."

Bai Wuqing was still thinking about Hua Hua’s situation, and when he heard the call, he looked at Gu Shaocheng, but his mind was elsewhere, his gaze a bit unfocused.

Gu Shaocheng stared into his eyes and spoke to him: "Forgive me."

There were many people around, a group cheering and guiding Jiajia on how to cut the cake, and he spoke with a good attitude, not too quietly.

Bai Wuqing came out of his reflective mode, with no smile on his face but clarity in his eyes. However, his words were serious: "You always act autocratically, seldom considering others’ feelings, I’m long used to it."

Gu Shaocheng could only say: "I’m very sorry."

Bai Wuqing placed his hand on the wheelchair armrest: "There’s nothing to be sorry about, you simply don’t understand how the worry of losing your news tormented me into sleepless nights, perhaps you think you’re not that important to me."

Gu Shaocheng found himself at a loss for words.

Bai Wuqing, however, changed his tone: "If there’s a next time, I can’t guarantee I’d forgive you again."

"Wuqing." Gu Shaocheng’s eyes instantly brightened.

Bai Wuqing also felt he’d lingered too long, and he’d known exactly how tired Shaocheng had been handling everything alone these days. In fact, he’d wanted to come back to help a week ago but felt irritable. He had long planned to use this night as an opportunity to make amends. Handing over the cake his son gave him, he said: "As punishment, eat this whole cake, or everything I’ve said means nothing, I know you don’t like sweets."