Chapter 17 - Saying Goodbye (1/2)

Chapter 17: Saying Goodbye

Translator: Léon

Now that Shi Chen had become an adult, he was able to drink alcohol. Qing Bo poured him a glass of red wine, which looked very expensive.

Chen pretended to dislike it, “I like orange juice.”

While Feng Ma was absent, Bo got up to get the orange juice, then poured a full glass of it for Chen , and asked lightly, “Don’t like red wine?”

Chen, of course, liked red wine. He even told Yunsheng Liang that when he became rich, he would buy a bottle of 1982’s Lafite to taste.

Chen said coldly, “Hmm.”

“What a pity!” Bo picked up the glass. “This is much more expensive than Lafite.”

That mouthful of orange juice Chen had just drank almost spurted out.

Bo’s words made Chen absent-minded throughout the meal. From time to time, he would steal a glance at the bottle of red wine, which was said to be more expensive than 1982’s Lafite. Seeing Bo drinking one glass after another, Chen felt strongly tormented. It got even harder for him to keep his real moods from Bo.

“I’ve never seen anyone drink red wine like you. It’s not beer. You have to taste it slowly and shake it before you drink it.”

Bo asked him, “How to shake it?”

Chen reached out his hand, “Give it to me.”

Bo handed the goblet to Chen, who took over, feigned a few times of shake and directly drank the red wine up.

Bo asked with a smile, “Does it taste good?”

Chen frowned slightly, seeming a little unsatisfied, “Not bad.”

“Do you want any more?”

“Yes.”

Bo poured him another glass.

Chen drank up that bottle of expensive red wine in one breath, sat to rest for a while, and then waited for Bo to put down the chopsticks before asking, “Now to cut the cake?”

Bo, “It’s up to you.”

Chen got up to bring the cake box onto the dining table, opened it, and put the candles in place. It was the first time for Chen to celebrate officially his own birthday. He was not sure what to do next after lightening the candles, so he asked in a foolish manner, “Am I supposed to make a wish?”

Bo asked, “Do you have any wish to make?”

Chen scratched his head, “Yes.” He had in fact a lot to make, though he wondered whether it would come true if he made them all.

“Don’t be too greedy. Pick the one you want to come true the most.” Bo tapped his right hand on the table and the light in the house went out subsequently. He said to Chen smilingly across from a circle of candlelight, “Go ahead.”

“Are you a mind reader?” Chen murmured, then closed his eyes and made a wish. Scarcely had he opened his eyes when he heard the tap sound on the table again. At the same time, the lights in the dining hall went fully bright. Chen looked up at the top lamp, and then looked at Bo, “It’s voice-controlled?”

Bo nodded.

Chen raised his hand to tap on the table. But there was no response for the first time. Neither for the second. Chen couldn’t help but look up at the person sitting across from him. Bo laughed, “It can recognize a person’s voice.”

It must be crap. Chen rolled his eyes, bent over to blow out the candles, and pick up the knife to cut the cake. He cut a piece of cake for Bo, then another for himself. He took a bite of his share, and then stared at Bo.

“Why don’t you eat?” Chen asked him deliberately though he knew that Bo did not like to eat sweet things. He was about to leave, so he felt a little sad for there would not be a chance to make a fool of him again.

“Eat.” This time, Bo did not frown as he did the last time when Chen put a White Rabbit Candy into his mouth. Instead, he was quite gentle. He put a small piece of cake into his mouth with a fork, nodded, and then one after another. In the end, he put down the empty paper tray, “Delicious.”

Chen could not believe what he saw, “Is it really so delicious?”

Bo wiped his hands with a hot towel, “Yes.”

“Don’t wipe your hands so fast.” Chen pointed to the big cake only a small piece of which was eaten. “It’s not finished yet.”

Bo paused for a while, put down the towel, and looked at Chen smilingly, “Today is your birthday. I am happy. So, give me another piece.”

Chen cut him another big piece.

Bo seemed to be really happy. He ate all the rest of the cake in the end. Chen watched him beside and felt it was too much sweety for him.

It was getting late, and Bo kept his word. He did not do anything else except saying “Happy Birthday” and then asking, “Do you need me to ask the chauffeur to drive you?”