The high-rise buildings by the roadside increased in number, and An Yin’s anxious heart gradually relaxed. Seeing that the man remained silent, An Yin, after hesitating for a few seconds, looked vaguely towards the front of the car, her gaze wandering, and mumbled, "Where do you want to go?" Without responding to her, Meng Sihan lazily rested one hand on the steering wheel, his cool face continuously exuding an air of solitary bewilderment. "If you don’t answer, I’m going to get out of the car." An Yin sat upright, the words she spoke sounding playfully fierce, lacking in any real intimidation. "It’s my birthday today." The man spoke suddenly. "Birthday?" The man’s answer was unexpected, and An Yin’s mind slightly stalled. She repeated the man’s words and blurted out thoughtlessly, "Meng Sihan, happy birthday!" As he listened to the girl’s hesitant words, a warm sensation coursed through Meng Sihan’s cold heart. "Thank you." His calm gaze surveyed the road conditions. "So can you tell me now where we’re going?" Watching him drive aimlessly like a headless chicken on the road, An Yin couldn’t suppress her curiosity and asked again. "I don’t know either." The man’s eyes deepened as he left behind a solitary sentence. "Huh?" An Yin opened her mouth in surprise, then adjusted her expression upon realizing her overreaction, stealing a glance at him, "What do you mean by that?" The man provided a tangential response, "I’ve never celebrated a birthday." He seemed to be stating a matter-of-factly, his tone composed and nonchalant. At this point, he pulled the car to the roadside, where a street lamp happened to cast its glow on the car window, illuminating the two inside with a charming brilliance. The man’s aloof profile appeared especially elegant at this moment. After hearing the man’s words, An Yin’s sparkling eyes blinked, and the next second, a tide of sourness surged in her heart. So, does he mean he’s never had a birthday celebration from childhood to adulthood? An Yin’s gaze towards him gradually took on a melancholic hue, "Why?" "Perhaps because my father doesn’t care, and my mother doesn’t love," Meng Sihan’s dark eyes glanced at the bustling crowd on the street. He looked up at the towering buildings, every window lit, yet none illuminated for him. The melancholy in his words aroused a strong sense of sympathy within An Yin. She recalled the last time at "Night Charm," when the man tipped her a generous amount for no apparent reason. An Yin’s eyes flickered, and she gazed outside the car window until she quickly spotted a dessert shop. An Yin turned her head eagerly, "Could you open the car door, please?" The little girl’s eyes were round and bright, like plump grapes. "Want to leave?" Meng Sihan exuded an aura of coldness, his lips curving into a bitter smile. Indeed, no one in this world truly cares about him! This time, instead of forcibly keeping her like before, he pressed the switch, and the passenger side door opened slowly. Seeing the man comply so readily, An Yin quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, "Thank you! Wait here for me; I’ll be right back." After speaking, An Yin swiftly hopped out of the car and walked toward the street. Meng Sihan was still savoring the meaning behind her words. Did she mean she would come back? Meng Sihan’s face showed a mocking smile, suspecting this was just an excuse from the young girl, yet he almost took it seriously. Meng Sihan withdrew his gaze, and at the same time, the passenger side door closed. In the cramped space, he took out his phone and scrolled through his pitifully scant contact list. When he saw the name "Meng Heming," his eyes paused, filled with a trace of expectation. After a long while, he sighed deeply, then scrolled to the name "Xu Ming," similarly staring at the phone screen with an unclear gaze. Who knows how long he stared until a "knock, knock, knock" echoed. He furrowed his brows and turned his head, seeing the young girl standing at the passenger side. Her bright face carried a serene smile. At this moment, Meng Sihan’s long-dormant heart pounded fiercely, even forgetting to open the car door. Until the young girl raised her fair finger to knock on the window again. Only then did he react and swiftly opened the car door. When the little girl climbed inside the car, she was holding a heavy item, and Meng Sihan looked up to see a box containing a delicately packaged birthday cake. "Hehe, how does it look?" After settling in, An Yin lifted the cake towards the man, her expression brimming with pride. Looking at the creamy cake covered in strawberries, with colorful candy sprinkles around the box, Meng Sihan’s mouth twitched. However, when he saw the girl’s expectant eyes, he uttered insincerely, "It’s okay!" "I think so, too." An Yin’s eyes were as dazzling as stars, "I have another surprise for you." "What is it?" Meng Sihan looked at her with interest. "I can’t say yet," An Yin teased, "Open the GPS on your phone and follow the route inside." Meng Sihan saw the young girl’s serious demeanor, and his gaze became deep and intense, "Okay." An Yin clumsily opened the navigation app, placing the phone on her lap, and deliberately turned the volume to the maximum. Meng Sihan watched her redundant actions without offering any reminders. He started the car and merged into traffic, following the phone’s guidance. An Yin held the cake with both hands, her serene eyes fixed intently on the colorful cake. This cake cost her over three hundred yuan and was only six inches in diameter. However, it was in the city center, and there were quite a few customers at the cake shop, so it ought to be delicious. While An Yin was engrossed in the cake, the man had already parked by the roadside. "We’re here already?" An Yin quickly looked up to see a forest of soaring skyscrapers. "Get out," Meng Sihan unbuckled his seatbelt and pushed open the car door. An Yin eagerly got out of the car, cake in hand. As they reached the roadside, the car doors were already closed. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩 The city at night was teeming with people, the streets mostly filled with handsome men and beautiful women. To avoid anyone bumping into the cake, An Yin quickly held it in front of her chest. Watching her being so cautious, an unusual emotion flickered in Meng Sihan’s heart. "Where are we going?" Meng Sihan turned slightly, shielding her from some unnecessary collisions. "It’s a secret!" An Yin kept her lips sealed. On the bustling street, the little girl was focused solely on the cake, unaware of how the man protectively half-embraced her as if guarding a chick. Meng Sihan had never experienced strolling alone, especially in such crowded scenes, which he was unaccustomed to. After all, when there were many people, even the air mingled with an irritating odor, which he found displeasing. In the past, he always had someone clear the path in advance for wherever he wanted to go, never having to endure the frustrating ordeal of trailing behind others in a throng.