You Are Deep in The Stars

In the apartment on Xinghai Road, Bai Xi was working overtime in the study, while Liu Chunchun was standing by the bedroom window, looking at the swimming pool in the community alone. In the past few days, he had deliberately kept himself very busy so that his brain wouldn’t have time to think about other things. This method had been very effective at the beginning, but after all, people weren’t high-speed spinning tops, and they always had time to spare. For example, right now, he was having uncontrollable thoughts and feeling a bit confused.

Since that day, Wang Yuanchen had never appeared again, and hadn’t contacted him via phone or text message. It was as if he had completely disappeared from the world. Of course, he knew that Bai Xi and Han Zhuo were running from both ends, but he didn’t want to take the initiative to ask—after all, it was a considerable psychological shadow for him, even if nothing substantial had happened in the end. It hadn’t hurt the body, but just recalling the mood at that time was enough to give him a headache for a long time.

And just when he was frowning, Mr. Han knocked on the door at the right time and asked, “Were you baking bread in the kitchen?”

“Well, it should be fine soon,” Liu Chunchun came back to his senses and spoke. “Brother Bai wants to eat strawberry jam rolls.”

“Sounds good, I want to eat it too,” Han Zhuo added. “The poor old man downstairs also wants to eat it. Today is his birthday.”

“Really?” Liu Chunchun was a little surprised.

Han Zhuo nodded. He wasn’t worried that the other party would figure out who it was from his birthday, after all, today was still several months away from the date of birth on the fake ID card.

“Then I’ll bake a honey cake,” Liu Chunchun said. “It’s okay, I’m idle anyway.” He put on his apron and quickly got busy in the kitchen.

After Bai Xi heard about this incident, he pulled Mr. Han and complained softly, “We don’t know what Chunchun was thinking now. It’s okay to just deliver meals, but now we tricked him into making a special cake. Isn’t it bad?”

“I didn’t originally want a cake. I just wanted to share some bread. Chunchun requested it himself,” Mr. Han held his shoulders with both hands and said solemnly. “And today was really Yuanchen’s birthday. That abandoned man’s parents wrote this day on the box. Although he never celebrated it and didn’t take it seriously, being forced to face Shi Tian on his birthday would have made anyone else feel emotional, so we just have to do it. Let him have some cake, okay?”

“Why are you saying it so miserably?” Bai Xi sighed. “Then should we give him a gift?”

“Your gift is worthless to him,” Han Zhuo pinched his nose. “You can only give it to me.”

The oven just made a “ding” sound. Bai Xi slapped Mr. Han’s hand away and went to the kitchen to find the bread. As a result, when he entered the door, he saw Liu Chunchun concentrating on decorating flowers. Although the cake was small, he had still squeezed a pink birthday peach and the words “May Your Longevity Just Like Southern Mountains” on it.

Bai Xi: “…”

“As long as the meaning is good, right?” Liu Chunchun also had no confidence in this cake and defended weakly.

Bai Xi patted him on the shoulder. “I’ll send it for you later, otherwise I think you would most likely be beaten if someone received such a cake on a great day.”

The animal butter didn’t have much hardness, and after just five minutes, it started to slump slightly. Even Liu Chunchun couldn’t bear to look at it now, so he took out a new scarf from the cabinet and said to Bai Xi, “Let’s give it to him together.”

“Okay.” Mr. Xiao Bai quickly put it in his arms. It looked very fluffy and soft, and it would definitely warm the heart of the harsh winter.

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Wang Yuanchen didn’t return home until eight o’clock in the evening. He hadn’t eaten any food at that luxurious dinner, and Shi Tian hadn’t forced him. After it was over, he took him around the experimental area again and pointed out the places he had visited in his childhood.

“Here, you killed the first dying experimental subject, do you remember? At that time, your hand had been pressed on his heart.” Shi Tian clicked his tongue. “Even my father often praised this, saying that you were quick to let the poor man be completely free from pain, and he must have been filled with gratitude before he died.”

Wang Yuanchen put his hands in his pockets with an indifferent expression, as if he hadn’t listened to him at all. But in places that couldn’t be seen—such as his hands tightly clenched into fists, the cold sweat on his back, and his heart that was almost convulsing—it all made his nerves hurt sharply.

But he didn’t leave, because he still remembered the plan with Han Zhuo to find the research data storage location in the underground warehouse in the shortest possible time—that wasn’t something that a few computers could solve; there had to be many specimens and organisms.

“Are you feeling uncomfortable?” Shi Tian stopped halfway.

“I’m about to vomit,” Wang Yuanchen replied, looking at the organs soaked in formalin in front of him.

“It seems that you had indeed lacked proper training over the years. I already told you that the bar wasn’t a good place.” Shi Tian carefully observed his pale face and sighed. “Okay, that’s it for today. I’ll have someone take you back.”