On Guan Mo's birthday, he said he wanted to celebrate with friends a day in advance.

The actual day is reserved for the two of us to have our own world.

He is a man who understands romance.

I didn't find his proposal inappropriate, and there was even a hint of joy in my heart.

He takes our relationship seriously.

Drinking is inevitable at parties, so I didn't let him drive.

After dropping him off at the gathering location, he reluctantly kissed me on the cheek and said, "Huancuan, I'll go up first. If I come back late, don't wait for me, just go to sleep."

I nodded and watched him get out of the car.

Actually, until that moment just now, I still had some expectations in my heart.

I was hoping he would ask, "Huancuan, do you want to come up with me?"

But he didn't, he wouldn't ask like that.

Including the two years of our marriage, besides knowing that he has a close friend named Cheng Ming, I know nothing about his social circle.

After Guan Mo left, I sat in the car for two minutes before starting it again.

When I got home, as usual, I opened the trunk to check if there was anything to take.

I immediately saw the cake placed right in the center.

It was powder blue and didn't look like a birthday cake for a man.

But when I took a closer look, it seemed to have hand-squeezed cream on it.

Crookedly written were seven words: "Happy birthday, Guan Mo."

The tone seemed like the work of a girl.

Was it a cake sent by his colleague?

Guan Mo got out of the car in a hurry, probably forgetting to take it.

I dialed his phone, but it rang a few times with no answer.

They were probably celebrating.

But a birthday shouldn't be without a cake.

So I got back in the car and drove to their gathering location.

When I was carrying the cake upstairs, I felt a bit nervous.

To be honest, I hardly knew any of Guan Mo's friends.

In my mind, I was making a mental note of how to greet everyone.

When I reached the entrance, I could already hear the lively atmosphere inside.

I took a deep breath and walked in.

The sound of the door opening caught everyone's attention.

I nodded and gestured, "Hello, everyone."

No one spoke.

The scene felt somewhat awkward.

Guan Mo walked over, his tone indiscernible, "Why did you come?"

I handed him the cake, "You forgot to take your cake."

When he took the cake, he subconsciously glanced at the only girl present.

I followed his gaze and looked over.

The girl was wearing a floral dress, cute yet sexy.

She smiled at me faintly.

But I didn't feel a friendly greeting.

For a while, everyone in the room fell silent, perhaps genuinely not recognizing me.

After all, I had only met Guan Mo's friends once at our wedding, and I must have looked quite different from then, wearing bridal makeup.

It was Cheng Ming who reacted first and shouted, "Sister-in-law is here!"

Then the atmosphere reignited, and everyone warmly invited me to sit down.

But Guan Mo stood there, motionless.

"Huancuan, let's celebrate together tomorrow..."

Does that count as explicitly chasing me away?

Actually, I didn't want to disturb his gathering with friends in the first place because he said it was a group of men, and he was afraid it wouldn't be convenient for me.

I thought he was considering me.

But now...

I looked at the only girl present.

It seemed that I wasn't an exception; she was.

So, who is she?