Chapter 70: Sharing Cake Together

Wen Yichen smiled softly, as if at that moment, all the beauty in the world had fallen upon him.

In his hand was her favorite tiramisu. The cake was small, but right then, Jiang Muwen could smell its delicate sweetness in the air.

She lifted her gaze to Wen Yichen, seeming not yet fully recovered from her surprise. Her eyes slowly drifted to the cake, then to the empty paper bag by Wen Yichen’s side—it turned out the bag had been holding the cake.

“Hurry and make a wish—” Wen Yichen’s voice once again sounded by Jiang Muwen’s ear.

At his words, Jiang Muwen slowly closed her eyes. After a moment’s thought, she began to make a wish as she always did: “First—”

“If you say it out loud, it won’t come true.” Before she could finish, Wen Yichen gently stopped her.

His voice was soft, like a spirit carefully guarding her wishes.

If all wishes could come true, she hoped everyone could be happy, and… she herself could always stay by Wen Yichen’s side, spending every day with him from now on.

Once her wish was made, Jiang Muwen slowly opened her eyes, and the world before her grew brighter.

“Whoo—” She gently blew at the little candle flame, and in the next second, it flickered out, turning into a wisp of faint smoke that drifted away on the breeze.

Seeing Jiang Muwen blow out the candle, Wen Yichen quietly removed it from the cake, then produced a small spoon, placing it into Jiang Muwen’s hand and motioning for her to eat the cake.

Jiang Muwen accepted the spoon and was just about to scoop a bite when she paused, looking up at Wen Yichen. “Aren’t you going to have some?”

“You go first.”

At his reply, Jiang Muwen obediently made a little sound of assent, scooped a small bite, and brought it to her lips.

The sweetness melted in her mouth without being cloying, and her heart felt sweet along with it—she had no idea where Wen Yichen had bought the cake, but it tasted wonderful.

A glimmer of surprise lit her eyes as she swallowed the bite. “Wen Yichen—this is delicious! You should have a piece too!”

“…There’s only one spoon.” Wen Yichen’s gaze fell meaningfully on the spoon in Jiang Muwen’s hand, suggesting that since she had the only spoon, he couldn’t eat.

Jiang Muwen understood at once. As soon as he finished speaking, she lifted her hand and scooped up a piece of cake.

Before Wen Yichen could react, she had already brought the spoonful to his lips.

The soft cream brushed against Wen Yichen’s lips, leaving a little smudge of white.

Instinctively, he leaned back, glancing down at the cake before him—he’d meant to say that with only one spoon, he’d rather not eat, but who could have guessed Jiang Muwen would react like this.

“You go ahead…”

Being fed by Jiang Muwen made him feel a little embarrassed, and he raised his hand to refuse. The light around them was dim, but Jiang Muwen could still make out the bashful smile on his face.

She’d rarely seen Wen Yichen smile like this, and seeing this side of him, she couldn’t resist teasing: “Oh, come on—we’ve known each other for so many years. I don’t mind sharing with you, why be so shy?”

Yet as soon as she said it, Jiang Muwen’s heart began to race uncontrollably. It was such an ordinary thing to say, but for some reason, in this setting, her cheeks flushed red—as if she’d just confessed her feelings.

They were indeed close, but at this moment, their relationship seemed to have shifted beyond the innocent friendship of childhood companions.

Each harbored secret feelings for the other, but neither said a word, each pretending nothing was amiss—yet their act was so clumsy that the feelings between them could not be entirely concealed. Still, they kept silent.

After she finished speaking, Jiang Muwen once again brought the spoonful of cake to Wen Yichen’s lips.

At this moment, Wen Yichen still seemed to hesitate. “I don’t really like swee—”

Before he could finish, Jiang Muwen swiftly slipped the spoon into his mouth.

The suddenness of it caught Wen Yichen off guard.

“Does it taste good?” Jiang Muwen’s tentative voice sounded softly by his ear.

“It’s good…”

The perfect sweetness lingered on his lips and tongue, leaving an aftertaste he couldn’t forget.

Seeing the little smudge of white cream at the corner of his mouth, Jiang Muwen couldn’t help but laugh. Wen Yichen now looked just like a cat that had stolen a treat and forgotten to clean its mouth.

A trace of surprise still lingered on his face, and when she laughed out loud, curiosity appeared in his eyes—he seemed entirely unaware of the cream at the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Muwen looked at him, and once more saw that thieving cat in her mind’s eye, standing there with innocent eyes, as if saying, “I don’t know anything.”

“What is it?” Wen Yichen asked in confusion, following her gaze. Suddenly, he seemed to realize something. “Did I get some on my face?”

As he spoke, Wen Yichen raised his hand to wipe the cream from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Jiang Muwen quickly bit the spoon between her lips, gently set the cake on her lap, and fished a tissue from her pocket.

“Hold on—” she mumbled past the spoon, her words muffled, but Wen Yichen understood.

He paused, watching as she lifted her hand.

The next second, the tissue softly brushed against his lips. Jiang Muwen’s touch was gentle, as if she was afraid of hurting those soft lips.

“How do you even manage to get cream on your face eating cake…” she said as she dabbed at him, her touch as light as a feather.

Wen Yichen stared at her, the soft glow of the lamp bathing her in light, and for a moment, he couldn’t look away.

Jiang Muwen, acutely aware of his unwavering gaze, began to slow her movements, her hand wandering aimlessly over his lips as she looked away, letting her touch be guided by feel alone.

Suddenly, she felt a warm pressure on her wrist, making her shudder—he had grasped her arm.

Her eyes returned to Wen Yichen’s face. He was staring directly at her lips, making her feel self-conscious—could he be thinking…

The thought flashed through her mind, and her cheeks grew hot, her ears turning red as she deliberately averted her gaze, trying to turn her head away.

“Don’t move—” Wen Yichen said softly.

At his words, Jiang Muwen obediently froze on the spot. In the next instant, he easily pulled the spoon from between her lips.

Before she could react, his fingertips brushed the corner of her mouth, gently wiping. “Aren’t you the same? And you still tease me.”