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Chapter 213 May 24-year-old Miss Yan have a prosperous future, a successful career, and a dazzling s

The switch was activated, and the parking lot was instantly illuminated. The walls were covered with dazzling star lights, and intelligent light and shadow technology projected a dreamlike nebula scene in the air, which twinkled like a vast universe.

The sudden change of scenery completely stunned Yan Zhuoyu.

She gripped the button tightly in her hand, and a pink Bugatti worth millions pulled up in front of her.

On the windshield, the words "Happy 24th Birthday to Ms. Yan" are displayed through high-tech projection technology, surrounded by blooming red rose patterns.

Extremely romantic.

Yan Zhuoyu then suddenly remembered that today was her birthday.

During this period, she was so focused on her work schedule that she forgot to add her birthday to her calendar.

Pei Weijin's eyes held a gentle smile, but his voice was deep and cold: "Happy birthday, Miss Yan, who is 24 years old."

As soon as he finished speaking, with a click, the Bugatti's trunk slowly rose, revealing a large expanse of vibrant red roses.

Hidden among the flowers is a rose-shaped speaker, playing the song that Yan Zhuoyu once sang at a banquet.

Twenty-four gift boxes were placed on rose petals, each engraved with the auction's exclusive anti-counterfeiting mark. The luxurious black exterior was adorned with subtle glitter, making them quite valuable.

Pei Weijin took out the bouquet of roses that had been prepared beforehand from the car.

There are 168 roses in total.

"May 24-year-old Ms. Yan have a prosperous future, a successful career, shine brightly, and be surrounded by flowers."

Yan Zhuoyu didn't know how to describe her feelings at this moment. It was as if fireworks were going off in her mind. Her face was flushed, and she couldn't tell whether the person or the flowers were more beautiful and charming.

Everything before my eyes was as beautiful as a scene from a movie, but all the music and light and shadow could not compare to the man holding roses in front of me.

Sincere and enthusiastic.

"Pei Weijin, thank you."

The weight of the more than one hundred roses was so heavy that it almost submerged Yan Zhuoyu's entire upper body.

She placed the remote control in the bouquet, her fair face hidden behind the vibrant roses, listening to the melodious music coming from the speakers.

"Snowflakes gently caress the rose's cheek, the night weaves a romantic veil."

Yan Zhuoyu rubbed her eyes, holding the roses in one hand and linking her other arm with Pei Weijin's.

Looking at this car full of gifts, I was momentarily at a loss, unsure which one to open first.

"Honey, are these all gifts for me?"

"Of course, they are all birthday gifts for Miss Yan."

Seemingly sensing Yan Zhuoyu's hesitation, Pei Weijin gently reminded her, "There are more gifts than these. You only pressed the first button just now. Why don't you try the others?"

"besides?"

Yan Zhuoyu looked surprised.

There weren't many memorable birthdays when I was a child, and even now, when I celebrate with Qin Zhuyue as an adult, I usually only receive one gift.

Pei Weijin's preparation of a car full of gifts was already enough to shock her, especially the pink Bugatti, a luxury car worth tens of millions.

"Of course, you deserve the best. Besides, I've missed so many of your birthdays, I should make it up to you, shouldn't I?"

Pei Weijin placed his warm, large hand on hers, and together they pressed the second switch.

After pressing the switch, Yan Zhuoyu heard a low buzzing sound.

The white Shelby sports car I saw on the way here slid out of the parking space under the control of driverless technology.

The pearly-lustered exterior, illuminated by twinkling starlight, appeared as smooth and white as jade. On the windshield, a new digital projection gradually appeared.

Happy 23rd birthday, Miss Yan.

The Shelby sports car came to a precise stop in front of the two with a stylish drift.

The trunk popped open automatically, revealing a bed of Ecuadorian roses in the color of plum jam, blooming in their fullest glory, filling the air with the sweet aroma of preserved plum candy.

Inside, there were still several exquisitely packaged gift boxes in black.

Yan Zhuoyu stroked the matte texture of the gift box, her fingertips pausing slightly before she smiled and said, "There are 23 gifts."

Then, she pressed five more switches in succession, and five luxury cars loaded with gifts stopped in front of her one after another.

At 22, I received 22 gifts.

At 21, I received 21 gifts.

……

Every year, gifts are carefully prepared, with no one left out.

Yan Zhuoyu felt as if she were soaking in a carbonated drink, with sweet little bubbles bubbling in her chest.

However, the scene in front of her looked very familiar, much like a video she had seen on Douyin before.

She casually gave it a thumbs up, and remembered that the little girl was sitting on the hood of the car, spraying her age onto the windshield with a snow spray can, and then cleaning it up with the wipers.

Pei Weijin's preparation looked like a top-of-the-line video.

She pursed her lips and smiled, "Pei Weijin, you're so corny."

Pei Weijin said gently, "Isn't it good to be a little rustic? We used to raise a lot of little mongrels, and so did I."

Yan Zhuoyu carefully placed the bouquet of roses she had been clutching tightly back into the car, then opened her arms and hugged Pei Weijin's neck like a koala.

"Of course! I like you so much!"

"Me too, I will celebrate Miss Yan's birthday a thousand times from now on."

Pei Weijin wrapped his arms around Yan Zhuoyu's waist and spun her around steadily.

He was no longer satisfied with just wishing Yan Zhuoyu to live to be a hundred years old; he hoped she could live a thousand years, and be safe and happy every year.

"Honey, stop for a second, you're spinning too fast."

Yan Zhuoyu felt dizzy, as if the world around her was spinning. Only she and Pei Weijin remained tightly embracing, as if they could stay like that forever, as if only the two of them existed.

She nestled in Pei Weijin's arms, her eyes sparkling as she stared at him, as if she couldn't get enough of looking at him.

When emotions are overflowing and have no outlet, intense feelings will flow from the eyes.

My eyes are a little sore; it feels so good to be loved wholeheartedly.

Pei Weijin couldn't control himself and kept wanting to touch the head of the person in his arms, but he felt it wasn't appropriate, so he lowered his head and gently kissed the top of her dark hair.

"Besides the gifts in the car, there are some things I can't show you indoors. For your 24th birthday, there's a ship, and for your 23rd birthday, there's a helicopter. You can fly them right away when you get back to China."

Yan Zhuoyu grabbed his clothes and said with a smile, "Really? Then when we go back to China, I'll fly you there."

“Okay.” Pei Weijin nodded with a smile. “We’ve only looked at gifts from the past six years, and there are still more than a dozen we haven’t seen. Why don’t we open them all at once?”

Yan Zhuoyu quickly hid the remote control in her coat pocket and waved her hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no, let's stop here. I can't watch any more."

She looked at Pei Weijin expectantly: "Good things can't be read all in one day. I want to save the rest and read one a day. That way, there will be surprises every day, and every day will feel like a birthday celebration."

In this way, the feeling of happiness will last a long time.