Alone in the quiet night, harboring tender feelings, she returned to her bedroom.
She picked up her phone and called the butler directly.
The call was quickly answered.
With a hint of excitement, she asked, "Butler, is today Gu Shaocheng's birthday?"
The butler's comforting voice came from the other end of the phone, "Today? No, it's not Sir's birthday, why do you ask, Miss Chen Xing?"
It isn't?
Chenxing's confusion deepened, "Then do you know if today is a special day? A day worth celebrating?"
"Nothing special that I'm aware of," the butler pondered, "If anything is remarkable - it's that today is the day for Sir's banquet."
"There really isn't anything else worth commemorating? Bihe Garden was beautifully decorated, do you know that? Did Gu Shaocheng arrange it? Why did he organize it so romantically? There must be something worth celebrating, right? Butler, could you please think again?" Chenxing asked sincerely.
