At the stroke of the midnight hour came a chirpy voice followed by the rain of confetti.
"Happy Birthday, Mingsheeeeen!!!"
The party poppers burst with a jazzy pop and strangely enough, soap bubbles floated in the room.
"...Good night."
Yang Bingqing yanked the blanket from over him. "Wake up sleepy head. It's your birthday!"
"The birthday boy wants to sleep," he dragged back the blanket - only to be stopped by his mother again.
"Ha-Happy Birthday B-Boss…!" Bojing hopped on bed, enveloping him in his warm embrace. Mingshen would have wholeheartedly accepted it had it not been a crushing one.
"Off! Get off me! I feel my bones cracking! Why do you have to hug me so hard, idiot assistant!"
Bojing sniffled. "I-I am so happy for you, B-Boss…"
"Lower the intensity of that happiness…You are choking me…" he coughed.
His father, Yang Cheng, overlooked his struggle completely and said, his voice neutral and measured as always. "Happy birthday."
