I Transmigrated As A Villain's Mother

431 Sending a Gift

Song Ci sighed.

“Yujin has been sleeping late quite often.”

“But you’re not willing to stop him.”

“Every child needs their own freedom. Besides, he’s doing well at school.”

Song Ci was being a worrywart and Lu Gan found it to be adorable.

Anyway, Song Ci did not want to interfere too much with the children’s decisions. It was important for them to develop their own identity. At the same time, she doted on them immensely.

Lu Gan smiled and touched Song Ci’s head. He said gently, “Just let them be. They don’t have to attend school tomorrow. It’s fine even if they stayed up for two consecutive nights. Besides, if they sleep late, they’ll wake up late. It’s not like they’re not getting enough rest.”

Song Ci felt like Lu Gan’s words made sense. She nodded slowly.

Suddenly, the couple heard a knock on the door.

Song Ci got out of bed.

‘It must be the two children. Mary is already asleep.’

When Song Ci opened the door, there was no one outside. She looked left and right in confusion. Eventually, she lowered her head. There were two beautifully decorated gifts on the ground.

Song Ci smiled and glanced at the corridor. She did not spot anyone, but she could guess what happened. After picking up the two gifts, she went back into her room.

Lu Gan asked, “Who was it? Yujin or Little Suo?”

“Neither.”

Song Ci waved their gifts around.

“It’s just their gifts.”

Lu Gan looked at the time. It was midnight. Song Ci’s birthday had finally arrived.

He said lovingly, “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you.”

Song Ci could not wait to open her presents. She started with Lu Suo’s first.

‘This is obviously handmade. Why weren’t the children given boxes when they bought their gifts? Did they not know about it?’

Song Ci took out Lu Suo’s painting from the cylinder.

‘I see. It’s not bought from a store.’

Song Ci felt that Lu Suo’s painting skills fit his age.

Two adults were smiling happily. One of them was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a cake. In the lower right corner, there was a written message.

[ Happy birthday, mommy! From: Little Suo ]

Song Ci smiled from the bottom of her heart.

Lu Suo’s painting looked clumsy but cute. The whole cake was dark brown. It was decorated with fruits and colorful candles. Actually, it looked more like an unknown object than a cake. Regardless, Song Ci was overjoyed.