Accusations of not wanting to marry: The prosecutor pressed him relentlessly.

If Fang Youxi really asked, she really didn't have anything she wanted to know, and for the first time, she was speechless because of Mu Wangbei's question.

She had a sudden inspiration: "What do you like to eat?"

Mu Wangbei: ...

"I'm not too picky. I don't really like strong flavors, but everything else is fine."

Fang Youxi rested her chin on her hand and blinked twice: "What color do you like?"

"Black, white, and gray".

"Hmm, do you have any special preferences? I can accommodate those as long as they're not excessive."

The sudden driving caught Mu Wangbei off guard, and this time it was Mu Wangbei's turn to choke...

Fang Youxi felt she had won back a round and smiled happily.

Soon, the appetizers and soup were served.

The plating is exquisite, and the ingredients look high-quality.

Fang Youxi sighed: The awkward chat is finally over.

This French restaurant is very authentic. Today's main course is beef stewed in red wine. The beef is slow-cooked until tender, and it's served with red wine, spices, and potatoes. The cooking time is just right, and you can tell that the chef is very experienced.

The dessert was a refreshing Sorbet, which Fang Youxi also enjoyed.

Adhering to the habit of not speaking while eating or sleeping, Mu Wangbei didn't say anything more during the meal. He didn't ask her any questions that required her to think, and Fang Youxi was happy to have some peace and quiet.

Just as the two finished eating and Fang Youxi went to the restroom, Jiang Chengyun called.

"You got a girlfriend? Wow, has this iron tree finally blossomed?"

It was Yun Qiao who said it. Since Mu Wangbei brought people here to eat, he didn't intend to hide it. He looked at the bathroom room and saw that Fang Youxi hadn't come out yet, so he hummed in agreement.

"Qiaoqiao said she's incredibly beautiful. Where did Young Master Mu find her?"

Several close friends knew that Mu Wangbei's family was arranging blind dates for him.

Minister Mu and Professor Chen had previously told their son not to waste his energy on romantic relationships, saying there would be plenty of time later. Now that their son is twenty-seven and still hasn't found a girlfriend, they're starting to get anxious. Unlike other people who change girlfriends one after another at this age, the Mu family has strict family rules, and Mu Wangbei is pursuing a career in politics, so they can't tolerate him causing trouble outside.

"It's a free-choice relationship, not a blind date," Mu Wangbei replied calmly. "She is very pretty. Let's get together when Chi Mo returns."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Youxi returned to her seat and asked him, "Going home? Or is there somewhere you'd like to go?"

There was an undercurrent in Mu Wangbei's eyes when he looked at her. It was clear that the two of them were still in the honeymoon phase. It would be a lie to say that he didn't want to think about it. During this business trip, he kept thinking about it at night. It was almost an instinctive reaction. It took him a long time to calm down.

If Fang Youxi still doesn't understand that look, then she really is clueless about romance.

"Then where do you want to go?"

Still haunted by the memory of being kicked out in the middle of the night, Mu Wangbei paused, then said in a conciliatory tone, "I live alone. You haven't been to my place yet, have you? Why don't you come to my place?"

Mu Wangbei's home is a 30-minute drive from the Supreme People's Procuratorate building; it's a quiet, upscale neighborhood.

The property prices here are even higher than in the CBD business district. He lives in a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment. The original study was opened up and integrated with the living room. Another bedroom was converted into a simple gym. The decoration is mainly in cool colors, just like his temperament: clean, low-key, but with a high-quality feel.

Fang Youxi pointed to the bedroom: "May I take a look around?"

Mu Wangbei pulled her into the bedroom. Sure enough, the bedding was also dark-colored, and the walk-in closet was neatly organized. It was clear that he was a very self-disciplined person, and everything was meticulous and spotless.

Fang Youxi couldn't help but wonder, does Mu Wangbei ever relax? Does he ever get tired?

"Hee-hee~"

Fang Youxi turned to look at him: "Hmm?"

Mu Wangbei's kiss landed, but unlike the urgent and fierce one he gave her last time at her house, this time it was very gentle, like savoring a candy he couldn't bear to eat, licking and teasing her lips.

Fang Youxi hooked her arm around Mu Wangbei's neck and tilted her head back to accommodate him.

Mu Wangbei's seduction made Fang Youxi somewhat unable to resist. After four or five days without contact, she belatedly realized that she also missed him a little.

Dusty and travel-worn, Mu Jian, who hadn't even had time to go home before his business trip, led Fang Youxi straight into his bathroom. It was already winter in Beicheng, and the constant temperature and humidity inside the house made it impossible to feel the cold outside. The temperature in the bathroom was even higher. When the shower water came down, Fang Youxi shivered and was pulled into Mu Wangbei's arms.

The release of dopamine always makes people feel indulgent and happy. Towards the end, Mu Wangbei almost lost control and sucked a "strawberry" below her collarbone, as if leaving his own mark.

It was past midnight by the time they finished making a fuss. Fang Youxi asked, "Did you always have this at home, or was it a new purchase?"

"I bought this at the convenience store the day after you kicked me out last time."

Fang Youxi felt guilty: "I didn't kick you out. I'm just not used to people staying overnight at my house."

"Can you not go back tonight?" Mu Wangbei lowered his head and kissed her forehead again. "I think you can stay."

Fang Youxi realized she might have misspoke. It wasn't a matter of "your house" or "my house," but rather that she wasn't used to sharing a bed with someone. However, since things had already come to this point, she didn't want to press the issue further, so she could only politely decline: "That's not a good idea. I'm a restless sleeper, and you won't be able to sleep well."

"I'm fine with anything, it's okay."

Fang Youxi still wanted to go home. She struggled for a moment, but she was too tired. It was already past midnight, and she still had to get up to wash up. She couldn't wear the clothes she had just worn anymore. When she went home with him, she was overcome by hormones and didn't care about anything else. Now she regretted it a little.

It's all because of male beauty that people are misled.

Mu Wangbei looked at her lying in his dark blankets, her exposed shoulders as white and tender as jade, with red marks from his kisses below her collarbone. He really didn't want her to go back, so he pleaded again, "Stay, let me lull you to sleep, okay?"

"You can even lull people to sleep?" Fang Youxi wondered, wondering which good ex-boyfriend had trained her to be so good.

"Should we stay?"

Fang Youxi pinched his earlobe: "I have to go to work tomorrow morning, and I didn't bring any clothes."

"I'll help you wash and dry it in a bit. If that doesn't work, I'll get up early tomorrow morning and take you home first." Mu Wangbei never knew he could be so shameless and persistent: "I don't want you to leave."

Fang Youxi finally gave in: "Tell me, did you do it on purpose? Don't blame me if you kick off the covers tonight."

Mu Wangbei's lips curled into a smile as he gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips. "Go to sleep. Shall I take a picture of you?"

Fang Youxi turned off the desk lamp and wrapped herself in the blanket.

"Then take the photos gently."

"Okay, is this rhythm alright?"

The scent on the bed is the same as the smell of his shower gel. She had just used his shower gel, and now they smell the same.

Fang Youxi thought she wouldn't be able to sleep, but she fell asleep a few minutes later. Perhaps she was too tired, as she had just used up a lot of energy. Also, the pillow at Mu Wangbei's house was just the right firmness, just like the ones at his house, which were also quite comfortable to sleep on.

At one o'clock in the morning, after Fang Youxi had fallen into a deep sleep, Mu Wangbei got up, took her clothes to the washing machine outside to wash them clean, put them in the dryer to dry, and then went back to bed. Sure enough, she had kicked off the covers, so he carefully pulled her into his arms.