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

Fang Youxi woke up at three in the morning.

I feel imprisoned even in my dreams.

It was as if someone had tied her hands and feet, making it difficult for her to breathe.

When she woke up, she was indeed being held in Mu Wangbei's arms.

Fang Youxi tiptoed out of bed, and seeing that Mu Wangbei was still fast asleep, she went out.

She felt a little uncomfortable, so she wrapped herself in a blanket from the sofa and stood on the balcony looking outside.

Even in the early hours of the morning in the northern part of the city, there are still a few lights on outside. I wonder what the people with their lights on are doing at this hour.

This was the first time she had ever spent the night at a man's house, sleeping in the same bed with him, and she actually managed to fall asleep. Fang Youxi smiled silently; Mu Wangbei from last night was simply irresistible.

Mu Wangbei was afraid of delaying Fang Youxi's work, so he specially set his alarm for 6:30 in the morning. He felt like the alarm went off as soon as he closed his eyes, and when he woke up, there was no one next to him.

"Hee-hee~"

No one answered him.

Mu Wangbei's heart sank. He got up, dressed, and went out. Fang Youxi was fast asleep on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket.

At that moment, I felt relieved, but also inexplicably felt a little helpless.

Is sleeping with yourself really that unbearable? He had slept in a hotel room with his colleagues on business trips before, and he remembered that he was a quiet sleeper with no bad habits.

Mu Wangbei squatted down beside the sofa and gently stroked Xia Youxi's cheek with his fingertips: "Xixi? Do you want to get up?"

Fang Youxi hummed twice, turned over, and continued sleeping with her face turned inward.

Mu Wangbei: ...

"Xixi, if you need to go home and change your clothes, it will be too late if you don't get up now."

Fang Youxi was still woken up. She sat up sleepily, still wearing his T-shirt. She hadn't taken any clothes with her and was using his clothes as pajamas. The two of them were 15 centimeters apart in height, and the T-shirt was loose on her, making her look even smaller.

"What time is it? How did I end up sleeping here?"

I watched the sparse night view from the balcony for a while in the early morning, and then sat on the sofa for a while. I was afraid that going into the room at this time would disturb Mu Wangbei. I was so sleepy that I just tilted my head and fell asleep on the sofa.

However, his sofa is quite comfortable.

"It's almost seven o'clock. What time do you start work? Do you need to go back to change?"

Fang Youxi nodded subconsciously with her eyes closed: "Yes, a beautiful woman can't wear the same clothes two days in a row."

Mu Wangbei smiled: "I washed and dried your clothes last night. Go wash up and change now, and I'll take you home in a bit."

Fang Youxi opened her eyes in surprise: "You're going to do my clothes?"

"Washed in the washing machine, dried in the dryer, come on, get up now."

I knew it! What man would do something like that?

Fang Youxi was still half asleep, feeling it was too early. The law firm starts work at 9:30, the working hours are relatively flexible, and there's no need to clock in. She usually gets up around 8:30, and it's a 15-minute walk there, so it's not even 7 o'clock yet, which has disrupted her usual biological clock.

Mu Wangbei, dressed in a suit with a black overcoat, saw Fang Youxi in the passenger seat looking unhappy and apologized to her patiently, "It was my fault yesterday, I insisted on keeping you here. I won't do it again next time, please don't be angry, okay?"

"I'm not angry, I'm just grumpy when I wake up. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine in a few minutes." She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down. She thought it would only take a few more minutes to calm herself down.

Throughout her childhood, she mostly processed her emotions on her own. Fang Youxi seems to have a program in her body that knows how to make herself happy. Although she seems to have many relatives, she was actually alone most of the time growing up. Now, she doesn't seem to need many people to revolve around her. She can take care of herself and make herself happy.

Sure enough, before the car even reached the Platinum Residences, Fang Youxi's mood brightened, and she looked at Mu Wangbei, who was driving, with a mischievous grin: "Prosecutor Mu, I think you look really handsome in a suit. How about you wear your uniform at home for me next time? I want to see it."

Mu Wangbei: ...

He couldn't respond to Fang Youxi's suggestive remarks anytime, anywhere.

However, she just said she'd be at home next time, which means she doesn't mind going to his house. She wasn't angry even though he stubbornly kept her at his house last night and wouldn't let her go back. Mu Wangbei smiled and said, "Okay."

Fang Youxi arrived at the law firm at exactly 9:30. The receptionist said that someone specifically wanted to see her and was waiting in the reception room.

Upon entering, one finds a woman who appears to be in her thirties or forties, dressed in a Chanel suit, exuding wealth and elegance, but with a pale complexion and a haggard appearance.

"Is this Attorney Fang?"

Fang Youxi nodded: "Yes, that's me."

"I am Zhao Xiaojing, Zhao Yu's older sister."

Fang Youxi looked completely bewildered: Who is Zhao Yu?

"Ayu said you're his buddy's sister, and you're very good at lawsuits. I want to get a divorce from you."

Fang Youxi suddenly remembered that Tang Ze had taken her to the club to introduce business to her that day. She remembered that someone said his second sister was preparing for a divorce. Did he really come to her?

Generally speaking, she doesn't take on domestic cases; they're too energy-consuming.

Before Fang Youxi could even politely refuse, the woman who called herself Zhao Xiaojing pulled her over: "You're Tang Zhanghe's daughter? You're the one! Let me tell you, my husband is a total scumbag. If I don't kill him this time, I'm not Zhao!!!"

Fang Youxi: ...

What connection does the Tang family's daughter have with the case of killing the husband of the plaintiff in a lawsuit?

"Ms. Zhao, please calm down. Why don't we sit down and talk?"

"Sister, you have no idea how long I've been holding back. If it weren't for our son, I would have divorced him long ago. It's one thing for him to cheat on me with other women, but that bastard even dares to provoke me. This time, I'll make him leave with nothing and make his little lover kneel on the ground and call me grandma."

The sentence contains three generations of titles: younger sister, mother, and grandmother.

Fang Youxi was very grateful to her second brother for introducing her to business, and also grateful that this brother named Zhao Yu was still thinking of her.

However, she had just returned to Beicheng, and it was clear that this family case was more troublesome than the foreign contract dispute she was currently dealing with.

"Ms. Zhao, actually..."

"Call me 'sister,' little sister, don't be so polite. I won't skimp on your lawyer's fees. If you can really get him to leave with nothing, I'll give you a big red envelope. I know Chairman Tang isn't short of money, but you can't treat a noble person cheaply. This is my heartfelt wish. We, the cool ladies of Beicheng, must be generous."

Fang Youxi thought she was quite eloquent, but she couldn't keep up with the older woman's previous statement.

"Sister, actually I'm good at non-litigation matters, especially in the international field. I'm really not good at family law cases."

"Don't be modest. I feel a connection with you, I trust you, so you're the one. How much? Name your price."

The God of Wealth had already offered her money, but Fang Youxi still compromised. First, she wanted to get acquainted with the court in Beicheng, as she would likely need to deal with them in the future. Second, it wouldn't be good to offend her second brother; he was kindly introducing her to business, and refusing would make her seem ungrateful.

Social etiquette, social etiquette, behind every favor lies a potential disaster!