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

On the first weekend after the Spring Festival, a few of my buddies got together.

Mu Wangbei was more proactive than ever before.

Even though they agreed to meet at noon, he didn't sleep in and started urging Fang Youxi to get up in the morning.

"What are you doing? It's Saturday." Fang Youxi pouted. "Isn't it noon? What time is it now?"

"It's 8:30." Mu Wangbei ruffled her hair. "You need to get dressed up."

"I'm so beautiful, I don't need to dress up. You said that washing my face is enough to show them respect. Men's words are deceitful. You've already forgotten so quickly." Fang Youxi half-closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath.

Mu Wangbei: ...

"I need to get dressed up. Get up and help me pick out a shirt."

"You're thirty already, dressing up won't help anymore~ Your body's prime is already starting to decline."

Mu Wangbei corrected her: "I still have six months and twenty-one days until I turn thirty."

Fang Youxi opened her eyes and looked at him: "Then you were born a little too prematurely~"

Mu Wangbei: ...

My wife is indeed beautiful and sweet, especially when she doesn't speak.

When Fang Youxi got up, Mu Wangbei brought three shirts to her.

One was smoky pink, one was orange-red, and one was pale yellow.

"Tangtang, do you think I should put on another face mask or something?"

Fang Youxi: "...You're not going on a blind date again today."

"My status is different today."

"What's the difference?"

Mu Wangbei held up several shirts in front of the mirror: "I am a married man now."

Fang Youxi: ...

Mu Wangbei was somewhat ill. Every night, he would secretly look at his marriage certificate for a while, then lock it in a separate drawer in his study. The key point was that he locked it with his own fingerprint lock, which even she couldn't open.

I wonder who they're trying to protect themselves from? They're acting all mysterious and cryptic all the time.

Finally, I chose a bright pink shirt and wore a beige thick trench coat.

At Mu Wangbei's insistence, Fang Youxi wore a dusty pink coat, her hair cascading down her back, making her look charming and alluring.

Mu Wangbei stood in front of the mirror for a while, admiring himself, and muttered to himself, "What a perfect couple!!!"

Fang Youxi laughed until her face hurt, and it wasn't until after 11 o'clock that the two of them finally went out together to Rong Qian's place.

There were more people this year, including more than a dozen family members. As soon as Fang Youxi entered the private room, before she could even get a good look at her face, Tan Jia rushed over and hugged her: "Sister Tangtang~"

Mu Wangbei's brow twitched twice, a hint of disdain in his expression.

He has an instinctive aversion to any creature that approaches or gets close to Fang Youxi, including females.

The guys couldn't help but praise Mu Wangbei for his eye-catching outfit and bag today; it was clear he was in high spirits because of a happy occasion.

Jiang Chengyun said with a hint of sarcasm, "It's just getting a marriage certificate, why are you so smug?"

Chi Mo rarely stood with Jiang Chengyun: "That's right, consider the feelings of us single people."

Jiang Chengyun: "...I am a married person."

Chi Mo looked at her cousin-in-law with pity: "Then you'd be better off single than me. Look at your neck, what happened to it?"

Jiang Chengyun subconsciously touched his neck and couldn't help but hiss.

This morning, that tigress was curling her hair with a curling iron, and when she saw him, she insisted on giving him a makeover too.

Well, the curling iron slipped from his hand and fell onto his neck, giving him a firsthand experience of what it felt like to be branded in ancient times.

Speaking of this makes me angry. Jiang Chengyun said fiercely to Chi Mo, "I'm lucky to be alive under your sister's nose. She and I are really incompatible. I'll get myself killed by her sooner or later."

Chi Mo snorted twice: "If Tan Zifeng hadn't so readily agreed to marry his daughter to you, would you really think you're one of the top ten outstanding youths in Beicheng?"

Jiang Chengyun: ...

So he was scammed by Tan Zifeng?

Tan Jia held onto Fang Youxi's hand tightly, and the two whispered to each other.

A short while later, I heard some people making a fuss over the place where they were about to play cards.

Fang Youxi, puzzled, asked, "What's going on? Why is it so lively?"

Tan Jia pulled someone aside and gossiped, "Who cares about them? Most men just brag when they get together."

Mu Wangbei brought his marriage certificate with him, tucked in his pocket.

His friends all knew about his troubled love life and eagerly examined his legal documents.

You have to wash your hands with disinfectant first.

Rong Qian found it amusing, and also a little envious.

He can no longer recall what it felt like when he married his ex-wife.

Marriage should be about happiness, like Mu Wangbei's. You shouldn't get married if you haven't reached that level.

Nowadays, too many marriages are based on mutual interests or are settled for convenience, making people forget that the premise of marriage should be that it is based on love.

Mu Wangbei rarely acts this childishly, and he's always been the most low-key person. He's only willing to show off for a while in front of his close brothers because he's genuinely happy.

Everyone was in a good mood today and drank a bit too much. Fang Youxi only found out about Mu Wangbei's shady dealings now, which was so embarrassing.

She snuggled into his arms like a kitten: "What are you doing? Why did you bring the marriage certificate here?"

Mu Wangbei held her with one arm: "Blind their eyes with your brilliance."

A group of buddies: ...

That's going too far. Only two people brought their families today, and another one came this morning injured. Even dog abuse isn't this brazen.

Rong Qian had drunk a bit too much today. Watching the group of people laughing and joking around, he didn't say much and a sense of loneliness welled up inside him.

He hadn't felt this way in many years.

Half an hour ago, Yun Qiao updated her WeChat Moments.

She smiled broadly at Singapore's famous Merlion Square, captioning the photo, "Wishing you all the best in the new year."

She looks great, even prettier than before, and more radiant and confident.

He gave her a thumbs up.

She seems to be doing well in Singapore.

Rong Qian glanced at Jiang Chengyun again. Tan Jia was sitting next to him. The two of them had a little argument again for some reason. At this moment, Jiang Chengyun was frowning as he poured juice for Tan Jia.

The story of Yun Qiao is now completely over for Jiang Chengyun.

We can't leave it at that; with the Tan family around, Jiang Chengyun can't cause any trouble.

Now that they're married and have obtained their marriage certificate, Jiang Chengyun and Tan Jia may still have feelings for each other.

Besides, where can you find pure feelings these days?

Then, Mu Wangbei had one hand on the back of Fang Youxi's chair, and the two of them were talking together, their eyes crinkling with laughter.

Rong Qian laughed too, saying that it might not be so.

Pure emotions still exist. People should always believe that there are pure and beautiful things in this world, and no matter how old they are, they should believe in and appreciate them.

These people are all privileged individuals, having grown up surrounded by wealth and fame. They rarely pursue anything in real life; most of the time, others fawn over them and try to please them.

But Mu Wangbei was serious and persistent from beginning to end. He always knew what he wanted. In this world, there is no such thing as getting something for nothing, and the same goes for feelings.

If you treat her with sincerity, she will feel your sincerity. Otherwise, why would Fang Youxi be willing to get a marriage certificate with him?

Seeing how well they've achieved what they have today, he's genuinely happy for them.

This happiness, however, had nothing to do with others, which made him feel a little uneasy. He took the cigarette case and lighter from the table and went out for some fresh air.

Halfway through his cigarette, Rong Qian suddenly took out his phone again.

I opened Yun Qiao's WeChat again, looked at that photo, and long-pressed to save it.

Then he called his assistant: "Book me a flight to Singapore for tomorrow."