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

The winter nights in the northern part of the city are chilly.

Mu Wangbei was wearing a thin cashmere sweater and was taking a slow walk around the greenery in the community.

Today, his mother's words subtly told him that in the end, he might not be able to decide his own marriage. His grandfather couldn't possibly ignore it, and that marrying someone of equal social standing was a basic requirement. This made him feel very uncomfortable, even resentful, but it was also a reality he had to face.

Mu Wangbei was thinking that he needed to take some time to talk to Fang Youxi about their future plans. Although they had only been together for a few months, they had already been intimate. He was not a casual person and should be responsible for the girl.

If he wanted, he would be happy to take her home to meet his parents and grandfather and settle things between them.

Actually, it's not bad to settle down like this. He is looking forward to and happy about living with Fang Youxi.

But Fang Youxi didn't seem to be used to living with others. She said she preferred to live alone and needed her own space. Thinking about this, Mu Wangbei felt a bit troubled.

He walked alone for almost an hour, covering at least five kilometers. When he came to his senses, there wasn't even anyone walking their dog in the neighborhood anymore, so he went upstairs to go home.

He figured out one thing in one night: first, he had to get Fang Youxi used to his presence, or at least to the fact that they could live together. It was fine for him to go to her house or for her to come to his place. He couldn't be kicked out of bed in the middle of the night or always have to sleep on the sofa.

I only realized how cold it was after I went upstairs. My hands and feet were freezing. I was about to take a shower when I saw the black bracelet with a silver clasp on my wrist.

I remembered that I had already chosen the gift I wanted to give Fang Youxi.

It's a limited edition watch; you probably can't buy it in China.

He took a screenshot of the watch's model and style on his phone and sent it to Jiang Chengyun, then made a phone call.

Jiang Chengyun was summoned back to the Jiang family home by Madam Jiang today. His parents gave him a double beating all night, and his father was so angry that he was about to hit him. He just went upstairs.

The rest of the persistent and unyielding Mrs. Jiang sat on the side, nagging him.

Upon seeing Mu Wangbei's call, Jiang Chengyun picked it up with a beaming smile, as if he'd seen a savior: "Prosecutor Mu, what can I do for you at this hour?"

"Chengyun, take a look at the pictures I sent you. Try to find some connections to buy this watch for me as soon as possible. I don't mind paying a premium. Just send it back to me."

"Buying a watch? What kind of watch? Let me see." Jiang Chengyun didn't hang up the phone, but immediately checked WeChat: "Wow, you're really going all out! Who are you buying it for? Your girlfriend?"

"Yes, I want to buy her a gift."

"This one is a bit hard to get. It doesn't seem to have been sold in China before. I'll try to figure something out for you." Jiang Chengyun recalled what Lu Yanli had said to Mu Wangbei at the stadium that day and laughed, "The bracelet that Miss Fang gave you is worth less than 5000 yuan at most. This one you've got your eye on can't be bought for less than 500 million."

"I'm waiting for your message. Thank you for your concern. Get some rest."

Mu Wangbei disliked others looking at his relationship with Fang Youxi with skeptical eyes, so he hung up the phone immediately after finishing his business.

"Hey, this Miss Fang can't stand a word from me, huh? She hung up on me." Jiang Chengyun complained, looking at the phone that had been disconnected. "She just gives away watches worth millions like that. Mu Wangbei either doesn't talk to her at all, or he talks about something really big. What kind of woman has him so infatuated?"

Upon hearing this, Madam Jiang asked curiously, "Wang Bei is in love? Which family's daughter is she?"

She's been worn down to nothing by her son's marriage.

Jiang Chengyun insisted that he wouldn't consider marriage before he turned thirty. Fine, he wouldn't get married, but he could at least find a proper partner first. But he ended up keeping a girl on the side. Not only was she from a poor family in another place, but she also looked like a vixen. This silly boy even spent money to open a French restaurant for her. When people in the circle brought this up, she would be angry for half a day when she got home.

The father and son didn't get along well to begin with, and Lao Jiang had criticized her a lot for this, saying that she hadn't disciplined her son well and that she was caught in the middle.

Jiang Chengyun grinned and said, "Mom, haven't you finished nagging me? You're even worrying about Minister Mu's son?"

Madam Jiang glared at her son, embarrassed. "You're enough of a nuisance for me. Let me tell you, Jiang Chengyun, I'm telling you right now, this blind date was arranged by your grandfather himself. You have to go, whether you like it or not. And you'd better break off with that woman outside as soon as possible."

The family has been letting him run wild outside for quite some time now. Jiang Chengyun originally planned to delay it for a few more years, but for some reason, his father has started to take it seriously this year. If this continues, he's really afraid that his father might kill him with a stick one day.

Madam Jiang stormed upstairs, leaving Jiang Chengyun alone in the living room on the first floor.

He lit a cigarette, went outside, and stood in the yard smoking. As he thought about it, he laughed helplessly.

He really likes Yun Qiao. They've been together for almost four years, how could there be no feelings? If he were willing to let go, he would have done so long ago.

He knew about Yun Qiao's family situation. They lived in a small county in Yunnan and Guizhou. Her parents ran a small business, and she had a younger brother and sister. Over the years, she had sent a lot of money home with the money he gave her. He didn't care about that, as it wasn't much money in total. At first, he didn't think about being serious, but after a few years together, he seemed to have gotten used to having her by his side. He felt that if he really dumped her, he would be a terrible person.

But back home, I'm afraid I can't keep up the pretense any longer.

If all else fails, I'll just keep raising him like this. At worst, we can get married and go our separate ways. Jiang Chengyun thought to himself that he had no intention of pursuing a career in politics. Back then, he even got a beating from his grandfather for this, who said he had no ambition. He didn't have any ambition, but now he runs his own company and earns quite a bit a year thanks to his family connections. He might as well consider it buying himself some freedom.

After finishing his cigarette, he looked at his phone. Every time he went back to his parents' house, Yun Qiao would never send him a WeChat message or call him. She would stay quiet, as if she was afraid of disturbing him.

Two days ago at the hot spring resort, she said something wrong, and he gave her a cold shoulder. Yun Qiao carefully apologized to him. Now that she thinks about it, she didn't really say anything. She has become more and more sensible in recent years, which is also quite heartbreaking.

Gossip is a woman's nature. After washing up and getting into bed, Mrs. Jiang saw her husband leaning against the headboard with his eyes closed, and said to him, "It seems that Wang Bei is in love. I just overheard your son on the phone, and it seems he's going to buy a watch worth several million for that girl. I wonder which family's daughter she is."

Old Jiang sneered: "I've never heard of the Mu family being engaged to anyone. Unless Old Mu agrees, it's all meaningless. These kids have never suffered a day of hardship, and they spend money recklessly. Do you think your son hasn't spent enough money over the years? Just that restaurant alone has cost at least several million."

Mrs. Jiang had lost all interest in continuing the conversation, turned off the light, and lay down: "Go to sleep."