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

On Christmas Eve, Tang Yi and Peng Shu were having dinner, but the Western meal tasted bland and unappetizing.

"Ding ding ding ding..." A series of WeChat notification sounds rang out.

Tang Yi opened the message and saw that his grandfather had sent four WeChat messages in a row to the "Tang Family" WeChat group.

Everyone come out and report in; we have something important to discuss.

[Tangtang is taking Mu Wangbei home for dinner tomorrow, what do you guys think?]

As the grandfather, should I prepare a gift for our first meeting? Would this be considered a formal visit?

[Wouldn't it be better to keep this from the Lu family for now, to avoid Old Man Lu having a heart attack?]

Tang Zhanghe, probably unable to bear it any longer, replied, "Dad, Mu Wangbei is coming to visit us. Please don't get agitated."

Tang Yi couldn't help but smile. His father was worried that his grandfather would break his legs. Obviously, his grandfather didn't have any prejudice against the boyfriend that Tangtang had found. After all, it was the Lu family that had a grudge against the Mu family. They only had business dealings with the Lu family. When it came down to it, the old man knew exactly what was important.

Tang Ze: [Grandpa, shouldn't Mu Wangbei be the one preparing the gifts? Don't get it backwards.]

The old man said, "That's true. I still need to put on a bit of airs. But I saw the Mu family's child on TV last year; he's really upright. My granddaughter has good taste; that child has a nose and eyes that are perfectly formed."

Mu Wangbei represented the judicial system in a public service announcement last year, so he can be considered a face of the judicial system.

Tang Yi was there at the time. He remembered that the old man glanced at him and cursed, "The Mu family always does this kind of thing. But now that they hear that he is his granddaughter's boyfriend, they straighten up."

Peng Shu, on the other end of the line, saw Tang Yi looking at his phone with a smile on his face. The two of them had a meal and watched a movie every week, which was more like a formality than a business trip. They barely exchanged a few words. It turned out that he could smile quite well. She wondered which girl was on the other end of the phone.

【How about this, eldest brother, bring Xiaoshu over for dinner tomorrow too, so Tangtang won't feel uncomfortable.】 This was posted by Tang Zhanghe.

The old man immediately gave the order: "Yes, where's the old man? Tell him to bring the Peng family girl over for dinner tomorrow; it'll be more lively with more people at home."

Tang Yi: ...

How did the fire spread to him?

He looked up at Peng Shu across from him. They ate together and watched movies together every week, but she never smiled. You could say she didn't want to, but she would still take the initiative to ask him out, as if it were a task to be completed, no different from the weekly meetings he had to attend.

Tang Yi didn't want to trouble her, but he had to ask anyway.

"Ms. Peng, are you free tomorrow? My sister is bringing her boyfriend home tomorrow, and Grandpa said you'd like to come home for dinner too."

When Peng Shu heard this, it meant: "Your sister is bringing her boyfriend, so just invite her along. You're just a tool anyway, go if you want, I'll let you know."

She scoffed, "Sorry, Mr. Tang, I have an appointment tomorrow. Maybe next time."

Tang Yi nodded and remained silent. He recalled Lu Yanli's mockery of him: "Is this what dating is like? Will you two be this polite even when you're married and sleeping together? Sir, are you in the mood tonight? Madam, are you ovulating today?"

He sighed; it really was quite boring.

At that moment, Tang Yi suddenly felt that it was quite nice not to get married like his sister.

On Christmas Eve, Fang Youxi, after taking a shower, came up with another crazy idea. When Mu Wangbei came out, he saw a copy of "The Veritable Records of Laws of Ancient Dynasties" on the bed. It was a book on his bookshelf that he would occasionally flip through in his spare time. Was this going to be an academic discussion?

It's inappropriate to have academic discussions in bed, and he wasn't really interested in that anyway.

Fang Youxi pulled him to sit beside her, then sat cross-legged and turned to a page to read: "In ancient my country, the laws mainly punished those who broke their promises, such as breaches of contract, through punishments such as flogging, caning, and imprisonment, as well as by means of property recovery and forced labor to pay off debts."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Mu Wangbei.

Mu Wangbei raised an eyebrow: "So?"

"Remember what you promised me today. When you get to Grandpa's house tomorrow, no matter how they try to coerce or bribe you, you can't give in. We're in the same profession, so we need to uphold the spirit of the contract. If you break it, I'll torture you severely!"

She leaned closer and poked his chest with her finger repeatedly, a gesture that resembled more of a coquettish act.

Mu Wangbei asked in a serious tone, "Why don't you punish me with flogging? We can do it tonight."

Fang Youxi didn't react immediately: "Flogging?"

Mu Wangbei leaned close to her ear and gave a detailed legal explanation.

Fang Youxi's face turned red inch by inch: "Mu Wangbei, you hypocrite, you filthy scoundrel."

Mu Wangbei pinned her down. At this moment, discussing ancient criminal law with him was a ridiculous idea. The only thing they could discuss at this time was whether his kidneys were up to par.

Living together, the two engaged in much more physical intimacy than before. Fang Youxi grew increasingly accustomed to having someone by her side. The pillow she used to hug in the morning was gone; she had become Mu Wangbei's pillow instead.

Mu Wangbei's biological clock starts at 6:30 in the morning. Besides, he was going to Fang Youxi's grandfather's house today. After getting up, he ran five kilometers on the treadmill, took another shower, and made breakfast. Fang Youxi didn't even change her position and slept soundly.

"Tangtang, it's time to get up." Mu Wangbei bent down and touched her face, and Fang Youxi hummed twice.

"Listen to me, it's impolite for us to be late. Can you get up and take a look at the gift I prepared?" Last night, we were so busy discussing ancient punishments that we didn't even think about the gift.

Fang Youxi reluctantly opened her eyes. It wasn't even nine o'clock yet, and it was the weekend.

She always goes to her grandfather's house right around mealtimes; she doesn't need to go so early.

Unfortunately, there was someone much more proactive than her. She shouldn't have discussed that rubbish with him last night; she ended up losing more than she gained.

Fang Youxi finally saw through this person; Prosecutor Mu only looked serious on the outside, but was actually a repressed pervert on the inside.

As a result, because Fang Youxi dawdled, they were still the last to arrive.

Tang Yi had already been scolded for coming alone, while Tang Ze had stayed up all night yesterday and was now dozing off in a corner.

Mu Wangbei brought Grandpa Tang a box of top-grade Zhengshan Xiaozhong tea, a special supply tea. He also specially selected a master teapot. This master has now retired from the mountains. This teapot is quite old. He found it for Grandpa Tang last year, but Mu Sheng had not yet returned to Beicheng. So he brought it to Grandpa Tang as a gift.

Fang Youxi didn't understand this stuff. She hadn't spent much time in Beicheng anyway, and was more used to drinking coffee. Seeing the old man holding the teapot and tea with obvious delight, she asked, "Is this black tea?"

Tang Zhanghe nodded: "Yes, you even know about black tea? That's good."

Fang Youxi nodded in agreement: "Of course I know, black tea can be used to make tea eggs."

The old man shoved the person away with disgust: "You unlucky kid, stay away from me, or my blood pressure will spike."