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

The silence inside the car was unsettling.

Mu Wangbei looked at her and waited for her.

Fang Youxi buried her head in his chest and said in a muffled voice, "It's really nothing. I just drove too fast when I first got my driver's license and had a car accident. Now I'm a little afraid to drive."

Mu Wangbei was a little anxious, so he pulled the person out and made her face him, his tone was not very good.

"That wasn't a normal reaction of yours just now. When did the car accident happen? How serious was it? Tangtang, anything related to safety is a big deal, don't hide it from me."

Fang Youxi was also forced into a corner and slowly said, "Well, when several cars collided, the airbags deployed and I was dizzy. I suffered a moderate concussion and spent two months in the hospital. I haven't driven since. I was just thinking that you were right next to me, and there aren't many people on this road. It's only a few kilometers away, but I didn't expect it to still not work. I'll just not drive anymore. It's all in the past."

Does Uncle Tang know about your situation?

Fang Youxi looked unwell and shook her head: "Don't tell them, lest they make a fuss and ask all sorts of questions, which would be troublesome."

Mu Wangbei roughly understood. He guessed that the Tang family didn't know about this, but even if his daughter was in Australia and not by his side, as a father, he should have known about the car accident and the two months she spent in the hospital.

Another possibility is that Fang Youxi's mother didn't know either.

Throughout her childhood, her parents were mostly absent. Although the family seems harmonious now, Fang Youxi has said for a long time that she's not used to living with others, indicating that she has always been alone. If they were truly close, she wouldn't have kept such a big thing from her parents.

Some people may appear outgoing and cheerful, but that's not necessarily true. Fang Youxi acts like a little sun at home, and she loves to laugh, but in reality, she still curls up in bed at night, hugging her pillow to sleep, which is a sign of insecurity.

Mu Wangbei minored in criminal psychology in college, so he had some understanding of psychology. At this moment, he didn't know what to say, and just gently patted her back: "It's okay, we'll never drive again."

Fang Youxi was still worried about him, so she added, "Don't say anything, you hear me?"

"Okay, but you have to tell me everything in the future, okay?" Mu Wangbei ruffled her hair. "Rest for a bit, someone will come to drive you in a little while."

Yun Qiao is no longer going back to her hometown. Jiang Chengyun had dinner with Tan Jia last night, and today, out of boredom, he invited someone to play cards at the club.

Upon seeing Mu Wangbei's message, since it wasn't a big deal anyway, he had his driver take the car and make the trip himself.

The club was originally in the suburbs, not far from there. When we arrived, we saw Mu Wangbei's A8 parked on the side of the road with its hazard lights on. We thought the car had broken down. If it had broken down, why didn't he call for roadside assistance?

Don't let his unassuming black appearance fool you; his car is equipped with a rare version of a 6.0L W12 engine and has been remodeled. It's worth at least 300 million yuan, so it's really unreasonable for it to be parked on the roadside.

When Mu Wangbei saw Jiang Chengyun approaching, he immediately rolled down the car window and said, "I've been drinking and can't drive. Tangtang isn't feeling well, so just have the driver put away the rear warning triangle and take us home."

"The car isn't broken?" Jiang Chengyun, a cigarette dangling from his lips, leaned against the car and glanced inside. Fang Youxi, nestled in Mu Wangbei's arms, nodded at him, "Thank you for your help, Mr. Jiang."

"Is your sister-in-law alright?"

"fine."

Jiang Chengyun tucked the cigarette behind his ear and said in a cocky tone, "Why go home if there's nothing to do? Come on, let's go have some fun. Those guys are still playing cards at the club. It's the weekend and it's Christmas. Let's have dinner together tonight."

Mu Wangbei glanced at Fang Youxi and softly asked for her opinion, "Do you want to go?"

I was having a good day, so I shouldn't let this little thing spoil my mood. Fang Youxi nodded, "Go ahead, there's nothing to do back home."

"Alright, I'll drive you myself." Jiang Chengyun told the driver to drive the car back, and then got into the driver's seat himself: "Back passengers, please sit properly. There is a driver in front, so please try to control yourselves and not be too affectionate so as not to affect driving safety. If you are satisfied with the service, you can give me a tip later. A few cents or a hundred or two is fine."

He was used to being witty and spoke with a distinctive northern accent, which made Fang Youxi burst into laughter.

Seeing that she was in a better mood, Mu Wangbei breathed a sigh of relief and patted the driver's seat in front of him: "The driver talked too much, I'm giving you a bad review, let's go."

"Fine, you want the horse to run but you also want it to be mute. Prosecutor Mu, you're supposed to be a successor to socialism, don't try to learn those capitalist tricks!" Jiang Chengyun glanced at the rearview mirror. Both of them were dressed neatly today, and asked, "Where did you come from? The car is just parked halfway here."

"After coming down from Yujing Garden Villa, where Grandpa Tang lives, Tangtang took me back for dinner."

"Wow, Prosecutor Mu is doing well, meeting the parents today." Jiang Chengyun thought to himself that Fang Youxi had already brought Mu Wangbei home openly, and he was still worrying about it. He was really acting like a petty person, not manly at all. He didn't hesitate to apologize: "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry. I saw you having dinner with Lu Yanli the other day and there was a misunderstanding. It's all cleared up now. We can't let it affect our relationship. I'll kowtow to you at dinner tonight as an apology."

"Just call me Fang Youxi, we're friends, no need to be so polite."

Calling her "sister-in-law" is so corny; every time Fang Youxi calls her that, her brow twitches—it's unpleasant to hear.

Mu Wangbei gently rubbed her palm: "Don't mind him. He's always been a chatterbox. Another friend of yours is coming back in a few days; his name is Chi Mo. I'll introduce you to him. Are you staying in Beicheng for the Spring Festival? Or are you going back to Australia?"

Fang Youxi shook her head: "I probably won't go back."

The day before yesterday, she saw her mother post a photo on WeChat Moments of herself with Uncle Huo and Uncle Huo's two children with his ex-wife. The Christmas tree in her and Uncle Huo's new home was over two meters tall and decorated very beautifully.

It's clear that Ms. Fang Keying is currently very satisfied with this marriage. The family looks neat and tidy in the photo, and even the mother's features have softened considerably.

Yesterday, after thinking it over, she finally sent her a message: "May you have a peaceful and joyful Christmas Eve."

Fang Keying replied to her this morning with just three words: "You too."

There was a sense of estrangement between them; even though the mother and daughter had lived together for more than a decade, they were not close, as they spent very little time together.

Everyone should have their own life, and that's perfectly fine.

Mu Wangbei explained to her, "Every year, a few of us childhood friends get together for two days and one night. We might go to a villa in the suburbs, play cards, drink, and chat. I'll make arrangements with you in advance, and you can make sure you're available, okay?"

Fang Youxi nodded: "Okay."

At this point, Jiang Chengyun unusually fell silent and did not respond.