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

Seeing that Tang Zhanghe had been rebuffed by Fang Youxi again, Tang Yi continued to look down at his documents.

Tang Ze's eyes lit up when he saw the watch on her wrist: "Tangtang, let me see your new watch. When did you open the floodgates again? Dad, did you lose money again?"

Tang Zhanghe's attention was also drawn to the watch. He leaned over and glanced at it: "It's quite nice. How much does it cost? Dad will reimburse you."

Mu Wangbei forced her to wear this watch; if she didn't, she would look sullen.

She tried it on her wrist this morning, and it matched her clothes quite well, so she didn't take it off.

Who cares about dawn, morning, dusk, or moonlit night? I've already bought it, so there's no need to be sentimental.

"It was a gift from Mu Wangbei." Fang Youxi raised her left hand and shook her wrist. "It was a gift for our anniversary. I also gave him a gift, a black bracelet with a silver buckle."

Tang Ze laughed when this was mentioned.

That day, while having dinner at his grandfather's house, he noticed the bracelet on Mu Wangbei's wrist and wondered why a proper prosecutor would wear such a thing. It turned out that Fang Youxi had given it to him.

Tang Ze quickly got up and ran to his sister's side, grabbing her wrist and examining it carefully: "Hmm, a limited edition Van Cleef & Arpels diamond watch, it's only about four or five million, right? This deal is good. Turns out I'm not the only sucker in this world, sponsoring 400,000 to get a 3400 tie. Mu Wangbei is so generous, spending four or five million on a dog leash. Hey, Tangtang, how much did that ugly dog ​​leash cost again?"

Fang Youxi rolled her eyes: "What dog leash? That's a classic model, it costs 3900."

Tang Ze exploded: "So everyone else's gifts are more expensive than mine, the sponsor's, right? Fang Youxi, have you no conscience?"

"Didn't I get you a replacement shirt later? I went out of my way to pick it out."

"That's not enough. You never cared about your second brother in the first place. The gift you gave me was the cheapest one, even though I paid half the price."

Fang Youxi tried to coax him half-heartedly: "Then next time I'll use Dad's card to buy a limited edition bag and get you a pair of shoes to go with it."

Tang Yi raised his hand: "Buy me a pair of sneakers, so I can wear them when I play basketball."

Tang Ze bargained: "Add another coat."

"Don't go too far, that coat costs over ten thousand yuan."

Tang Zhang instinctively covered his pocket.

But watching the children play and make noise made him feel at ease. He usually lived alone in the villa, which was indeed too quiet. As soon as his daughter came back, it immediately became lively. He thought he might as well let them all go home to live.

Yun Qiao returned to Beicheng a week before the Spring Festival.

Now that things have settled down at home, she came back this time to discuss with Jiang Chengyun whether it's possible to find a specialist to bring her mother to Beicheng for chemotherapy.

They still need to rent a place temporarily. Although the villa they are currently living in is very big, Jiang Chengyun is not used to strangers coming to his home, and she does not want to upset him. If all else fails, they can find a budget hotel near the hospital, which would cost about six or seven thousand yuan for a month.

Over the years, Jiang Chengyun has never shortchanged her financially. For the first two years, he kept investing money into the restaurant, giving her 200,000 yuan a month for living expenses. This year, when the restaurant became profitable, he didn't take a single penny and gave it all to her.

When Yun Qiao called Jiang Chengyun on her way back, he hung up. She thought he must be busy, with the Spring Festival approaching and many things to do at the company and at home. She took a taxi home, and sure enough, he wasn't there when she entered the house.

Clothes were scattered all over the sofa and hadn't been put away yet.

I guess during the time she wasn't around, he didn't even hire a part-time housekeeper, and he didn't eat at home either.

Over the years they've been together, Yun Qiao has taken care of Jiang Chengyun wholeheartedly. She's an excellent cook; she used to only know how to cook home-style dishes, but later, for his sake, she specially learned Western cuisine and desserts. She even hired a teacher to teach her tea ceremony. Her home is always spotless, and she takes care of every little detail of his daily life, from food and clothing to clothing and shelter.

She loved him, and Yun Qiao was happy to do anything to make him feel comfortable.

At this point, she was too lazy to ask the aunt to come over. She rolled up her sleeves and cleaned up by herself. She was used to doing these things. Her parents ran a snack shop and worked from dawn till dusk. She had taken care of her younger brother and sister since they were little. These things were nothing to her.

I changed all the bedding to clean, hand-washed my underwear, and put the rest in a laundry bag to be picked up by the dry cleaners later. I also ordered fresh milk and fruit online and cleaned the whole house.

After thinking about it, there was also the study. Jiang Chengyun always smoked and held meetings in the study, and he was the kind of person who wouldn't empty the trash can even when the ashtray was full.

When Yun Qiao entered the study, sure enough, the young master's desk was unkempt, with things scattered everywhere: cigarettes, a lighter, and an unfinished bottle of whiskey.

"Beep beep beep~" The computer beeped, sounding like a message had come in on WeChat.

Jiang Chengyun mainly uses this computer at home for online meetings. Yun Qiao guessed that he probably logged into WeChat on the computer and forgot to log out. As if by some strange coincidence, she touched the keyboard, the screen lit up, and asked for a password.

My first thought might be his birthday, which is the same as the combination lock on my house.

Sure enough, they got inside.

There are 7 messages above the avatar of Tan Jia on the interface.

If Yun Qiao knew that Tan Jia was Jiang Chengyun's fiancée, she wouldn't have clicked on the link.

By the time she clicked on it, it was too late.

The girl called him Chengyun-ge and asked, "Have you bought your plane ticket yet?" My dad said, "Let me know when you've set a time, and I'll make time for you."

Jiang Chengyun sent her a screenshot of a flight to Shenyang on the third day of the Lunar New Year, telling her that he would be staying in Shenyang for three or four days and that they could arrange to meet at that time to arrange the engagement ceremony.

He didn't answer his own call, but was chatting with other girls.

This girl is his fiancée.

And she knew nothing about it.

At this moment, Yun Qiao's mind went blank, and it was as if all the lights in the world had gone out.

Finally, the day arrived. He followed his family's arrangements and found a girl of equal social standing to marry.

That's right. From the beginning, he told himself that he might not be able to promise her a long-term relationship. If she was willing, they could be together. He couldn't really be considered to be deceiving her. From beginning to end, she was the one dreaming. After all, it was a four-year relationship.

She kept comforting herself, thinking that perhaps Jiang Chengyun had never given up trying all these years and was fighting against his family, because he wanted to give her a future.

Jiang Chengyun was still in a meeting at the company. When Yun Qiao called him, there were people talking in his office, so he hung up.

During normal working hours, Yun Qiao rarely bothered him. If he hung up on her, she would send him a WeChat message if she needed anything, but Jiang Chengyun didn't take it to heart.

He plans to visit Tan Jia's parents in Shenyang this Spring Festival.

There was a lot of work to finish before the Spring Festival, and I was extremely busy.

Halfway through the meeting, Tan Jia sent him another WeChat message, asking if he had bought the plane tickets yet. She wanted to try on their engagement dresses in Shenyang; these trivial matters were up to her. Jiang Chengyun had his secretary forward the tickets to him, and he sent them to Tan Jia.

It was past ten o'clock when he finished his work, and that's when he remembered to call Yun Qiao back.

I called twice, but no one answered.

I sent her a WeChat message: "Qiaoqiao, what's up? I'm in a meeting right now, so it's inconvenient. When are you going back to Beicheng? I'll pick you up."

No one responded.

I drove home.

As soon as I entered the yard, I saw that the bedroom light was on. Had they come back?

Is she asleep?

Jiang Chengyun's steps became lighter as he got out of the car. To be honest, Yun Qiao had been back in her hometown for almost half a month. It was alright that she wasn't around, but the thought of her coming back made him feel a little itchy. Tonight, he wouldn't have to feel empty and stay alone in his room.