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

When I opened the door, all the dirty clothes on the living room sofa had been cleaned up, and the house was spotless.

Jiang Chengyun's lips curled up. Well, there still needs to be a woman in the house, otherwise it really won't look right.

"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao, why didn't you tell me you were coming back?"

He strode up the stairs; the study door was open, but the bedroom door was closed.

Strange, why is the study door open?

He loosened his tie and tossed it carelessly onto the reading sofa in the second-floor corridor. He was about to go to the study to get a cigarette when he noticed the computer was uncovered.

Jiang Chengyun remembered that he had closed the computer after the meeting last night. When he strolled over, he casually touched the computer keyboard and the facial recognition function was activated. The computer lit up, and a WeChat chat window was open on the screen, showing his conversation with Tan Jia that night.

At that moment, Jiang Chengyun was dumbfounded.

Yun Qiao leaned against the bed, her mind blank.

The study door wasn't closed, and the computer wasn't shut down either. Whatever, maybe this way Jiang Chengyun would know she knew.

How is he going to explain this to himself?

Or should we just lay our cards on the table?

Yun Qiao knew that once the truth was revealed, they could no longer continue.

That was the time for her to leave.

It felt like a piece of my heart had been brutally ripped out.

Hearing the noise outside, Yun Qiao instinctively wanted to escape. She wrapped herself completely in the blanket, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

Jiang Chengyun sat in the study, smoked two cigarettes, and then took a shower in the bathroom outside before entering the bedroom.

The bedside lamp was still on, the bedding had been changed, and Yun Qiao seemed to be asleep, quiet and peaceful, but Jiang Chengyun thought she was probably pretending to be asleep.

He lifted the covers and got into bed, embracing her from behind, but Yun Qiao didn't move.

Jiang Chengyun held her in his arms without saying a word. After a long while, Yun Qiao turned over and buried her face in his chest. She was sobbing softly. The two kissed naturally. Jiang Chengyun's heart was filled with bitterness. He wanted her fiercely, wanting to meld her into his body, calling her "Qiao Qiao~" over and over again.

The next morning, when Yun Qiao woke up, Jiang Chengyun had already left.

As if on cue, no one mentioned what happened last night.

But Yunqiao knew it was time for her to leave this relationship.

She could lower herself again and again for love, but she couldn't rush to become a mistress. Although her family was just an ordinary family that ran a small snack shop, they couldn't do something so shameful that would make them the subject of gossip.

My younger brother and sister are in high school and junior high school respectively. I can't let them think that their older sister is so bad.

Four years—not only hers, but also Jiang Chengyun's.

There's no debt between us, and there's no need to contemplate suicide. Just staying here is fine.

The period before the Spring Festival is the off-season for renting in Beicheng, so finding a place to live is not difficult. However, finding a place to stay in the restaurant area will be more troublesome. Also, she needs to find a job on her own.

Since graduating from university, she has never worked outside of the restaurant that Jiang Chengyun opened for her.

The translation industry is in a slump right now, so finding a job probably won't be easy. If all else fails, start as an administrative clerk. It's a city of over 20 million people in Beicheng, so you won't starve.

Jiang Chengyun felt relieved when he went to the company early in the morning.

Yun Qiao didn't ask anything; he knew she must have been heartbroken yesterday.

But he just couldn't bring himself to say the words "break up." He couldn't bear to. Since she wouldn't say it, he wouldn't bring it up either. Let's just let things slide like this.

When Mu Wangbei got off work, he called Fang Youxi, but she hung up. She replied with two words on WeChat: "In a meeting."

Fang Youxi went back to his father's place. He didn't want to go home either. With only a few days left until the Spring Festival, he decided to go back to his grandfather's place as well.

As soon as he stepped out of the office building, he received a call from Jiang Chengyun, asking where he was.

"I just got off work, what's up?"

Jiang Chengyun didn't dare go home. He sat in the office for an hour after get off work, rubbing his temples, and said, "How about we have dinner together? I'll come find you."

Mu Wangbei wasn't interested: "There's no need for that."

Jiang Chengyun: "Yun Qiao is back."

Mu Wangbei understood. Even though they were childhood friends, he still wanted to call Jiang Chengyun a scumbag.

"Alright, where to? My beloved?"

Jiang Chengyun clicked his tongue: "If you're a brother, don't make things difficult for me. It's the Huaiyang cuisine restaurant next to your Supreme People's Procuratorate. I'll be there in a bit."

Mu Wangbei told his family and went to the restaurant to wait for Jiang Chengyun.

During the four years that Yun Qiao and Jiang Chengyun dated, although they met often, Mu Wangbei was not used to getting too close to his friends' close female friends. This was a basic principle, so they couldn't be said to have a very good relationship.

He reminded Jiang Chengyun twice that if he decided to get engaged to Tan Jia, he couldn't be half-hearted.

Firstly, there's the connection with Chi Mo; secondly, the Tan family wouldn't let him have his cake and eat it too, as Tan Zifeng is known for his stubborn temper in the Shenyang Military Region.

Upon meeting, Jiang Chengyun immediately opened a bottle of baijiu and asked the waiter to bring two decanters.

"Beizi, have a drink with me."

Mu Wangbei covered the decanter with his hand: "I'm driving, so I won't drink."

Jiang Chengyun didn't insist, poured himself a drink, and downed it in one gulp.

"Drinking yourself to death won't solve the problem. The law of the People's Republic of China does not allow people to have multiple wives and concubines and enjoy the blessings of having multiple wives. To put it bluntly, if you want to have both wives and concubines after you get married, Tan Jia can sue you for bigamy if the evidence is conclusive."

Jiang Chengyun: ...

Why can't we hope for something good in him? He made a mistake today. He came here seeking comfort, but seeing Mu Wangbei now is just adding insult to injury.

Mu Wangbei added, "If Tangtang hadn't gone back to the Tang family, I would never have come out to have dinner with you. I don't want to have too much contact with you lately. You're two-timing me. If my girlfriend found out, she would think I'm just like you, which would damage my image."

Jiang Chengyun: ...

"Then you'd better hurry up and leave, I can't afford to delay Prosecutor Mu." What kind of person is this, still acting like Versailles in front of him? It's just a relationship, and he's acting all high and mighty, always picking on his buddy's sore spots.

Mu Wangbei poured him a cup himself and advised, "A person can't have it all the time. Think it through, or I'll look down on you. You'll be letting down two people. Let me remind you, the Tan family isn't so easy to fool."

"I know, I just can't bear to part with Qiaoqiao. She's been with me for four years, not four months or four days. I really love her."

"Then go back to Shenyang during the Spring Festival and talk things out with Uncle Tan. Are you willing to do that?"

Jiang Chengyun swallowed hard; he didn't have the courage.

Mu Wangbei stopped talking. This restaurant was near the Supreme People's Procuratorate. He and his colleagues often ate here. Jiang Chengyun drank alcohol. He ate a bowl of rice and drank a bowl of soup. After he was full, he went to pay the bill and then came back to put on his coat.

In such a short time, Jiang Chengyun had already gotten himself drunk.

Without asking, Mu Wangbei knew he was doing it on purpose. He sighed and personally helped the man home.