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

During her business trip to the United States, Fang Youxi met an unexpected person.

Huo Ningchuan, son of Huo Zhengnian, stepfather.

He was actually a senior executive at Morgan Stanley, and the project that Fang Youxi and his team took on this time was precisely one where Morgan Stanley provided underwriting services to help it list on the Nasdaq Stock Exchange.

The last time she met him was at her mother's wedding. At that time, she only knew that this older brother, who was nearly ten years older than her but not related by blood, worked in an investment bank in the United States. She never expected to run into him here again.

Huo Ningchuan was also surprised to see Fang Youxi: "Tangtang, Aunt Fang said you went back to Beicheng. Are you here on a business trip?"

"Yes, I took on a project and have been here for over a month."

"Why didn't you go back to Australia for Christmas? I was asking Auntie. By the way, when are you going back to China? Aunt Fang and my dad are coming here in a few days to take care of some things. You two haven't seen each other for a while, have you?"

Fang Youxi thought for a moment and shook her head: "I probably won't make it. I'm taking the flight back the day after tomorrow."

She didn't want to continue the topic and asked, "How is Ningzhi doing lately?"

Speaking of his sister, Huo Ningchuan smiled and said, "She's pregnant again. Two sons weren't enough for Mike; he's always wanted a girl, and the house is in constant chaos."

"Really? I didn't recognize it in the photos from last Christmas."

"Yes, she was less than four months pregnant at the time, and we only stayed for two days. We didn't bring the baby because we were afraid she would be too fussy. Aunt Fang was very kind and said that she would go and help Ningzhi after she gave birth."

Fang Youxi couldn't help but scoff inwardly: Ms. Fang really has a good interest.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, she politely declined Huo Ningchuan's dinner invitation. On her way back, her colleagues teased her, saying that Fang Youxi was truly a woman of great wealth and connections, with influence everywhere, and that this Mr. Huo was a very influential figure at Morgan Stanley.

Fang Youxi just smiled faintly. She took out her phone and changed her flight to the day after tomorrow, returning to Beicheng a week earlier.

Chi Mo submitted his application to transfer to civilian work before the Spring Festival. He returned to Shenyang after only two days back home and didn't even have time to meet up with his friends.

At the end of March, he officially returned to Beicheng after completing the formalities. As soon as he got off the plane, he invited Mu Wangbei and Jiang Chengyun to Rong Qian's club.

Freed from their shackles, they are now completely free, experiencing the relaxed feeling of an unemployed person. They immediately shouted that they would drink until they were drunk.

Mu Wangbei was the last to arrive. He had been so busy lately that he hadn't attended any gatherings, and his buddies hadn't seen him for a long time.

Chi Mo had visited Mu Sheng at the Xishan Villa during the Spring Festival, only two months prior. Upon seeing him again, she was shocked: "Bei Zi, why do you look so haggard? Did you stay up all night again?"

Jiang Chengyun, without thinking, blurted out: "It's not a good thing for a wife to be too beautiful. Look, Beizi has been completely drained."

Rong Qian smacked Jiang Chengyun on the forehead: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Mu Wangbei had no time for this: "Isn't today a welcome-back party for Chi Mo? Come on, how would you like to drink?"

Rong Qian ordered some wine to be served, saying, "Don't drink too much today, just have a good time. The main thing is for us brothers to chat."

Chi Mo poured the first cup: "Bro, I'm completely unemployed now. My wife smashed everything she could in the living room yesterday. I can't go back to my old life. Please take care of me from now on."

Rong Qian asked in surprise, "Your dad didn't know you changed careers?"

"Does he even agree to this? It's fine. He has a little wife now, why should he care about me, his unfilial son? Let him smash things, even if he sets the house on fire, it's none of my business. Just don't scare his precious darling."

Everyone in the Beicheng circle knows that Chi Mo's father married a woman two years older than his son, and they had a baby boy and even held a full-month celebration. From Chi Mo's perspective, how could he not feel disgusted by this?

He kept his career change a secret from his family, which was tantamount to ruining his own future. It's impossible that he wasn't trying to spite Lao Chi.

Rong Qian asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

"Let's have some fun first. We've been working ourselves to the bone these past few years, always on edge. We finally get a break, so let's enjoy ourselves for a few days first. Then we'll see if there are any good projects. I'll try my hand at investing and hang out with Brother Qian and Cheng Yun."

Jiang Chengyun waved his hand: "Don't flatter me. I have to be mindful of your cousin's feelings these days."

The waiter came in to serve the dish, a plate of sweet and sour pork, which was placed right in front of Mu Wangbei.

Jiang Chengyun picked up a piece and put it in his mouth: "A new chef? Not bad."

The man who had barely uttered a word since entering looked even more displeased upon seeing the dish and called out, "Waiter, take this dish away."

He couldn't see anything sweet.

It's an eyesore.

Jiang Chengyun: ...

What's wrong with this guy again? What did the sweet and sour pork do to deserve this?

Rong Qian pressed the service bell and called someone in to change the dishes. Mu Wangbei silently poured himself another glass of wine, clinked glasses with Chi Mo, and then downed it in one gulp.

Chi Mo: ...

This person, who never drinks excessively, was a bit drunk today, one glass after another, and Chi Mo noticed something was off.

He downed the glass in one gulp again, and Mu Wangbei reached for the bottle to refill it, but Chi Mo stopped him: "Beizi, Beizi, take it easy, you're not acting right today."

Rong Qian also noticed that Mu Wangbei was not in a good state. He barely spoke a few words all night and just drank heavily.

"What's wrong, Beizi? Did something go wrong?"

Jiang Chengyun couldn't stand his stupidity and retorted, "He gets all the good things in the world. Look at how many people are rushing to curry favor with the old man now that he's back. With his looks, he can become a deputy director at the age of thirty, and his wife is incredibly beautiful. He's so amazing, I'm even jealous of him."

These words, though seemingly sarcastic, are actually quite true.

Mu Wangbei looked up at Jiang Chengyun, making Jiang Chengyun feel guilty: "No, I was just joking, why are you taking it so seriously?"

"We've already broken up, let's not talk about it anymore." Mu Wangbei looked away, picked up the wine bottle himself, and refilled it.

Everyone: ...

Jiang Chengyun was completely dumbfounded.

"Holy crap, when did this happen? Did the old man intervene? Or did you just give up?"

Chi Mo retorted disdainfully, "Can't you just shut up? Do you think everyone's a heartless man like you?"

"Who are you calling a heartless man? It was your cousin who had her eye on me first."

Rong Qian adopted the authority of an elder brother: "Can you please be quiet for a moment? What's all the noise about?"

It's quiet now.

He took Mu Wangbei's wine glass and held it to himself, asking, "What happened? Did you really break up?"

"We broke up. I got dumped."

Okay, now everyone fell silent.