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

Even earlier than Tang Yi's wedding day was Jiang Chengyun's engagement day.

The invitations had been sent out long ago. The Tan family took it very seriously, and the Jiang family naturally didn't dare to be negligent either. Although it was an engagement banquet, all the people who should be invited were invited.

Given his relationship with Jiang Chengyun, it was natural for him to attend the ceremony.

During their meal, Mu Wangbei brought up the matter: "Tangtang, do you remember my childhood friend Jiang Chengyun? He's getting engaged next week, would you like to come with me?"

When two people are together, it's important for them to integrate into each other's social circles. He wanted to introduce Fang Youxi to his friends more often and take her to social events so that others would know that Fang Youxi was his girlfriend.

To prevent Lu Yanli from always finding loopholes.

Many people in the circle will be there that day, and it's necessary to appropriately declare sovereignty.

Upon hearing that Jiang Chengyun was getting engaged, Fang Youxi thought of Yun Qiao.

I ran into her while we were having dinner that day. She was working as a captain at the restaurant. Compared to my beloved, charming boss lady, she was dressed as a waitress that day and looked like a resilient little white flower. In short, the contrast was quite striking.

She casually asked, "Who are you engaged to?"

Mu Wangbei's heart skipped a beat. It was all over.

How could he have forgotten this? Jiang Chengyun, that scumbag, probably won't have much of an effect by holding an engagement banquet. Fang Youxi was already very opposed to marriage, and knowing that Jiang Chengyun broke up with his girlfriend of four years and married Tan Jia, she would probably be even more disgusted with the idea of ​​marriage.

"Isn't that the beloved boss lady I met before?" Fang Youxi asked while eating sweet and sour pork ribs.

Mu Wangbei shook his head: "No."

He thought for a moment and then added, "It seems they broke up; this was introduced by their families."

"Hmm, that's pretty fast. Did she start something and then abandon it, or did she find someone new? Tsk, these days, if you ask me, it's pretty boring to always talk about feelings, don't you think?"

How was Mu Wangbei supposed to respond to that? He shouldn't have started it in the first place.

"Is this sweet and sour pork rib good? I think they put in preserved plums so it's not too greasy." Mu Wangbei picked up a piece of pork rib and put it in Fang Youxi's bowl, trying to end the conversation.

Speaking of engagements and marriages, there's one person who's stubbornly clinging to their beliefs.

While gnawing on a rib, Fang Youxi said, "My older brother is getting married next month. In Tang Ze's words, his relationship with my future sister-in-law is currently at the level of knowing each other but not being close yet." After saying that, she shrugged and said, "I wish him happiness."

Mu Wangbei felt guilty. Why did he have to bring this up?

There isn't a single normal couple around me that I envy.

They'll only hold him back.

If this continues, Fang Youxi's views on marriage and relationships will only become more and more negative, which is not a good thing.

Mu Wangbei tried to offer some words of encouragement: "Tangtang, I don't know about others, but for me, a partner is really important. It doesn't matter if it's early or late, but it has to be the right person. For example, I met you when I was 27. I'm already very lucky to have met you. Some marriages are happy for a lifetime, and some will fail. But marriage is the only time in your life that you personally choose your family. You choose it yourself, so the process is very sacred, right?"

Fang Youxi thought about it seriously for a moment, then said with a look of disagreement, "That's not necessarily true. My dad tried to pick three times himself, and he failed all three times."

Mu Wangbei: ...

He rubbed his temples: "Sweetie, let's eat."

Choosing to bring up this topic during a meal was a complete mistake from the start.

Fang Youxi, having eaten her fill, remained unaffected, grinning, "This food is so delicious! If you keep feeding me like this, I'm going to get fat!"

As long as she's happy, that's all that matters. At least this topic is finally over.

Mu Wangbei picked her up with one hand, tugged at her for a couple of seconds, and then put her down: "You're too light. You'd look better if you gained some weight. Besides, you'll burn off the calories from eating so little by exercising tonight. Go to the living room and I'll clear the dishes."

Fang Youxi: ...

At this moment, the man in the restaurant rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular forearms, and wore a black bracelet on his wrist as he cleared away the dishes. The scene looked surprisingly sexy.

Mu Wangbei is really good-looking, the kind of good-looking that is upright and proper. You can tell at a glance that he is a good seedling cultivated by the country. Speaking of which, this bastard bit her last night.

This morning when she looked in the mirror, she noticed a tooth mark below her left ear, which hurt quite a bit.

Thinking back to last night, Fang Youxi could feel her breathing becoming noticeably warmer.

The saying "When people are well-fed and clothed, they start to think about desires" is really true. After being single for more than two months, Fang Youxi suddenly felt like she had become a bad person.

What did Mu Wangbei just say? "A little exercise tonight will burn off the calories."

She didn't want to know what sport Mu Wangbei was referring to.

But it's as if my brain automatically received some kind of signal.

Why can't I just go downstairs to the gym and run five kilometers?

Or perhaps, the two of them could take a stroll downstairs together on this breezy spring night?

Both count as exercise, right? Or is it the kind of exercise she's thinking of?

Fang Youxi closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing slightly, telling herself: I'm twenty-five years old, not in a nunnery, so it's normal.

Mu Wangbei turned around: "What are you standing there for? Go wash up, I'll be done in a bit."

Fang Youxi patted her head: Not only has she developed a love-struck brain, but it's also the same color as a banana, unbelievable.

When Mu Wangbei finished packing and came out, he saw Fang Youxi standing on tiptoe by the wall scrolling through her phone. He went over and ruffled her hair. "I'm going to the dressing room to pack my luggage. Would it be convenient for you to register my fingerprint? I need to go downstairs again in a bit. There are still two suitcases in the car."

She didn't want to go to his place, so when he came over, naturally there would be plenty of things.

Besides his personal clothes, uniform, and various daily necessities, there were also his books, computer, and some documents, which were packed up the night he returned to the Xishan Villa and had been kept in the car until now.

"How much stuff did you bring over? Besides, don't you have the password?"

"Entering a password always feels like being a guest." Although both passwords and fingerprints can be used to enter the house, the feeling is just different.

Mu Wangbei is a very detail-oriented person, and he is even concerned about the fact that this house belongs to Tang Ze.

But he couldn't change Fang Youxi; he could only change himself.

He plans to have the agent look for an apartment in the Platinum Residences tomorrow.

Fang Youxi tentatively asked, "With so much stuff, do you need me to help you pack?"

"Then help me pack my underwear. See where you think it's appropriate to put it. I'll take care of the rest myself."

Fang Youxi thought that she must have misunderstood him. Packing up so much luggage would be quite a workout.

She absolutely refused to admit that she was lusting after his body, since they had just done it last night.