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

Less than five minutes later, Jiang Chengyun's wail echoed from inside the private room: "I'm sober now, stop hitting me!"

Rong Qian and Chi Mo thought Mu Wangbei had made a move, so they exchanged a glance and rushed in.

Mu Wangbei stood tall, looking at Jiang Chengyun expressionlessly, holding a cell phone in his hand. It was unclear who he was calling, as the phone was making a beeping sound, indicating that the call had not yet been connected.

Jiang Chengyun, staggering from drinking, stood up and tried to grab the phone. He muttered, "I'll behave, don't really hit me!"

"Hello, is this Wang Bei?" The other end of the phone answered. Mu Wang Bei turned on the speakerphone with one hand and pressed down on Jiang Chengyun, who was still struggling, with the other hand.

The moment he heard the sound, Jiang Chengyun immediately muted his microphone and stood up straight.

Chi Mo recognized the voice as that of his cousin Tan Zifeng and dared not breathe.

It turns out the call was meant for Tan Zifeng. Mu Wangbei is really ruthless; he subdued Jiang Chengyun with a single move.

"Uncle Tan, it's me. Have you arrived in Beicheng yet?"

"I just got off the plane and am going to the hotel to change my clothes. Your grandfather is home, right? I'll go over tonight to see him."

"Yes, I'm here. Grandpa was talking about you the other day, Uncle Tan. I'm calling you because I have something I want to tell you."

Jiang Chengyun's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down. He silently said, "I'll stop now, just leave me alone."

"Go ahead, Uncle Tan is listening."

Mu Wangbei glanced at Jiang Chengyun, then changed the subject: "My father isn't in Beicheng. His blood pressure has been a bit high these past few days, so he probably won't be able to attend the engagement banquet tomorrow. Please forgive him."

"It's alright, it's just an engagement party, we wouldn't dare trouble him. Is your dad in Fuzhou? I saw on the news that he has an important meeting there these past few days, he can't get away, please understand."

"Thank you for your understanding, Uncle Tan. I have some things to do tonight, so I won't be going to the Xishan Villa. I'll arrive earlier tomorrow."

"Alright, alright, this child is too kind."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Chengyun slumped on the sofa like a lump of mud, too angry to speak. He didn't dare to anger Mu Wangbei, but was mainly angry at himself for being a coward.

The first thing Mu Wangbei asked when he came in was, "Don't you want to get engaged?"

Jiang Chengyun was utterly dejected: "Qiaoqiao is so down on her luck that she has to sell jewelry now. She's been with me for four years, and I really can't let her go. I really don't want to get engaged. I'm so..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mu Wangbei interrupted him: "If you don't want to book, then don't. I'll call Tan Zifeng and tell him that you can't forget your ex-girlfriend and that your marriage to Tan Jia is off. Don't worry, Uncle Tan is a respectable man and won't really break your legs."

Before Jiang Chengyun could react, Mu Wangbei had already dialed the number.

Jiang Chengyun sobered up instantly. He knew the seriousness of the matter. The engagement invitations had been sent to most of the Beicheng circle. If he dared to cause trouble at this critical juncture, not only Tan Zifeng, but his old man would be the first to break his legs.

This is no joke.

He is now fully awake.

He couldn't afford to lose face, and neither could the Jiang family. The key issue was that if he dared to break off the engagement, his career would be ruined. Tan Zifeng's methods would likely prevent him from ever earning money in this line again.

Rong Qian and Chi Mo exchanged glances, both inwardly giving Mu Wangbei a thumbs up.

Mu Wangbei scoffed twice: "Chengyun, you're twenty-eight now. Act like a man. Relationships aren't child's play. If you can't let go of that past relationship, then make things clear with Tan Jia. Even if the first few years are tough, you won't starve if you start over. No one forced you to get engaged. Since you made the decision yourself, you have to take responsibility for it. Cut ties with the past as soon as possible, or I'll look down on you."

"You make it sound so easy. If your Fang Youxi keeps changing her mind, do you think you can just stay with her forever?"

"Why not? Besides, being with her has never been a waste of time. The main reason she's unwilling is because I haven't done enough to give her a sense of belonging. A man should learn to look for problems within himself instead of dumping them on his wife. Are you even a man?"

Jiang Chengyun remained silent.

Chi Mo was about to go over and offer a few more words of comfort when Mu Wangbei stopped him with a look.

"Leave him alone, let him calm down. He should go to the venue early tomorrow to greet the guests. Everyone, go now."

Mu Wangbei went out first.

He overestimated Jiang Chengyun; it wouldn't take long at all, it would only take 10 minutes.

It would be better to go back and spend time with Tangtang; who wants to stay here listening to him ramble on about nothing?

If one's conscience is troubled, yet one cannot give up wealth and power, wanting everything and hesitating back and forth, one will only harm oneself.

If you can't make up your mind, then help him see his own heart clearly. Don't spoil him too much. Don't be too harsh, for fear of disfiguring him and making things look bad at the engagement banquet tomorrow.

On the way back, Mu Wangbei drove with one hand on the wheel and played music.

His words of advice made him confront his own heart more directly.

Actually, he still wants to get married, although it's not the right time yet.

He longed for marriage and for building a home of their own with Fang Youxi, but there was no rush; they had plenty of time.

At least one thing is certain now: regardless of whether they get married or not, he will not separate from Fang Youxi again.

It's not easy to meet someone you love; from a probability perspective, it's already extremely rare.

He had previously read a paper that was a statistical prediction based on a mathematical model, which stated that the probability of two people falling in love globally was about 0.000049% (49 in a million), while the probability of meeting true love in one's lifetime could be as low as 0.00006%.

Mutual selection, on the other hand, requires mutual emotional resonance between two people, and the probability of success depends on the independent events of "you love him" and "he loves you," further reducing the likelihood of a positive outcome.

So at the friends' gathering that day, Tangtang said that they were going in the same direction, and he was very happy.

He and Fang Youxi arrived home less than an hour apart. Fang Youxi had just finished showering and was quite surprised to see Mu Wangbei: "Didn't you say you had something to do and wouldn't be back until late?"

"It's been resolved."

"So fast?"

"It's not a big deal. Some people need to be taught a lesson. They'll behave when they're cornered and have no way out."

Fang Youxi complimented him: "My Prosecutor Mu is really amazing. I just don't know if blocking my door when we broke up counts as being cornered."

Bringing up old grievances is pointless.

Mu Wangbei didn't answer directly, but instead chose to feign amnesia and changed the subject: "What are you wearing to the engagement party tomorrow? I'll help you pick out a dress, okay?"

Fang Youxi wrapped her arms around his waist: "If I really throw away the bracelet, will you keep your promise and never bother me again?"

Mu Wangbei met her gaze: "I'm afraid not. Although I still feel embarrassed thinking about it now, I'll most likely think of another way."

"For example?"

"For example, I would buy one myself, then pretend it was you who bought it, and come to you so we could get back together."

Fang Youxi: ...

Even she, who prided herself on being a dating expert, was stunned. Could this really be done?

Damn it, that's amazing!