The next day Jiang Zhiyuan went to Mu Yichen’s office and harshly criticized their lack of morals. Mu Yichen, feeling annoyed, opened a document but wasn’t really paying attention, so he pressed the intercom to call Secretary Xi in. As soon as Secretary Xi entered, she saw Jiang Zhiyuan looking at her with displeasure, which made her heart tighten: "Young Master Jiang!" "Young Master Jiang? No need to be so formal anymore. Maybe soon I’ll have to call you sister-in-law. But Secretary Xi, where are your principles? How could you let that scumbag stay overnight in your apartment? You two aren’t officially together, and yet you spent the night with him. He didn’t even want to get married; isn’t this a losing deal for you?" Secretary Xi tried her best to maintain her professional demeanor. Even though she had a lot to say in her mind, she kept a calm and composed appearance, silently listening to Jiang Zhiyuan’s provocations. Mu Yichen slightly lifted his eyes, guessing that Jiang Zhiyuan was aggrieved because he waited outside Xi Meng’s apartment all night after being kicked out of the car by Jing Feng last night but didn’t get what he wanted. But talking to Xi Meng ... If Qiao Yi heard, he might beat Jiang Zhiyuan up. "Put down the files and leave!" Mu Yichen lowered his eyes, pretending to seriously flip through the folder, and instructed Xi Meng without looking up. Xi Meng, feeling like she had been pardoned, hurriedly stepped forward to put down the files, then nodded and quickly left as if fleeing. Jiang Zhiyuan sat in the chair looking even more frustrated after she left, frowning: "You’re making excuses for any woman other than Xiaomu." "I’m saving you from getting beaten up by Lao Qin." Mu Yichen kindly reminded him, with sincerity hidden in his sharp eyes. As a result, Jiang Zhiyuan was left speechless with words stuck in his throat. But Jiang Zhiyuan still felt wronged. He simply didn’t want to pay for the entire year’s expenses for those young masters, so why was it so difficult? Besides, Qiao Yi always told everyone that Xi Meng was guarding the line and wouldn’t let him through. So what happened? Did they really spend the night together, just talking under the blankets? It’s already the start of winter. Jiang Zhiyuan left before Qiao Yi arrived at the office, and the morning became peaceful again because of his departure. However, after leaving Mu Yichen’s office, Jiang Zhiyuan went to Qin Mu’s studio. Qin Mu was forced to stop her work and listened to the man sitting on the sofa, smoking and complaining to her. "Then why did you bet with them?" Qin Mu simply asked out of curiosity. Jiang Zhiyuan almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Why did he? Of course, he just had a momentary lapse of reason! Otherwise, how could he have ended up in such a miserable situation? "But, Xiaomu, the reason I lost the bet actually has something to do with you. While you were clearly sick, why didn’t you keep Yichen at home to take care of you and instead let him go out drinking with us at night? Didn’t you used to hate him drinking with us the most?" Jiang Zhiyuan asked, curious. "No, I never hated him drinking with you guys! I only hated you talking bad about me behind my back." Qin Mu said with utmost honesty, looking at him with her big, clear eyes suggesting. "But, Young Master Jiang, do you really care about reimbursing that little bit of meal money for everyone? The Jiang Family is one of the wealthiest in Rongcheng." "Darn! Do you really not know how many social gatherings your husband has in a year at AM? Three hundred sixty-five days a year, not even counting real estate and cars, just the pharmaceutical dinners—there have to be more than three hundred. You think that’s a small amount? If it were just meals for you two, of course, I wouldn’t even blink an eye." Jiang Zhiyuan explained. When Qin Mu heard him mention not blinking an eye, she found his words untrustworthy, clearly noting he paused when he said it. "So what can I do for you? Don’t expect me to help you cancel the bet; I don’t have that ability." Qin Mu thought about the consequences of meddling and immediately shook her head in resistance, refusing before he could even ask. "Xiaomu, we’re on such good terms, and you refuse me without even thinking?" Jiang Zhiyuan asked her sadly, shifting his position on the sofa, spreading out his smoking hand, frowning, with his eyes full of disappointment and sorrow. "Usually, when you ask me to help you pursue An Nan, I never refuse you, but when it comes to betting matters between you brothers, it’s not suitable for me as a woman to get involved. And you should understand Mu Yichen’s temperament better than I do; if I say even one more word, I’m afraid I won’t end well, and you won’t... end well, right?"