Urban System: Beautiful lady, I really didn't steal your black stockings!

A hint of doubt arose in Cheng Zhe's mind. In his memory, Shen Yating was gentle and reserved, and would never pry into other people's private affairs so directly.

But then I thought, maybe it's normal to be curious after not seeing each other for so many years, and these are things that prove I'm doing well now, so there's no harm in being honest about it.

So he patiently responded to each question, explaining the company's main internet business, giving a general overview of the salary range, and briefly discussing the approximate returns from stock investments. He didn't go into too much detail, but it was enough to demonstrate his current financial situation.

When it came to the returns on his stock investments, he was afraid that Shen Yating would think he was bragging, so he subconsciously took out his phone, unlocked the screen, and looked up the profit details and transaction records in his stock account.

He turned slightly and gently brought the phone screen close to Shen Yating's face, adding sincerely, "Look, these are some of my recent profit records, not just bragging."

The red profit figures and clear transaction records on the screen were immediately apparent. He deliberately selected a few records with amounts that were not excessive but convincing enough to show, wanting to prove that what he said was true without appearing too ostentatious.

After Cheng Zhe finished speaking, Shen Yating didn't ask any more questions. She just said "Oh" softly, her gaze lingering on his phone screen for a few seconds before looking away.

He picked up the juice on the table, lowered his head and drank it slowly, concealing the emotions in his eyes. He looked thoughtful, as if he was pondering something.

Looking at her quiet profile, Cheng Zhe's doubts deepened, but he was too embarrassed to ask. After putting away his phone, he could only turn his attention back to the food on the table and the noise of the crowd.

Just then, Zhao Yu, who was in the main seat, suddenly raised his hand and slapped the table, saying loudly, "Everyone, please be quiet. I have a few words I'd like to say to you all."

Since Zhao Yu was the host of this gathering, everyone naturally gave him face, and the originally noisy private room quickly quieted down, with all eyes focused on him.

Someone chuckled and teased, "Hey, Mr. Zhao, what big news do you have to announce?"

Zhao Yu smiled, picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and then slowly said, "I just returned from Australia. I'm back to invest in some projects. Since we're all old classmates and know each other well, I was wondering if anyone's interested in joining me?"

These words immediately caused a small commotion in the private room.

Everyone knows that Zhao Yu studied abroad and has been able to stay in Australia for so many years, so his family must be very wealthy.

Now that he has offered to lead everyone in investing, everyone's interest has been piqued, and they are all looking at him with shining eyes.

Someone was already eagerly asking, "Zhao Yu, what project are you talking about? What exactly does it involve?"

Zhao Yu deliberately kept everyone in suspense, smiling mysteriously: "I won't go into the specifics of the project right now because there are too many people here, but it's definitely a project that will make a lot of money. Otherwise, why would I leave my comfortable life in Australia and come back here specifically for this project?"

His words made everyone even more eager.

Given Zhao Yu's family background, his claim of making big money is indeed much more credible than that of ordinary people.

Many people were clearly persuaded and crowded around to ask for details, their tone full of eagerness.

"Don't rush, everyone," Zhao Yu gestured to calm things down, then continued, "If you're interested, you can contact me privately after the dinner to learn more. I guarantee that working with me will ensure you don't lose money!"

Cheng Zhe sat there, listening to Zhao Yu's words, but a sense of unease crept into his mind; something felt off.

He subconsciously began to ponder: If it really was a sure-fire way to make money, why didn't Zhao Yu involve his family and relatives? Why did he specifically seek out these old classmates he hadn't seen in years and had become estranged from? There might be something fishy going on here.

With this doubt in mind, Cheng Zhe naturally had no intention of getting involved.

No matter how much the crowd surrounded Zhao Yu, asking him questions and engaging him in conversation, he simply sat quietly in his seat, occasionally picking up a piece of food with his chopsticks, his expression indifferent, showing no intention of joining in the fun.

The dinner party finally came to an end. As soon as Zhao Yu stood up, five or six people surrounded him, their eyes full of eagerness. They clearly wanted to take advantage of the end of the dinner to privately inquire about his "sure-fire" investment project.

With a confident smile on his face, Zhao Yu dealt with everyone while gesturing for them to go to the corridor for a detailed discussion.

Cheng Zhe glanced at his phone; it was almost ten o'clock, and the night was already deep.

He turned to look at Shen Yating beside him and found her tidying up her handbag, putting the lipstick on the table into it, clearly preparing to leave as well.

Cheng Zhe didn't linger any longer. He stood up, waved to Zhao Yu who was surrounded by the crowd, and called out loudly, "Zhao Yu, it's getting late. I'll head back now. Thank you for the hospitality tonight."

Zhao Yu turned around at the sound of his voice, smiled, and waved, "Alright! Cheng Zhe, take care! Let's get together again sometime!"

Cheng Zhe nodded, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the door of the private room.

After taking only two steps, he felt footsteps following behind him. When he turned around, he saw Shen Yating.

She whispered goodbye to Zhao Yu and quickly followed behind him. The two walked out of the private room one after the other and merged into the crowd of people leaving the venue.

As I stepped out of the banquet hall, a cool evening breeze blew in, carrying the unique tranquility of the night and instantly dispelling the noise and alcohol fumes of the dinner party.

Cheng Zhe took a deep breath, a sense of emotion rising in his heart: This class reunion had the thrill of unexpectedly reuniting with his beloved, as well as the sigh of worldly pursuits. Overall, being able to see Shen Yating again was already an unexpected joy.

As for what happens next, he didn't have too many expectations. After all, the two of them were no longer the naive teenagers they once were, and they had each taken different paths in life. There was no need to force any interaction. Perhaps the best ending was to say goodbye quietly like this.

With these thoughts in mind, Cheng Zhe walked straight toward the parking lot.

Using the parking lot streetlights, he quickly found his Mercedes, opened the door and got in. Just as he fastened his seatbelt and was about to start the car, he caught a glimpse of Shen Yating walking out of the banquet hall. Instead of heading in any other direction, she walked straight toward his car.

Cheng Zhe was taken aback, wondering if her car was also parked nearby.

He rolled down the driver's side window, waved to Shen Yating as she approached, and said with a smile, "Yating, I'm leaving now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to step on the gas to start the car when Shen Yating quickly stepped forward and grabbed the edge of his car window with one hand, preventing him from starting the car.

Cheng Zhe was stunned and turned to look at her in confusion.

"Cheng Zhe, can I get in the car?"

"I have something I want to tell you."

Shen Yating's voice was soft, but tinged with trepidation.