Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

Thank you to the decadent warrior for the character summoning and to Xiuer for the generous donations. I'll add an extra chapter for you.

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The revolving doors of the Triumph Hotel slowly turned, shutting out the cold wind from outside.

The lobby was resplendent in gold and the heating was on full blast.

Bai Li walked in front, with Zhang Qian holding his left arm, and Li Mengmeng following behind on the right like a little tail, occasionally poking Bai Li's back with her little hand, having a great time.

This trio is sure to turn heads.

Zhang Qian, in particular, looked stunning in her dark green dress, which shimmered under the crystal chandelier. Combined with the aloof elegance she exuded, cultivated by Bai Li,

Even the passing waiters couldn't help but take a second look, wondering which family's young lady she was.

"Hey! Wait for me!"

Xia Qing finally came to her senses and caught up with him in her high heels.

She forced her way to Li Mengmeng's side, shoved Li Mengmeng hard with her shoulder, and said through gritted teeth in a low voice:

"What did you mean just now? Didn't I tell you not to steal the spotlight? Did you ignore me?"

Li Mengmeng stumbled from the impact, immediately giving off a cute, fertilized bunny expression, and timidly shrank behind Bai Li:

"Sister Qingqing... I didn't, it was Brother Bai Li who spoke to me first... Please don't push me, it hurts."

That trembling "It hurts so much!" was enough to melt anyone's heart.

Bai Li stopped and turned around to give Xia Qing a cold look.

Are you sick?

The three words were like a slap across Xia Qing's face.

"I..." Xia Qing was stunned, and was about to argue that it was just sisters playing around.

"Go get treatment if you're sick." Bai Li frowned, looking at her as if she were something dirty.

"If you're having mental problems, go see a neurologist; if you're going through menopause, go see a gynecologist. Don't come here like a mad dog, biting people indiscriminately and ruining your mood."

After saying that, he reached out and pulled Li Mengmeng to his other side, forming a situation with two protectors on the left and right, completely isolating Xia Qing from the outside.

"Walk."

The three of them walked away, leaving Xia Qing standing there, trembling with anger.

……

Third floor, the Imperial Hall.

Despite its impressive name, it's really just a large private room with slightly more luxurious decor.

There were already quite a few people inside, about twenty or so, chatting animatedly.

It was less of a class reunion and more of a large-scale Versailles-style event combined with a venting session.

"Hey, where's Mr. Wang making his fortune these days? I heard he's even become a department head?"

"Hey, he's just trying to make a living. How can he compare to our young master Zhao Gang? I heard he's driving an Audi now, even though he's contracting projects."

"That's right, Gang-ge is the pride of our class. By the way, why hasn't Gang-ge arrived yet?"

Just then, the door to the private room was pushed open.

"What are you all talking about? Are you all praising my looks?"

Zhao Gang's loud voice rang out.

He walked in with messy hair and wearing a leather jacket, looking smug and cocky.

Zhang Yan followed behind him.

Zhang Yan wore heavy makeup and a low-cut leopard-print mini-skirt, as if she wanted to show off all her assets.

The makeup on her face was a bit too thick, and it couldn't hide the fatigue under her eyes and the haggard look of someone who was overworked.

"Hey! Gang's here!"

"Hello, Brother Gang! Hello, Sister-in-law!"

Several male classmates who were already sycophantic in the group immediately stood up, offering cigarettes and pulling out chairs, acting as if they were seeing their own fathers.

Zhao Gang thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention.

He swaggered into the main seat, crossed his legs, and glanced around the room.

"What's going on? Not everyone's here yet?" Zhao Gang deliberately glanced at his watch and shouted, "Where's Bai Li? And Zhang Qian? Are they too scared to come?"

His words caused a few seconds of silence in the private room.

Who doesn't know that Zhao Gang and Bai Li don't get along?

This is clearly the prelude to another war.

In the corner, a slightly chubby man wearing a hoodie sneered; it was Wang Wei.

He said in a sarcastic tone while cracking sunflower seeds:

"What's the rush? The main characters always arrive last. Only the extras rush in early to grab the lunchbox."

"Wang Wei! What the hell did you say?" Zhao Gang exploded as soon as he heard this, slamming his fist on the table and trying to stand up.

Just then, the door to the private room was pushed open again.

The waiter bowed respectfully and gestured "please," after which four figures walked in.

The air in the entire private room seemed to freeze in that instant.

All eyes, whether male or female, were fixed on the doorway as if drawn by a magnet.

There's no fancy background music or exaggerated special effects.

But the visual impact is undeniable.

Bai Li stood in the middle, tall and with long legs, his handsome face making people want to scream.

Zhang Qian on the left is elegant and aloof, while Li Mengmeng on the right is soft, cute, and adorable.

Xia Qing, who comes later, may not be as pretty as Zhang Qian and Li Mengmeng, but she is still considered quite beautiful.

The exquisite style of the four characters is completely different from the image of their classmates who have already been through the ups and downs of society, looking haggard, and some of them have even become overweight and weathered.

"Sorry I'm late."

Why is everyone so quiet? Is it... because they don't like to talk?