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Chapter 91 What the hell are you pretending for?

Seeing her so blatantly asking for money, some of the boys at the table looked at Song You'an with disdain.

Xu Ziyang pursued her several times in college but she never agreed. She thought she was so high and mighty, but now she's just greedy for money.

Someone said sarcastically, "You're asking that, Youan. Aren't all red envelopes just a token of goodwill? How come you're trying to extort money from Ziyang?"

"How can this be considered extortion? Didn't Cao Xuan say that Xu Ziyang would definitely give me a big red envelope? I was just curious about how big the red envelope would be. Can't I even ask?"

Li Chuge chimed in, "That's right, You An never asked you to give her red envelopes from beginning to end. It was Cao Xuan who said it. Now you're turning around and saying You An is extorting Xu Ziyang? You men are really funny."

"Oh, we're all classmates, there's no need to get so worked up over such a small thing," Xu Ziyang said, trying to smooth things over, though he was secretly delighted.

Because the conversation kept revolving around him and Song Youan, he felt that their relationship was now intertwined.

"It's only natural for me to give a big red envelope since Youan's studio is opening, right?"

Xu Ziyang looked at Song Youan and gave her what he thought was a handsome smile, saying generously, "Youan, name your price, I'll give you any amount you want in a red envelope."

"Ziyang is so generous!"

Cao Xuan quickly gave a thumbs up.

However, Xu Ziyang's usual way of showing off has been seen by all of us classmates for four years, and we've long since gotten used to it.

Moreover, most people understand Song Youan's personality. If she really liked Xu Ziyang or really loved money, she wouldn't have kept rejecting him during college.

Xu Ziyang, a well-known rich kid at school, spends money on girls like water, but he can't spend any of his money on Song Youan.

Song Youan just scoffed dismissively, ignoring Xu Ziyang's words. However, her scoff only amplified the sarcasm, causing Xu Ziyang to subconsciously frown.

"What are you laughing at? Do you think I can't afford it?"

Cao Xuan chimed in, "You're underestimating Ziyang. He'd definitely be willing to spend money on you."

Song Youan said softly and calmly, "I'd better not speak. Didn't Young Master Ziyang chicken out last time he tried to speak?"

Last time?

Xu Ziyang was taken aback, then he understood what Song Youan meant by "last time." It was a while ago at the sales center when Song Youan said that if he bought her a house, she would agree to be his girlfriend.

He asked for a house worth 30 million yuan—who would have thought? He was genuinely quite shocked at the time.

The others were puzzled and didn't know what Song Youan meant.

Xu Ziyang swallowed awkwardly, chuckled twice, picked up his glass, and called for everyone to drink together, trying to cover up the topic.

Because of what happened last time, Xu Ziyang suddenly became afraid that Song Youan would ask him for another ten or twenty million.
Don't think it's an exaggeration. If Song Youan really dares to say that, he'll be the one who loses face and embarrasses himself later.

Cao Xuan hadn't realized what was happening yet, and opened his mouth to say something, but Xu Ziyang quietly covered his mouth.

She gave him a sharp look, signaling him to shut up!

Li Chuge scoffed disdainfully, "He's not done showing off yet, Youan, you're the one who has to teach him a lesson!"

Song Youan smiled helplessly. She didn't want to have anything to do with Xu Ziyang, but if he kept clinging to her mindlessly and trying to force a connection with her, she wouldn't let him feel comfortable.

Ge Hui peeked out and looked at Li Chuge: "Gege, what did you see in him back then?"

Li Chuge glared at him: "Sister, can you stop bringing up things that are hard to talk about? Isn't that just a dirty secret? Just think of me as someone who's after his money." Using money on Xu Ziyang is the most respectable excuse you can give.

Because this person really didn't have any good qualities, Li Chuge wouldn't have been so easily fooled by his sweet talk at such a naive age if she hadn't been so unfamiliar with him since the beginning of her freshman year.

Upon hearing this, Song Youan smiled and gave Li Chuge a thumbs up: "I still admire you. He has pursued almost all the girls in our class, but you're the only one who dared to come today."

"Because I'm carefree, I've let go of him a long time ago. Now, looking at him is no different from looking at a pile of cow dung."

Xu Ziyang's playboy personality meant that almost every relationship he had ended due to cheating. Many of his exes still hate him to the core and naturally don't want to see him.

In the front of the Chinese restaurant, Chi Yu approached the manager and asked, "Has Miss Song finished eating and left?"

The manager shook his head and said, "No, I was just pulled into room 688 by an acquaintance. They just started serving the dishes. It seems to be a classmate reunion."

A class reunion?

I haven't heard Youan mention it.

"Give each person 688 a complimentary braised sea cucumber, premium wine-quenched abalone, and Huading Old Broth."

These three dishes are all signature dishes of Lanting Chinese Restaurant, and they are all charged per person, one serving per person, with a unit price of over a thousand yuan, because the ingredients are the most premium.

The manager nodded and was about to give the order when Chi Yu stopped him again and said, "Send two more bottles of red wine, Iral 86."

The wine costs nearly 200,000 yuan per bottle, but the restaurant manager knew that Ms. Song was a Black Gold Card lifetime member, so it was only natural that President Chi would serve her in any way he wanted.

Not daring to delay, they hurriedly went down to prepare.

Xu Ziyang has always been a fan of prestige, because he enjoys watching people's shocked expressions of being unseen before, so the dishes he ordered this time were all high-end.

Lanting's Chinese restaurant has always placed great emphasis on ingredients, and the dishes served one by one prompted everyone to take out their phones to take pictures.

"Ziyang, how much does a meal at Lanting cost?"

Someone finally couldn't help but ask.

Xu Ziyang leaned back in his chair, looking completely nonchalant, and said, "It's not much money. If you include drinks, 30,000 to 50,000 should be enough."

Everyone was secretly alarmed; the dish was beautifully presented, but it was far too expensive.

Looking at everyone's expressions, Xu Ziyang couldn't help but smile with satisfaction: "You guys don't know, do you? Here, a plate of ordinary stir-fried shredded potatoes costs 388 yuan, and that's the lowest price for a dish."

"A golden potato?" someone exclaimed.

Xu Ziyang put on an air of knowledge and smiled, "The potatoes are certainly good potatoes, but the real expensive ones are the chefs in the kitchen. The head chef of Lanting Chinese Restaurant is a chef who has served state banquets. It's normal for the price of dishes made by him to be several times higher."

"Furthermore, considering the different environment, service, and target audience of Lanting, a plate of shredded potatoes priced at 388 yuan is already considered very cost-effective."

Hearing his undisguised sense of superiority, the three girls rolled their eyes in unison.

What are you pretending for?

At this moment, the door to the private room opened, and waitresses dressed in Chinese cheongsams lined up neatly and walked in one after another.

Each of them carried a tray with a delicate little porcelain cup on it, which they presented to each person to the astonished gaze of the crowd.