Oh no! Drunk last night, I accidentally wandered into my ex-boyfriend's room.

Lu Beiting's appearance was like a bombshell, instantly igniting the emotions in the private room.

Everyone's attention was focused on him, and they had long forgotten about the big scandal involving Ye Miaomiao's video.

A chorus of exclamations erupted around them, "Holy crap! It's actually Lu Beiting alive?!"

"Could it be dead...?"

"Waaaaah, he's even more handsome and sexy than he was in high school! He has this mature, sophisticated sex appeal now, who understands?!"

"Hey sis, can you take it easy? You're drooling all over me..."

The class monitor looked incredulous. "Didn't you refuse to participate? It's good that you're here; at least our whole class is finally here!"

"Brother Lu, let's add each other on WeChat. I have a project I'd like to collaborate on; you can take a look later..."

Everyone rushed to surround him, trying to establish a connection.

Lin Qian sat there motionless, as if petrified.

Lu Beiting, didn't he tell the class monitor he wasn't coming?

Why does it keep haunting me...?

Lin Qian didn't believe that Lu Beiting had come for her.

It was just a coincidence.

She kept her head down silently, trying to minimize her presence.

But the next moment.

A deep gaze fell precisely on her, heavy as a boulder pressing down on her, making it hard for her to breathe.

Lin Qian subconsciously looked up.

She saw Lu Beiting staring straight at her, his gaze penetrating the air without any attempt to conceal it, as if carrying a scorching heat.

The man's gaze, like a wild beast locking onto its prey, seemed to say silently:

"Gotcha again."

Zhu Zihao pointed to the main seat, a fawning smile on his face, "President Lu, would you like to sit here?"

Lu Beiting ignored what he said and walked through the noisy crowd.

The gleaming leather shoes landed on the ground, and he walked over step by step, precisely stepping to the rhythm of the heartbeat.

He finally stopped in the empty seat next to Lin Qian, his tall and slender figure looming over her, and then sat down next to her.

"I'll sit here."

Lin Qian's breathing became slightly sluggish, and the surrounding air seemed to thin out.

The waiter quickly came over to add more bowls and chopsticks for Lu Beiting.

Other classmates continued to persistently try to talk to him.

Lin Qian remained silent, only focusing on drinking her grape juice, pretending not to see him.

During his high school years, Lu Beiting was the most popular and beloved male god in the school.

A man who is first in academics, first in looks, and first in family background—a man who is good-looking, rich, talented, and stands at the top of the pyramid—never lacks the admiration and pursuit of women.

In contrast, Lin Qian was a completely insignificant nobody during high school, and was also the object of secret ridicule from the boys.

No one present knew that they had a secret relationship for a year during their junior year of college.

No one knows how many days and nights they spent in an ambiguous entanglement, or how many exciting and crazy positions they tried.

To others, the two were completely unrelated, worlds apart.

Ye Miaomiao was burning with jealousy when she saw Lu Beiting sitting next to Lin Qian.

How come Lin Qian, that brat, has such a lucky life?

Ye Miaomiao secretly clenched her fingertips.

But the next second, she saw Lu Beiting staring at her coldly, his intense gaze making her scalp tingle.

Lu Beiting leaned back in his chair, tapping the table absently with his index finger.

"What were you talking about, old men, before I arrived?"

Whenever this is mentioned, everyone recalls the argument between Ye Miaomiao and Lin Qian.

Ye Miaomiao preemptively declared, "It's nothing, just that three days ago, I saw Lin Qian go to buy birth control pills, then get into a Maybach and have sex with an older man in the car! Who knows how promiscuous she is in private!"

She raised her chin, a triumphant air on her face. "Lin Qian, dare you say that person wasn't you?"

In an instant, she turned all her anger towards Lin Qian.

All eyes were focused on Lin Qian's face, with expressions of inquiry and suspicion.

Before Lin Qian could even speak...

The man's deep, husky, and magnetic voice began to resonate:

"Excuse me, that's my car."

Lu Beiting stared coldly at Ye Miaomiao, his eyes devoid of any warmth, and questioned her sharply:

"You're calling me an old man?"

The air froze upon hearing this.

Not only Ye Miaomiao, but all the other students were stunned and speechless.

What?!

So, Lin Qian got into Lu Beiting's car?!

This is as absurd as Lin Daiyu and Sun Wukong dancing together.

Ye Miaomiao was completely dumbfounded, her ears ringing.

She did see Lin Qian get into the Maybach, and she assumed from the start that he was a fat, greasy old man with a beer belly. She never expected that it would be Lu Beiting.

Under Lu Beiting's warning gaze.

Ye Miaomiao quickly lowered her head and admitted her mistake, her voice trembling with fear:

"I'm...I'm sorry, it was all a lie. Please don't take my words to heart...It's all my fault..."

After she apologized, her classmates looked down on her even more.

The female classmate next to her looked at Lin Qian with curiosity, her gaze becoming more inquisitive, and asked directly:

"Lin Qian, so you and Lu Beiting are still in contact privately? How come you were sitting in the same car?"

Lin Qian's heart skipped a beat, but she pretended to be calm and said:

"Maybe Lu Beiting is just kind-hearted. He saw me running around in the rain without an umbrella and kindly offered to take me home. He's such a good person."

Otherwise, they couldn't very well say that it was because after they slept for a whole day and night, Lu Beiting pressed her down in the car and hugged her, could they?

This is absolutely amazing!

The female student was skeptical. "Is that really all there is to it?"

"Of course it's true." Lin Qian nodded repeatedly, acting as if she wasn't very familiar with Lu Beiting.

Lu Beiting, sitting next to him, was almost laughing in exasperation.

Row.

C. An unfamiliar, dead woman.

He turned cold and ruthless as soon as he got out of bed.

Lin Qian did not notice Lu Beiting's distorted emotions.

Until the meal officially begins.

Lin Qian just picked up a shrimp.

Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation on her calf.

It came and went, and the scratching made her very itchy.

Lu Beiting had long legs, and when he spread his legs apart, his black suit pants accidentally brushed against Lin Qianxue's fair and flawless calves.

Even a light touch felt like a fine electric current quickly spreading throughout my body.

It stirred up a dense, tingling sensation.

Lin Qian's heart skipped a beat, and she stiffly moved her leg to the side, trying to get away from a dangerous man.

Who knew what would happen next?

Lu Beiting's expensive, cold leather shoes suddenly hooked around her calf, rubbing it repeatedly, the sensation exceptionally clear.

"Clatter!"

Lin Qian lost her grip on her chopsticks and they slammed onto the table with a sharp, clear sound.