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Fu Kai stood at the hotel entrance, his gaze sweeping over the dense crowd in the parking lot, then at the two Land Rover Defenders parked side by side, and finally at Zhang Yifan and Zhang Yang, who were surrounded by the crowd.

"All the dishes are served. What are you having this little meeting about? Hurry up and go inside. Everyone's here except for your table."

Everyone then came to their senses.

Having just graduated, they still held Fu Kai in high esteem and greeted him warmly.

Someone went over and briefly explained what had happened: Zhang Yang's car was scratched by Zong Wen while backing up, and Zhang Yifan had bought a new car. Both Land Rovers were parked at the entrance, and everyone came out to watch the commotion.

After listening, Fu Kai raised an eyebrow slightly and lingered on Zhang Yifan for a moment.

Two Land Rover Defenders, one costing nearly a million yuan and the other nearly three million yuan.

He has been teaching for over twenty years and has seen many wealthy students, but Zhang Yifan, who only topped up his meal card with fifty yuan before the college entrance exam and drove a three-million-yuan Land Rover to the class reunion right after graduation, is truly a first.

However, he didn't ask any further questions. He simply waved his hand, urging everyone to hurry back to their private rooms.

The group filed back into the private room, and the seats were rearranged without anyone noticing.

Fu Kai was pushed to the main seat, Zhang Yifan was pushed to Fu Kai's side, and Zhang Yang was pushed to Fu Kai's other side.

This seating arrangement is quite subtle.

The province's top scorer and the son of a wealthy family stood on either side, like two guardian deities.

Lin Wanqing's eyes lit up, and she went straight to sit down in the empty seat next to Zhang Yifan.

Zhang Yifan pulled out a chair and said, "This seat is taken."

Then he turned and shouted at Zong Wen, who was still texting Tang Xiaonuan at the door.

"Zongwen, come and sit down."

Zong Wen responded and quickly ran over to sit down. After sitting down, he started chatting with Fu Kai, saying that he had just gotten his driver's license and crashed into Zhang Yang's BMW on the very first day. Fu Kai almost spat out the tea in his mouth.

Lin Wanqing stood there, unsure whether to leave or stay.

She didn't expect Zhang Yifan to reject her so directly in front of the whole class.

He used to be such a devoted follower, but now he won't even let her sit next to him.

It seems that the road to winning back Zhang Yifan will be long and arduous.

Seeing her standing there awkwardly, Zhang Yang was secretly pleased. He quickly waved to her and pointed to the empty seat next to him: "Wanqing, come sit here, there's a seat here!"

Lin Wanqing glanced at him.

She knew that Zhang Yang was also a second-generation rich kid, and in the past she probably would have thought he was alright.

But Zhang Yifan was sitting right across from her, so how could she possibly sit next to another boy in front of him?

She ignored Zhang Yang and went around the table to sit opposite Zhang Yifan.

This is the best spot; you can see him when you look up, and you can also see her face when he looks down to pick up food.

Zhang Yang's hand froze in mid-air, his smile lingered for a moment, and then he awkwardly withdrew his hand and sat back down in his seat.

Those classmates who had previously fawned over him were now quiet, and no one mentioned "Central Academy of Drama," "BMW," or "cement factory" anymore.

Fu Kai saw all of this, but he said nothing.

Having been a homeroom teacher for over twenty years, he knew all too well that the undercurrents at graduation parties were unstoppable, as long as no fight broke out.

He took a sip of tea, smiled, and told Zhang Yifan to let everyone say a few words.

Zhang Yifan stood up and said briefly and sincerely, "Three years have passed quickly. Thank you, Teacher Fu, for never giving up on us, and thank you everyone for your companionship over the past three years. No matter where you go in the future, please keep in touch."

After saying that, he sat down.

Fu Kai nodded, holding his thermos, and said this was the class he was most proud of ever teaching.

Halfway through the party, Lin Wanqing stood up with her wine glass in hand.

The private room fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on her and Zhang Yifan.

She raised her glass, her tone sincere, so sincere it was unlike the haughty class beauty she usually was: "Yifan, over the past year, I've been too willful and naive, causing you a lot of trouble. I've thought about it for a long time and feel I owe you a formal apology. I hope you can forgive me."

After saying that, she finished the wine in her glass in one gulp, then looked up at Zhang Yifan with a pitiful expression.

Zhang Yifan picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and said, "What's past is past."

There was no mockery, no indifference, and no superfluous emotion.

It's like talking about something that's long forgotten and has little to do with you.

Lin Wanqing smiled sweetly and said okay, then sat down.

Zong Wen whispered to Zhang Yifan, "Has Lin Wanqing changed her mind? She actually apologized to you in public."

Zhang Yifan picked up a piece of cold dish with his chopsticks and said in a nonchalant tone, "Who knows what she's up to?"

Others might think Lin Wanqing was sincerely apologizing, after all, her words just now were heartfelt, and her eyes were slightly red, she seemed to really regret it.

But Zhang Yifan knew in his heart that someone like Lin Wanqing would never truly realize her mistakes.

She apologized only because his current net worth showed her new possibilities.

She wasn't apologizing; she was using a strategic retreat to advance.

But all of this has nothing to do with him anymore, since he will never have any contact with her again.

Zhang Yang sat opposite him and saw the whole scene clearly.

He watched Lin Wanqing holding a wine glass, apologizing to Zhang Yifan with such a pitiful look on her face, and then watching her give him a sweet smile after being casually dismissed by Zhang Yifan. He almost broke the chopsticks in his hand.

Why?! Why is it that Zhang Yifan, a bookworm from an ordinary family, can win Lin Wanqing's favor?!

Zhang Yang is the real rich kid. His family owns a cement factory and their annual income is several times that of an ordinary working-class family. What else can Zhang Yifan do besides take exams?

Tonight he must find a chance to embarrass Zhang Yifan and let everyone know that this so-called top scorer in the province is nothing but a fraud!

He absolutely did not believe that Zhang Yifan had bought those two Land Rovers himself.

So what if I'm number one in the province? So what if the city and school awarded me two million? Plus, I won three hundred thousand in scratch-off lottery tickets. At most, I only have a little over two million. How am I going to buy a three million car?

It's definitely an act; he has to find a flaw.

The atmosphere in the private room gradually warmed up, and Zhang Yang stood up with a wine glass in his hand.

He had a deliberately forced smile on his face, as if he were just chatting casually, but his voice was just loud enough for everyone at the table to hear: "Yifan, we're all classmates, and we're all quite curious... how did you manage to buy two Land Rovers in such a short time? What's your secret to making money? Tell us about it so we classmates can benefit from it."

His words were perfectly watertight.

On the surface, it's a compliment, but in reality, it's putting Zhang Yifan on the hot seat.

Either you explain in public where your money came from, or you have to admit there's something fishy going on.

The other students all looked over, some genuinely curious, others just waiting to see what would happen.

Just as Zhang Yifan was about to speak, his phone suddenly rang.

He glanced down at the caller ID and a slight smile played on his lips.

The phone call came at such a perfect time; it was almost as if it was deliberately designed to embarrass his classmates.