As night fell, Billy Manor, located on the outskirts of Haixia City, had been booked for the day.

It was said that a young wealthy lady had rented the manor for a simple purpose: to hold a class reunion. Although the purpose was straightforward, the scale was quite grand, as the rental fee for Billy Manor started at no less than one hundred thousand per day!

Under the night sky, a steady stream of cars parked at the entrance of the manor. Well-prepared waiters guided each guest into the estate.

At this moment, Song Siqing was already waiting at the door. She wore a beautiful evening gown, short in length, exposing her slender and rounded calves, making one unable to resist the urge to take a bite.

Occasionally, old classmates would greet Song Siqing and invite her to enter the manor together, but she refused them all, as she was waiting for someone.

“Didn’t Lin Zhiming say anything to Jingjing?” Song Siqing glanced at her watch and muttered to herself.

It was nearly seven-thirty, and most people had already arrived at the manor. She hadn’t seen anyone for the last ten minutes; essentially, all who were coming to the reunion had already shown up.

“Damn mosquitoes.” Yao Jing angrily swatted a mosquito on her arm.

Just then, two beams of light shone from a distance, growing closer until they finally stopped next to Song Siqing.

“Wow, a Rolls Royce Phantom! Which rich person is this?” Song Siqing exclaimed upon seeing the flying angel emblem on the front of the car, and then looked towards the car door.

Once the car came to a stop, the driver got out and opened the door.

“Wow, they can’t even open the door themselves. They must be a big shot!” Song Siqing muttered in surprise, and then she saw who got out of the car.

“Lin Zhiming!” Song Siqing was astonished as she watched him step out. At that moment, Lin Zhiming was wearing a handsome suit, different from his usual style, but Song Siqing recognized him at once.

Lin Zhiming seemed not to notice Song Siqing; he reached into the car towards someone inside, and then a pair of delicate hands emerged, resting on Lin Zhiming’s hand.

Lin Zhiming smiled slightly and gently pulled the owner of the delicate hands out of the car.

Yao Jing then appeared before Song Siqing.

“Wow!” Song Siqing exclaimed in surprise upon seeing Yao Jing.

“Siqing!” Yao Jing waved at her when she heard the voice.

“Oh my goodness, Jingjing, why did you arrive in a Rolls Royce?” Song Siqing walked over to Yao Jing in astonishment.

“Borrowed it from someone,” Yao Jing replied with a smile.

“Borrowed?!” Song Siqing was taken aback and then snapped, “Then why didn’t you come earlier? There were so many people at the entrance just now, and now there’s not a soul around. No one knows you came in a Rolls Royce!”

“Then shouldn’t you hurry and call people out to take a look?” Lin Zhiming suggested.

“Right! Exactly! Let’s go get them!” Song Siqing’s eyes lit up, and she intended to walk into the manor, but Yao Jing grabbed her.

“Come on, I can’t afford to lose face like that. Let’s go!” Yao Jing said, linking arms with Song Siqing as they walked forward.

Lin Zhiming glanced at his empty wrist, chuckled, and followed behind the two of them.

Upon passing through the manor’s gate, a large lawn appeared before everyone.

The lawn was already adorned with exquisite lanterns, casting a gentle glow in the night.

Under the colorful lights stood a long table, laden with delicious food.

Not far away, a Western band was playing cheerful music.

Groups of stylishly dressed young people chatted in pairs.

This was a very Western-style gathering, featuring a buffet setup.

Waiters walked among the guests, serving drinks.

When Yao Jing and Song Siqing stepped onto the lawn together, the previously bustling crowd suddenly fell silent, leaving only the sound of the band.

All eyes were fixed on Yao Jing and Song Siqing.

Yao Jing, wearing a light blue dress and holding a Chanel handbag, had a cool and noble demeanor, exuding an air of elegance.

Song Siqing, in a short skirt with light makeup, adorned with several designer items, had a smile on her face and sparkled with a lively spirit.

As soon as these two women, both breathtakingly beautiful yet with utterly distinct temperaments, entered the scene, they became the absolute focus of attention.

In contrast, Lin Zhiming, who appeared behind them, seemed somewhat overshadowed. Although he was handsome, the disparity between male attractiveness and female beauty was stark; a perfect ten in looks couldn’t quite measure up to a perfect ten in beauty.

“Yao Jing, Song Siqing! You two school beauties really made a grand entrance!” A woman with a striking appearance walked over, linking arms with a middle-aged fat man.

“Shuhui! I missed you so much!” Song Siqing let go of Yao Jing and excitedly walked up to the woman, opening her arms to embrace her.

Song Siqing’s warm gesture momentarily caught the woman off guard, but she quickly responded and hugged Song Siqing back, saying, “I haven’t seen you in so long. I really missed you, Siqing.”

“Women, oh women.” Lin Zhiming, not far away, couldn’t help but sigh. He had learned that Song Siqing and the woman named He Shuhui were not on good terms, yet here she was, putting on a show of deep sisterly affection. It was a pity she wasn’t trying out for "The Birth of an Actor."

“This must be your husband?” Song Siqing smiled at the middle-aged fat man beside He Shuhui.

The man stood about 1.7 meters tall, slightly shorter than the high-heeled Song Siqing, weighed around 170-180 pounds, and looked to be in his forties, resembling someone from Song Siqing's uncle's generation.

Although he wasn’t particularly good-looking or fit, his attire was anything but ordinary. From Song Siqing's perspective, his entire outfit was designer, worth at least over half a million. He wore a Richard Mille watch worth over a million.

“Hello, I’m Zhou Wenwei.” The middle-aged man politely extended his right hand, adorned with the Richard Mille, nonchalantly angling the watch face toward Song Siqing.

“Hello.” Song Siqing’s eyes crinkled into crescent shapes as she briefly shook Zhou Wenwei's hand.

At that moment, Yao Jing and Lin Zhiming walked up to He Shuhui.

“Darling, let me introduce you to someone. This is the school beauty I often mention, Yao Jing!” He Shuhui pointed at Yao Jing.

Zhou Wenwei quickly scanned Yao Jing from head to toe, and a glimmer of greed flashed in his eyes. He then extended his right hand again.

“Hello, Yao Jing. I’m Shuhui’s husband, Zhou Wenwei,” he said with a gentlemanly demeanor.

“Hello, I’m Lin Zhiming, Yao Jing’s husband,” Lin Zhiming took the initiative to extend his hand and shake Zhou Wenwei’s hand.

“Oh, hello!” Zhou Wenwei was momentarily taken aback, not expecting Lin Zhiming to reach out, but he quickly regained his composure and smiled, saying, “I’ve heard of your name as well.”

“Yao Jing, I’ve heard that your husband is the second young master of the Lin family. Is that true?” He Shuhui asked with a smile.

As soon as she said this, everyone turned to look at Lin Zhiming.

Most of these people had never seen Lin Zhiming before and didn’t even know his name, but they were aware that the Lin family had a wasteful second young master, who happened to be Yao Jing’s husband. The way He Shuhui deliberately mentioned the term "wasteful second young master" was loaded with meaning.

Everyone was curious to see how Lin Zhiming and Yao Jing would respond.

“Yes,” Yao Jing nodded and smiled as she linked her arm with Lin Zhiming, saying, “My husband is indeed the second young master of the Lin family.”

“Oh!! So it’s true!” He Shuhui glanced meaningfully at Lin Zhiming and then smiled at Yao Jing’s handbag, saying, “Wow, Jingjing, you actually bought a Chanel from the Lumiere Collection? That bag isn’t cheap, over four hundred thousand! I’ve always wanted one, but they’re out of stock in the country. Could you show it to me?!”

As soon as it was mentioned that Yao Jing's bag cost over four hundred thousand, everyone around immediately became interested and gathered around.

“Lumiere Collection?”

Yao Jing paused for a moment. She remembered the sales assistant saying her bag was from the Soulful Series, so how did it change to the Lumiere Collection in He Shuhui's words?

Despite her confusion, Yao Jing took off her bag and handed it to He Shuhui.

“Thank you! You’re so nice!” He Shuhui beamed as she took the bag, examining it closely. Then she showed a look of surprise and said, “Huh? Why does this look different from the collection I wanted? The texture, the leather, and this diamond-studded logo… There’s even a name inside… Is this not from the Lumiere Collection? I’ve never seen this style in Chanel’s store.”

As soon as He Shuhui said this, everyone around understood—so Yao Jing’s bag worth over four hundred thousand was a fake! And not a very convincing one at that!

“I don’t know about that; it was a gift from my husband,” Yao Jing replied.

“Oh, I see!” He Shuhui seemed to understand, casting a meaningful glance at Lin Zhiming as she said, “But this bag isn’t bad; it’s the thought that counts when it comes to gifts, after all, as the saying goes, ‘A small gift carries deep feelings!’”

Everyone around smiled as well. Lin Zhiming had bought a high-quality fake bag for Yao Jing, and she had been called out on it—this was quite embarrassing.

Song Siqing furrowed her brows slightly, shot an annoyed glance at Lin Zhiming, and then smiled, saying, “Alright, alright, I’m getting hungry. Can we start eating now?”

“Let’s start! Don’t be shy; I’ve prepared some premium Wagyu beef and Bordeaux red wine for tonight. There will be plenty to eat and drink. I’ve even arranged some rooms for you. If anyone gets drunk, they can go straight to bed. We have activities planned for tomorrow!” He Shuhui said with a smile.

“Staying overnight? That sounds great!” Song Siqing replied cheerfully.

Yao Jing frowned slightly; if they were staying overnight… wouldn’t that mean she’d have to share a room with Lin Zhiming?

She glanced at Lin Zhiming and found him looking at her with an excited expression.

“Getting naughty!” Yao Jing silently muttered to herself.