“This is Gucci’s latest model this year, it costs tens of thousands of dollars, and you have to queue up to buy it.” Sun Yurong said exaggeratedly, fiddling with a new apricot-colored bag in her hand, which she had bought in Hong Kong a few days ago.

Of course, it's not the latest model. New bags from brands like this are usually sold out as soon as they hit the market, unless you're a long-time customer who can reserve one. Sun Yurong's net worth isn't high enough for Gucci to give her special consideration. Her apricot-colored bag is a style from a few years ago, and it doesn't cost tens of thousands of yuan. You can buy it for a little over ten thousand yuan, which is considered a low-end luxury price.

But what others don't know is that for salaried workers who only earn three or four thousand yuan a month, spending tens of thousands of yuan on a useless bag is an unattainable dream. They would spend their money on living expenses and their children's education. A fifty-yuan bag is just as good as a practical one, and there is no need to pursue flashy but impractical luxury goods.

Although they thought this way, the ladies present were still envious and jealous, because their bags only cost a few hundred yuan, which were already their best bags, but they couldn't even compare to a fraction of the price of Sun Yurong's bag. They felt a pang of jealousy.

"It's so expensive! I definitely wouldn't be willing to spend tens of thousands of yuan on such a small bag." This was the honest opinion of one of the family members.

"Yu Rong doesn't care about tens of thousands of yuan. Look at the pigeon egg in her hand. We couldn't afford it even if we didn't eat or drink for a lifetime." Someone flattered her.

A stylishly dressed woman looked enviously at the huge diamond ring on Sun Yurong's hand and subconsciously withdrew her own hand. Her wedding ring was just a small diamond, but it still cost her husband several months' salary. She used to be proud of it, but in front of Sun Yurong's enormous diamond, she didn't dare to reach out her hand.

"Yu Rong's coat is really beautiful. I don't think I've seen it for sale in Pingjiang."

"I like Yu Rong's boots."

Several women surrounded Sun Yurong, commenting on her appearance with envious eyes. They all made sure to dress up nicely before going out, putting on exquisite makeup and fashionable clothes, believing that they would be the most beautiful sight at the party and would never embarrass their husbands.

But in front of the radiant Sun Yurong, their confidence was instantly shattered. They felt like country bumpkins, inferior to Sun Yurong in every way, and felt deeply resentful.

Sun Yurong was smug. Her purpose in attending the class reunion was to hear these flattering words and to see the envious and jealous looks from these country bumpkin women. This greatly filled the emptiness in her heart, and the inferiority complex she had developed from her impoverished childhood, adolescence, and youth also faded a lot.

"My clothes, shoes and bags are all bought in Hong Kong, where there are many new and fashionable styles," Sun Yurong said nonchalantly, but out of the corner of her eye she was carefully observing the changes in the eyes of the women around her.

Just as she expected, the country bumpkins looked at her with even more envy, jealousy, and hatred, which made Sun Yurong extremely happy.

Back then, she was incredibly envious of the wealthy female classmates who could wear new dresses all the time; now, it's others who envy her. It's true what they say, fortunes change every thirty years!

Everyone looked embarrassed, but felt a pang of jealousy. Some of these women had never even been to Hong Kong, even to buy a piece of clothing. The airfare was too expensive; they might as well use that money to pay off their mortgages in advance!

Ye Qingqing and Dong Siyue saw this scene as soon as they entered the private room. Sun Yurong attracted attention like a peacock, and someone deliberately asked about her love life, "You're young, beautiful, and rich, your boyfriend must have high standards, right?"