Undeterred, Yu Shaoning searched around, hoping to find his Sun Yurong. In fact, Sun Yurong was sitting at the same table as him, diagonally opposite him, but she was feeling guilty and had kept her head down ever since he came in. Yu Shaoning's search was so quick that he overlooked her and instead spotted Ye Qingqing and Dong Siyue at another table. His heart sank instantly.

It really was just one person!

Ye Qingqing is Sun Yurong's old classmate, and his appearance here indicates that Sun Yurong is his lover. He even came to attend the party. What should we do when we meet?

Yu Shaoning's smile faltered, his palms sweated, and for the first time, he lost his composure. He was secretly annoyed that he hadn't asked beforehand, otherwise he would never have come.

"Yu Rong, why are you always looking down? Didn't you just say your boyfriend is also an associate professor? Zi Qun's husband might know your boyfriend!"

The female classmate sitting next to Sun Yurong shouted loudly, and everyone looked at Sun Yurong. Sun Yurong, who had been pretending to be dead with her head down, had no choice but to raise her head and look at Yu Shaoning face to face, her smile becoming even more awkward.

How could she have known that her lover was actually her old classmate's husband, and that they were even having dinner at the same table? If she had known, she wouldn't have come to this ridiculous gathering. She should have just pretended not to know anything and waited for Yu Shaoning to get a divorce so she could naturally become Mrs. Yu.

What should she do now?

Sun Yurong quickly regained her composure. She was a seasoned expert in the martial arts world, and this small situation was no challenge for her.

“My boyfriend works at a university in Kyoto, so Ziqun’s husband probably doesn’t know him.” Sun Yurong glanced at Yu Shaoning and changed the subject.

Yu Shaoning chimed in, "I really don't know anyone in Kyoto. I also went to medical school."

"It's normal not to know them. There are so many universities and professors across the country. How can you know everyone? Let's order some food, eat well, and then go sing karaoke to relax."

Lu Ziqun's ability to liven up the atmosphere has become even stronger. With Song Hongye taking the lead, everyone ordered expensive dishes, which were served quickly, and they also ordered a few bottles of red wine.

"Thanks to Sun Yurong, this year's class reunion is on par with a five-star hotel. Come on, let's toast to the youth of all of us! Everyone, please feel free to make yourselves at home!"

Lu Ziqun stood up and raised his glass. Everyone else stood up as well. They drank a little, but those who were driving didn't drink alcohol and substituted soft drinks.

After having a few drinks, everyone spoke freely, and the atmosphere became even more lively. Those who could attend the class reunion were generally doing quite well; those who were not doing well usually wouldn't come.

Towards the end of the meal, the men gathered together while the women sat at another table, chatting about fashion brands and handbags—topics that women always care about. Only Qian Manduo couldn't join the conversation; she never cared about or understood these things, as Xi Murong bought them all for her and coordinated her clothes—his taste was much better than hers.

"Hey, Manduo, your bag is exactly the same as Sun Yurong's. It must cost tens of thousands, right?" someone exclaimed in surprise.

Qian Manduo glanced down and shook his head. "No need for so much, just two hundred yuan."

She would never carry a bag worth tens of thousands of yuan, and she thinks a two-hundred-yuan bag is too expensive. This bag is so small, it's not as convenient as a handbag. It can't even fit documents, and it bulges out if you stuff two apples in it.

The air grew quiet as everyone turned to look at Sun Yurong. They were more inclined to believe that Sun Yurong was lying, given her long criminal record.

Sun Yurong was so angry that her voice rose to a shrilly, "I bought this from a brand-name store with clearly marked prices, and I even have an invoice. Two hundred yuan can't even buy a single ribbon. So, yours isn't a counterfeit, is it?"