"Ye Qingqing's twins are absolutely gorgeous, like porcelain dolls. Her eldest son is even taller than her. Oh my, I envy Ye Qingqing the most in our class. That's what life is all about. We're just barely surviving." Sun Yurong was genuinely flattering her.
She envied Ye Qingqing for marrying a good husband, for having three beautiful and lovely children, and for Ye Qingqing's youth and beauty. She was no longer jealous; all that remained was longing.
"It's not as good as you say. The two little ones are always bickering and their studies aren't good either. It's driving me crazy," Ye Qingqing said modestly.
“Kids these days are so naughty, unlike us who were obedient from a young age. Sun Yurong is right, Ye Qingqing, you are the real winner in life, you have three kids already, while my son has just turned one!” A female classmate said with great envy.
She got married late and had children even later, in her early thirties. Raising a child was exhausting, and recovery was slow. If only she had graduated from university and gotten married earlier, since women have to have children sooner or later anyway, it's better to have them sooner rather than later, at least the recovery will be faster.
Ye Qingqing can become a grandmother at fifty, while her son is still in school at fifty. Sigh, that's the difference!
A few more classmates flattered her, but Ye Qingqing didn't reply. She simply muted the classmate group. She felt that it was right not to contact her classmates all these years. Actually, there was nothing to contact them about, and she didn't feel too good about it.
The sixth day of the first lunar month arrived quickly. Ye Qingqing didn't dress up specially and just went in her usual clothes. Lu Mo escorted her to the school gate, where Dong Siyue was already waiting. She didn't dress up specially either, as she had come directly from Hong Kong.
"Let's go in. I wonder if they've arrived yet."
The two walked together down the familiar avenue, both feeling a little melancholy.
"Time flies so fast, it's been ten years since I graduated in the blink of an eye," Dong Siyue said with deep emotion.
Suddenly, a few girls stopped them. Ye Qingqing immediately recognized them as Dong Siyue's fans. Dong Siyue had held a press conference a few days ago, announcing that she would be temporarily suspending her work.
As for her relationship with Li Hongming, she only gave a brief account and did not hide anything. In fact, many people knew about this, so it wouldn't have mattered if she didn't say anything. However, Dong Siyue's experience back then aroused a lot of sympathy. If you put yourself in Dong Siyue's shoes, anyone in her situation would have made the same choice, unless they didn't want to live anymore.
Therefore, although Dong Siyue became a mistress, she was not the kind of mistress that people hated. Instead, people felt sorry for her. Of course, there were also people who cursed her, saying that she was shameless and destroyed other people's families, but Dong Siyue just pretended not to see it.
"Dong Siyue, you're Dong Siyue! Oh my... are you here to film a movie at our school?" The female student was very excited.
"No, I also graduated from medical school. I came back for a class reunion. You are my junior classmates," Dong Siyue said with a smile.
"Wow... Senior sister, can I get your autograph? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else."
The female classmates were lively and lovely, and didn't pester her. After Dong Siyue signed her name, they dispersed, looking back even after walking quite a distance. Dong Siyue waved to them, feeling much better.
The two arrived at Chujiang Hotel and found a large private room on the second floor. They set up three tables for the banquet. There were only a dozen or so classmates who stayed in Pingjiang. If they all brought their families, three tables would be enough.
Quite a few people had already arrived, but Lü Ziqun hadn't arrived yet. Everyone came over to exchange pleasantries. Sun Yurong had already arrived and was bragging to the group.
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