Song Qingyou smiled faintly: "Yes, it's not as ambitious as Dr. Mu's, who has become a private doctor at people's homes."
Mu Yuanning's expression suddenly changed. Song Qingyou was still the same as before, using subtle tactics to stab people in the heart.
Mu Yuanning knew that she was being mocked for being someone's mistress, and she couldn't swallow her anger. She made a few more subtle and overt digs at her before finally leaving.
Yan Miao said angrily, "If you hadn't suddenly dropped out of school back then, how could the spot for postgraduate recommendation have fallen to her? I really don't know what she's so smug about."
Song Qingyou propped her chin up, picked up a piece of cake, and put it in her mouth: "Everything is predestined, and there's nothing we can do about it."
Yan Miao: "...That's enough."
They are all 25 or 26 this year, some are married and some are established in their careers.
It's been seven years since we last met, and everyone looks completely different now. The once handsome and refined class monitor now has a beer belly, his hair is slicked back with too much styling oil, and he reeks of a corporate slave.
Someone raised their glass to chat with the class representative, only to find out that the representative was now a programmer, staying up until 2 a.m. every day, with dark circles under their eyes even heavier than a panda's.
The former class beauty is now a housewife, spending all her time with her husband and children. Even today, she had to drop her child off at her husband's company before coming to the class reunion. Looking at her once beautiful face, the years have taken their toll; her skin is darker and her crow's feet are more pronounced.
As everyone chatted about their recent lives, the topic somehow shifted to Shen Qiwen.
The class monitor sighed, "The last time I saw him was two years ago. My wife and I decided to go back to our alma mater on a whim, and we never expected to run into him there."
When he greeted the other person, he thought the important person had long forgotten him, but to his surprise, the other person still remembered and accurately stated his name.
"Class monitor, Shen Qiwen is a very busy person now, he's not on the same level as us."
Mentioning Shen Qiwen, everyone sighs with emotion. He was the top scorer in the province back then, someone that all the universities were vying for, and now he has become a specially appointed researcher at the medical school at a young age.
Now they can only see him in the news.
Someone suddenly asked, "Hey, I remember Shen Qiwen used to pursue Song Qingyou for a while, didn't he?"
Song Qingyou was originally sitting in the innermost, inconspicuous spot, but this question immediately put her in the spotlight.
Everyone turned their attention to Song Qingyou.
Song Qingyou herself was sipping orange juice through a straw. She was one of those people who had been spared by time. Several years had passed, and her temperament had become refined and elegant, and her features had become even more exquisite and outstanding.
Just sitting there is enough to amaze people.
Song Qingyou smiled slightly: "Everyone has misunderstood. Shen Qiwen and I are actually not familiar with each other."
If you say you're not familiar with it, hardly anyone present would believe you.
Everyone in that year's class had heard of Song Qingyou. She was famous not only for her unforgettable beauty and her extraordinary talent in medicine, but also for her grand confession at the opening ceremony.
No one expected that the reserved, steady, and taciturn Shen Qiwen would suddenly deliver a heartfelt confession speech to Song Qingyou on stage.
Enraged, the principal had several teachers drag the girl away. Song Qingyou became famous overnight, rising to prominence on the school's honor roll. However, after the incident became known throughout the school, Song Qingyou didn't react at all, and less than six months later, she dropped out of school.
At least in Song Qingyou's own view, this experience was just a minor episode in college, completely insignificant.
Song Qingyou opened her palm, revealing clear and clean palm lines. Her fingers were slender and long, like spring onions. Someone had written a name here before.
He told her to wait for him to come back.
When Shen Qiwen confessed his feelings to her, she was sitting in the audience. Suddenly, a thought popped into her mind: if she accepted someone else's confession, would he be so angry that he would go back to China?
Shen Qiwen is good, but not as good as him.
Unfortunately, she later chose to marry someone else in order to seek revenge, and didn't wait for him anymore.
Song Qingyou couldn't help but smile, and for some reason thought of Fu Wenzhou, her expression softened.
"Damn! Shen Qiwen asked if we were done yet, he's on his way!"
The squad leader's exclamation sent everyone's hearts racing.
Song Qingyou raised her eyes but didn't react.
"Hurry up and answer him, we've only just begun," someone said impatiently. Everyone wanted to meet a big shot like Shen Qiwen.
Suppressing his excitement, the squad leader carefully considered his words before replying with a trembling voice.
Shen Qiwen replied quickly, with just three words: "Ten minutes."
A class reunion was filled with anticipation because of Shen Qiwen's upcoming arrival.
Yan Miao glanced at her and asked in a low voice, "You really don't like him anymore?"
Song Qingyou finished the orange juice in her glass in one gulp and shook her head: "I don't like it anymore."
Yan Miao said, "That's fine. I heard he's already married."
Song Qingyou blinked hesitantly, but didn't say anything.
Ten minutes is neither a long nor a short time. The door was wide open, and many people stared intently at the entrance.
The elevator doors dinged.
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