Living off a woman

Qin Ning was taken aback for a moment, not expecting her to ask so directly.

Then he nodded and smiled faintly, Yes.

If it had been in the past, Qin Ning might have felt a bit embarrassed.

But now, his state of mind was completely different.

There was nothing to be ashamed of regarding this kind of thing; he could just openly admit it.

Su Xingwan's face flushed red, but an unconscious sense of secret joy welled up in her heart, as if her mood had suddenly improved a lot.

She didn't continue the topic and instead focused on driving.

A few minutes later, a Mercedes-Benz E-Class parked at the entrance of the Yingbin Restaurant.

At this moment, a few young people who seemed to have just arrived were chatting and laughing at the restaurant entrance.

Seeing an E-Class Mercedes park in front of them, their attention was instantly drawn to it.

Wow, that's a million-yuan Mercedes!

Nothing surprising. This is one of the few top-tier hotels in Liu City, after all. The rich people coming in and out every day are countless. What's a million-yuan Mercedes? Cars worth several millions or even tens of millions aren't rare here.

Huh? Isn't that our class monitor, Su Xingwan?

As they discussed, someone suddenly saw Su Xingwan stepping out of the driver's seat, and a look of surprise immediately appeared on their face.

It really looks like her!

I heard the class monitor's grandfather is quite wealthy, with a net worth of nearly a hundred million in the Magic City. It's not surprising she can afford a million-yuan luxury car.

Who's the guy getting out of her car? He looks a bit familiar...

Seems like the vice class monitor, Qin Ning? Why is he here with the class monitor? And riding in her car!

While talking, they hurriedly went up to greet them.

Leading the group was a young man in a sharp suit. His name was Zhang Dongxi. He had good grades back in school, roughly on par with Qin Ning, and was the class's study commissary.

But precisely because of this, Zhang Dongxi had always harbored a grudge against Qin Ning.

With similar grades, he was only the study commissary, while Qin Ning was the vice class monitor. In Zhang Dongxi's eyes, the vice class monitor position should have been his.

Moreover, whether in terms of family background or any other aspect, he was much better than Qin Ning.

Most importantly, back in school, Qin Ning and the class monitor, Su Xingwan, were always very close. This was the real reason he resented Qin Ning.

Because Zhang Dongxi had also secretly liked Su Xingwan at that time.

Seeing him actually arriving at the hotel in Su Xingwan's car now, Zhang Dongxi felt even more bitter, as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a bunch of flies.

However, they were no longer as childish as they were in school.

Zhang Dongxi hid his emotions well. He walked up to Su Xingwan, smiled, and extended his hand, Class monitor, long time no see.

Long time no see.

Su Xingwan smiled but didn't shake his hand. Instead, she just gave a slight nod in response.

She had never had a good impression of Zhang Dongxi. He always gave off the feeling of someone who was deeply scheming, so Su Xingwan naturally didn't want to interact with him too much.

Seeing that Su Xingwan gave him so little face, not even willing to shake his hand, Zhang Dongxi's expression instantly turned somewhat ugly.

But in front of so many people, he couldn't lash out. Instead, he turned his gaze to Qin Ning with a cold look on his face and chuckled, I didn't expect our vice class monitor to actually show up this time. Back then, you dropped out before even finishing the last semester of senior year. I thought you had cut ties with everyone.

Qin Ning merely glanced at him and ignored him, turning to Su Xingwan to say, Let's go, we should head up.

Okay.

Su Xingwan nodded and subconsciously linked her arm with Qin Ning's. The two of them walked into the hotel lobby together.

This scene instantly dumbfounded the people behind them, and they couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

What's the relationship between the class monitor and Qin Ning now? Why do they look so intimate?

Could they be married? I haven't heard anything about it. If they really got married, they definitely would have invited us classmates to attend.

Or are they dating? Doesn't that mean Qin Ning has become a freeloader living off a woman?

We're all classmates, there's no need to speak so harshly. Back in school, the class monitor and Qin Ning were always close. It's not surprising if they got together.

He might not necessarily be living off her. Who knows, maybe Qin Ning has also struck it rich over the years?

Amidst their discussions, the complexion of Zhang Dongxi, who was standing to the side, grew increasingly ugly. He was so furious he almost crushed his teeth from gritting them.

Especially the look Qin Ning gave him before leaving. Zhang Dongxi could feel that the gaze carried a kind of contempt, mixed with disdain, and contained scorn, as if completely treating him like a clown.

Heh, he's just an orphan. How rich could he possibly get? He's nothing but a gigolo, Zhang Dongxi sneered.

Following that, the group also headed upstairs.

Soon, they arrived at a large private room. There were two round tables set up, each capable of seating at least twenty people.

Two tables meant forty people.

Since this gathering was organized by their homeroom teacher, many classmates showed up. There were at least thirty people present.

Ms. Du.

Qin Ning and Su Xingwan walked in. Du Ya was currently chatting and laughing with a few students.

Hearing someone greet her, she quickly looked over and a smile appeared on her face. Su Xingwan is here, and Qin Ning is too?

She was a bit surprised because she hadn't had any contact with Qin Ning since he dropped out. She had heard that Qin Ning hadn't shown up at the previous class reunions either.

Furthermore, it seemed Qin Ning hadn't been doing too well these past few years?

Wow! Class monitor! We haven't seen you in years, and you're still as beautiful as ever! A few female classmates quickly stood up and gathered around.

Back in school, Su Xingwan had always had a great relationship with the girls in the class and was very popular.

Qin Ning, did you come with the class monitor? I didn't expect you two to still be in touch after all these years, a girl asked with a smile.

Isn't that right? He's doing a great job leeching off a woman now. The class monitor just drove him here in a million-yuan luxury car.

Right at this moment, Zhang Dongxi and the others also entered the private room, and he couldn't help but make a mocking remark.

As soon as these words were spoken, many people frowned slightly. Obviously, at a class reunion—and one organized by their homeroom teacher Du Ya at that—Zhang Dongxi saying such things instantly made the previously harmonious atmosphere somewhat stiff.

Du Ya frowned, but ultimately didn't say anything to him. Instead, she said, Everyone should be here by now, right? I'll have the waiters serve the food. Su Xingwan, Qin Ning, come sit next to me.

Okay, Ms. Du. Su Xingwan nodded, pulled Qin Ning along, and they sat down in the two seats to Du Ya's right.

Are Luo Ze and Lin Hongying not coming? Qin Ning scanned the room and asked curiously.

During Su Xingwan's grandfather's birthday banquet last time, those two had also been in attendance.

"They couldn't make it. They were too tied up with work to get away, but they did both call me," Du Ya said with a smile. As she spoke, her gaze kept subtly sizing up Qin Ning.

When Luo Ze and Lin Hongying had called her earlier, they had both—whether intentionally or not—brought up Qin Ning, stressing that she must treat him with the utmost hospitality.

Yet, when Du Ya had pressed them for a reason over the phone, neither of them disclosed a thing. Or rather, it seemed as if they didn't dare to.

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