Class reunion 2

Gu Nian'an did not argue. He merely looked calmly into the woman's eyes, his own seemingly devoid of emotion.

Seeing the look in his eyes, Zhang Xiaoyuan could not help feeling irritated. He was still just as he had been all those years ago, never thinking anything of anyone.

She immediately snapped in anger, "Gu Nian'an, I showed you a little respect, and now you actually think you're somebody! Don't throw it back in my face!"

As she spoke, the woman pointed at him, anger and hostility already creeping into her tone.

Seeing things taking a turn for the worse, Zhang Muyü hurriedly caught hold of her and pressed her back into her seat.

"Xiaoyuan, stop making a scene!" With that, he gave Gu Nian'an an apologetic smile.

Watching all this unfold, Gu Nian'an felt as though he had merely watched a farce. Unruffled, he lifted his teacup and took a small sip.

He had experienced plenty of things like this in his previous life. He glanced again at the woman sitting there, glaring daggers at him.

His gaze remained calm. Her tactics aren't particularly clever. She's only managed to anger herself, he silently remarked.

After a while, Zhang Xiaoyuan finally calmed down. She glanced once more at the unmoved Gu Nian'an, gritted her teeth, and stopped paying attention to him, resuming her laughing conversation with those beside her.

Seeing this, the others largely ignored him as well. Only Zhang Muyü spoke to him from time to time.

Gu Nian'an merely smoothed the loose strands of hair over his forehead, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the group. With no one paying him any attention, he was happy to enjoy some peace.

He had come partly because of Zhang Muyü. The other reason, though he did not know why, was perhaps the will left behind by the original owner of his body, which made him want to see these former classmates.

He lowered his eyes, concealing every emotion in them, and quietly ate the food on his plate.

Just then, a woman beside him suddenly asked, "Oh? Gu Nian'an, what brand is that ring you're wearing?"

At her words, everyone's gaze shifted to the ring on his hand.

Small diamonds set into the band encircled the purple sapphire in the center like a crown of flowers. The design was exquisite, and the gemstone alone made it clear that the ring was worth a considerable sum.

Another man, who knew a little about jewelry, carefully examined the ring on Gu Nian'an's hand before asking hesitantly, "Is this a ring designed by Master Song Yuan?"

As he spoke, he took out his phone and pulled up Song Yuan's official website. The designer had a habit of posting the finished piece on his website to show it off whenever he designed a piece of jewelry.

Most of them knew of Song Yuan, the renowned jewelry designer whose work regularly went viral and landed him among trending searches. He accepted only seventeen clients a year, and demand for those slots far exceeded supply.

Money alone was not enough to secure one. The ring on Gu Nian'an's hand alone was worth tens of millions. They took another look at his clothes, which bore no visible brand labels but were clearly made from high-quality materials.

At this, the looks everyone gave Gu Nian'an grew subtle.

Seeing their reactions, Zhang Xiaoyuan asked with a hollow smile, "That's a wedding ring, isn't it? Gu Nian'an, are you married?"

Gu Nian'an paused briefly at her words, but still nodded. "Yes, we've registered our marriage. My partner bought the ring."

Remembering the moment Fu Xiuyuan had slipped the ring onto his finger that day, the young man could not help feeling a trace of tenderness well up inside him.

"Don't tell me it's a knockoff. Gu Nian'an, it's not as if we don't know how you've been doing all these years." Wang Jiahui snorted, deliberately drawing out his words, his eyes filled with disdain.

Gu Nian'an gave the obese man a lazy glance and lifted his teacup without saying a word.

Yet, for no apparent reason, Wang Jiahui felt mocked. He was about to stand and confront him when Zhang Muyü abruptly grabbed him.

Turning around, he saw Zhang Muyü staring at him with a dark expression. His heart quivered, and he sat back down.

Zhang Muyü then said, "Oh, why didn't you tell your old classmates you were getting married? We could have come to congratulate you."

Gu Nian'an merely set down his teacup, wiped his mouth, and said mildly, "We haven't held a wedding yet. We've only registered our marriage."

Meanwhile, he silently thought, Even if we were actually holding a wedding, there's no way I'd invite these people who bullied me.

Zhang Muyü's expression stiffened at his words. Then he put on a faint smile and told everyone, "Go on eating and chatting. Don't be so reserved."

The atmosphere grew lively again, but this time quite a few classmates began speaking to Gu Nian'an one after another, trying to ease the tension.

Gu Nian'an responded casually as well.

Suddenly, a sound came from the doorway. Everyone looked up to see a man in a black trench coat slowly push the door open. He was tall and straight-backed, his handsome face looking somewhat cold beneath the lights, yet he exuded an air of nobility and languid ease.

His eyes, cold as frost, surveyed the room, only to soften when they fell on Gu Nian'an.

Zhang Muyü froze, then stood and asked, "Hello, have you come to the wrong private room?"

Before the man could speak, Gu Nian'an rushed into his arms. His eyes shone as he looked at him with a beaming smile. "Sir, what brings you here?"

Looking at the young man smiling like a little sun before him, a hint of amusement flashed through Fu Xiuyuan's eyes. He said gently, "I called you several times, but you didn't answer. I was worried something had happened to you, so I came to find you."

With that, he raised his eyes to the people studying him.

He gave them a slight nod and said in a deep voice, "Sorry to interrupt your meal. I assume you're An'an's high school classmates. I'm his husband."

Everyone exchanged uncertain, astonished looks. How had Gu Nian'an ended up marrying a man? Still, seeing the man's distinguished bearing and remembering the ring on Gu Nian'an's hand, they assumed he must be someone of considerable standing. They asked no further questions and instead responded with smiles, inviting him to sit.

Zhang Muyü's expression darkened slightly, but after another glance at the man, he put on a smile.

"Since you're here, join us for dinner. There's no harm in having a spouse along at a class reunion."

Fu Xiuyuan gave him a brief glance, his expression unchanged, and sat down to one side with Gu Nian'an.

Zhang Xiaoyuan stared straight at the two of them, undisguised disgust in her eyes.

Seeing the man's exceptional bearing, several people nearby tentatively asked his name and what business he was in.

Fu Xiuyuan raised his eyes slightly and said indifferently, "You should all have heard my name. I'm Fu Xiuyuan, the newly appointed president of the Fu Group."

Several people who worked in business exchanged looks of disbelief. They had never expected to meet him on an occasion like this.

Even those who did not know Fu Xiuyuan knew something about the Fu Corporation. It was that leading conglomerate that held monopolies across numerous industries.

Remembering what Gu Nian'an had just said, they felt they had underestimated him and began finding excuses to strike up conversations with him.

Zhang Muyü was stunned as well. He looked the man before him up and down. He's Fu Xiuyuan, the newly appointed head of the Fu Family?

Fu Xiuyuan dealt with them perfunctorily. They knew he was only humoring them, but none took offense. This was the Fu Corporation, after all. An opportunity like this was something countless people could not obtain, no matter how desperately they sought it.

A few more people suddenly raised their glasses to Gu Nian'an and said apologetically, "Gu Nian'an, we wronged you in the past. We'd like to take this opportunity to apologize."

With that, each drank three glasses as a penalty.

Gu Nian'an merely smiled and shook his head. A closer look would have revealed that his smile did not reach his eyes. He had no right to forgive these people on the original owner's behalf.