Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!

A group of old classmates were exchanging pleasantries.

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed girl pointed at the Ferrari behind her: "Anya, did you come in that car?"

"Oh, is that the limited edition Ferrari Enzo?"

"Anya, is that your car?"

Liang Anya had no choice but to say, "That’s not my car, it’s a friend’s. They knew I was coming to the class reunion and gave me a ride."

"That’s a limited edition sports car, there aren’t many in the whole of Europe!"

"Wow, Anya, who is your friend? Is it your boyfriend? Xiaoying and Senior Mo still say you don’t have one! Come on, be honest! Who is it?"

"This car has a local license plate, is the owner a native? Anyone who can drive such a car is definitely somebody in A Country, we might have even heard of them. Anya, who is it?"

Liang Anya was so nervous she was almost sweating: "What kind of ’somebody’? Just a local small tycoon, a businessman. Come on, come on, let’s go inside, everyone’s waiting for us..."

Only then was the group’s gossip temporarily quenched.

Several people chatted and laughed their way into the private room of the restaurant, Xiaoying rushed over and gave Liang Anya a big hug: "We thought you weren’t coming!"

Xiaolei and Ruirui, who were closest with Liang Anya during their school days, shrieked and rushed over: "You little rascal, you took so long, we really wrote a breakup letter for you!"

"We heard from Xiaoying that you’re in A Country but didn’t want to come to the reunion, and we were wondering why. We thought maybe you weren’t doing well and didn’t dare to meet everyone," a light-hearted voice jokingly floated over.

Liang Anya looked over, a pretty young girl dressed head-to-toe in designer brands walked over, it was Zhan Xiao’ai, formerly the flower of their Chinese classmates.

Actually, students who could study abroad didn’t come from poor families, especially in Europe, studying design was an expensive field, so everyone’s family background was relatively good.

But Zhan Xiao’ai was the true rich and beautiful girl among them, her parents owned several companies back home, her grandfather was a politician, so while studying in Italy, she was always the peacock among Chinese students, and the center of her classmates, very proud usually.

After graduation, Zhan Xiao’ai stayed in a large design firm in Italy as a designer, whenever classmates mentioned her, they were full of envy.

Zhan Xiao’ai’s words, though joking, slightly halted the lively atmosphere, reducing the laughter.

Everyone knew Zhan Xiao’ai was always the center of topics, others revolved around her.

This princess had waited for Anya impatiently, and seeing everyone surround Anya now, was surely more uneasy.

Liang Anya didn’t mind much and greeted, "Xiao’ai, long time no see. Sorry I was late, made everyone wait.

Mo Zihan smiled, trying to relieve the tension: "Don’t blame Anya, important people usually arrive last."

"Important people?" Xiaoying wondered.

A girl who had gone out to pick someone up spoke with great envy: "Anya came in a Ferrari Enzo, with a personal driver!"

Xiaoying’s eyes lit up: "So Anya’s doing really well?"

"Indeed, and look at Anya’s outfit, it’s the latest season from Chanel! I haven’t seen anyone wear it in Paris yet!" After graduating, Ruirui worked at a design firm in Paris, a fashion capital where the latest trends emerge first; she’s only seen this outfit in magazines, yet Anya was already wearing it.

Zhan Xiao’ai raised an eyebrow, scrutinized Liang Anya from top to bottom, it wasn’t a knock-off, it was real.

Liang Anya could only smile wryly and explain once more: "That’s not my car, it’s someone else’s."

"Such a wealthy person’s car specially bringing you here with a driver, someone else’s? Humph, so it’s a man, right?" Ruirui speculated.

Xiaolei, the most gossipy, clung to her shoulder: "Anya, is he your boyfriend?"

"No." Mentioning "boyfriend" made Liang Anya a bit nervous, fearing more questions.

She certainly didn’t want to be portrayed as someone’s mistress from A Country in front of old classmates.

Beiming Hall was rooted in Europe, its name quite renowned.

These old classmates had all studied, worked, or settled in Europe, somewhat familiar with it.

The classmates noted her tight lips, refusing to divulge, were a bit disappointed.

Zhan Xiao’ai raised her slender hand: "Alright, don’t pressure Anya. If Anya truly has a wealthy boyfriend, we’d be happy for her. But if she doesn’t, wouldn’t you make her uncomfortable by asking? Speaking of which, some new designers at our firm, without much money, like renting luxury cars or borrowing designer clothes to appear more glamorous and respectable to clients. You all know that in design, appearances are crucial, can’t be looked down upon."

The atmosphere quieted again.

Everyone caught Zhan Xiao’ai’s intention, ostensibly supporting Liang Anya, yet hinting she was pretending, borrowing luxury cars and designer clothes?

However, Zhan Xiao’ai’s words had a point. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Liang Anya previously declined class reunions and hadn’t contacted old classmates for a long time, logically indicating not doing exceptionally well.

If she were doing well, who wouldn’t want to show off to classmates?

Now finally attending the reunion, dressed in a way a fresh graduate girl couldn’t afford.

Her family’s situation was known among the classmates; though the Liang Family was in business and decently off, in true wealthy circles, it was negligible, unable to afford that limited Enzo outside.

Did she really rent it for face at the reunion?

The classmates exchanged glances, reluctant to probe further, after all, they were old friends, tearing apart not nice, all sat down.

Soon, everyone’s attention shifted to other topics.

Liang Anya naturally knew their suspicions, too lazy to explain, sipped her glass of sweet ladies’ wine slowly.

Those attending the reunion, some brought husbands or wives or girlfriends or boyfriends, if nothing, at least male or female companions.

Even Xiaolei and Ruirui did, each bringing a boyfriend.

Initially, the two stayed with Liang Anya for some chat.

Gradually, they forgot her for their boyfriends, ran to them.

Liang Anya didn’t cling, sat in the sofa corner, listening to their singing and chatting.

Their chats mostly revolved around where one worked, salaries, boyfriend/husband’s earnings, type of car, bought a house? Price per square meter... such topics.