Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!

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Everyone just asked me instead of Si Yuheng earlier, unwilling to offend the CEO of NH, so they picked the easy target!

Hmph, all claiming to be old classmates, yet betraying friends for beauty!

She looked at the ice bucket, clenched her teeth: "I choose Dare."

"Boo——" Several classmates jeered as she refused to answer.

Si Yuheng’s eyes subtly darkened.

She pulled a slip from the ice bucket; the task was "kiss the wall passionately for twenty seconds."

Well, it’s better than confessing her relationship with him in front of classmates.

She stood up, completed the task, finally enduring this round.

When bad luck strikes, it really doesn’t stop, after two rounds, misfortune struck again.

Her card was a 2, and when everyone revealed their cards, indeed, hers was the smallest again.

This round’s winner, Xiaoying, wouldn’t let the opportunity go: "Anya, where was the last place you did XXOO? Be specific, which country, what place, don’t be vague."

Liang Anya almost spat out her drink.

But she was used to it; playing Truth or Dare, they’ve encountered even raunchier questions.

If she answered honestly, wouldn’t it be equivalent to admitting her relationship with Si Yuheng?

Among her classmates’ dissatisfied voices, she still chose the Dare task, drinking two bottles of mixed liquor.

Xiaoying deliberately said: "Anya, gulping down two bottles of liquor isn’t easy, I think you should choose Truth!"

She gritted her teeth and downed both bottles.

Si Yuheng’s expression turned even darker, with impending clouds between his brows.

But after Anya’s two desperate resistances, a group of old classmates knew they couldn’t get any words out and grew a bit bored, stopping further questions.

In a new round, as everyone revealed their cards, Si Yuheng had the smallest card.

Liang Anya looked around at everyone’s cards and then at hers; in this round, she was the winner, with the right to question Si Yuheng.

Under classmates’ urging and heckling, she froze, not knowing what to ask.

"Anya, quickly ask." Someone urged impatiently.

Si Yuheng sat there, calmly meeting her gaze, seemingly ready for whatever she might ask.

Initially, she thought of tossing out a random question, yet somehow, perhaps from the two bottles of mixed liquor, her mind was a bit dizzy.

Meeting his ocean-like deep eyes, she subconsciously asked: "Would you give up your original life, identity... even old friends, to start anew for a woman?"

As she uttered the last word, she suddenly realized, feeling regretful, but it was too late.

The atmosphere quieted down, even the background music in the room lowered significantly.

He quietly stared into her eyes, finally uttering two words: "Ice bucket."

Xiaoying quickly passed the ice bucket.

Without looking at the ice bucket, he reached in and grabbed a task, his expression stayed icy throughout.

Her cheeks moved, overlaying a faint shadow.

He preferred choosing Dare rather than answering.

He probably thought the question was laughable, lacking in substance, a question where the answer was known?

Those mistresses, those principals around him who disliked her, he could never forsake them.

Indeed, how foolish of her, is it even a question?

Beiming Hall and those old friends by his side, he would definitely never abandon them.

Unsure if it’s the alcohol speaking, she suddenly felt disheartened, her spirit lowered, she stood up: "It’s getting late, I’ll head back first."

"The game isn’t finished yet..." Xiaoying quickly said.

"Sorry, I really want to leave, maybe because I just drank, my head hurts, feeling unwell." She picked up her bag.

Seeing her face genuinely seemed bad, the classmates said nothing more.

Mo Zihan checked the time: "Alright, it’s getting late, let’s call it a day. I’ll go settle the bill."

At this moment, the lounge door was knocked once, two young men walked in, politely saying: "Everyone, Mr. Si has already settled the bill."

Liang Anya recognized them as Si Yuheng’s subordinates, probably accompanying him, waiting at the door.

The group looked towards Si Yuheng: "How could we accept this."

Class reunions are usually on a shared bill, and with so many people, eating, drinking, and playing all night, it wasn’t a small expense.

Si Yuheng replied: "It’s alright. Let’s head out together."

Two subordinates in suits led the way, guiding everyone out.

Liang Anya silently stayed at the back, exiting the Chinese-style restaurant.

Under the night sky of European Chinatown, night remained sleepless, the city lights dazzling.

Just stepped off the restaurant steps, faint exclamations came from the classmates ahead. She looked up, at the restaurant entrance stood a shining elongated Bugatti sports car, Si Yuheng’s ride just arrived.

The scissor doors gradually rose, awaiting the owner’s boarding at any time.

But what astonished the classmates wasn’t the Bugatti more lavish than Liang Anya’s Ferrari Enzo.

Instead, behind the Bugatti followed several cars, below stood tall western men, dressed in suits like the two subordinates earlier, very respectful, appearing to have waited a long time.

A group of men walked towards Si Yuheng, their presence highlighted the brilliance of Chinatown under the night sky:

"Hall Master, Miss Liang, you can go back."

Hall Master?

Mo Zihan and his wife, Xiaolei and other classmates were stunned.

When Si Yuheng came out, he only brought two subordinates, didn’t expect them to follow soon, his brows furrowed: "Who told you to come along."

A subordinate answered: "Chief Ryan said you still have unresolved injuries, not entirely assured, hence told us to accompany."

His face cooled.

A few male classmates seemed to recall something, exclaiming: "Hall Master... Principal...? Anya, is REX—"

Under the old classmates’ gaze, Liang Anya felt her spine like pressing against sizzling teppanyaki, unbearably hot, finally speaking: "He’s from Beiming Hall."

A group of classmates murmured softly.

It was known NH had extremely powerful local forces behind, but no one expected this background to be the famed Beiming Hall in Europe.

Anyone learning, working, and settling in Europe knew what Beiming Hall used to represent, right?

Turns out, NH grows so big supported by Beiming Hall.

And NH’s CEO is also the Hall Master of Beiming Hall.

Several people exchanged glances, speechless for long, looking at Si Yuheng with a gaze adding uneasiness and nervousness onto simple respect.

More surprisingly, Anya’s man was not only NH’s CEO but also carried this background.

Anyone who’s heard about Beiming Hall knows very well the Hall’s leader’s mistress team is huge, considered a provocative affair among European aristocratic families, making ordinary men envious.