I am not just a tycoon

At the moment when the gathering was about to disperse, Li Zhanpeng, whose face was flushed with the drink of the night, couldn't contain himself and stood up once more, intending to provide a fitting conclusion to the evening's festivities.

"Everyone, it's hard to believe that it has been three years since we started our school journey back in '20. I am honored to have spent these delightful three years with all of you, and I hope that there will be another chance to meet up in the future, since opportunities to get together like this will become rarer..."

"What's with this son of a bitch, how can he talk so much?"

Huang Haibao was about to get up and leave, but Li Zhanpeng started up his endless chatter again.

"This fucker talks as if we've graduated when we haven't even started our internships, which are half a year away. Plus, we need to come back for our diplomas, so it's not like we're not going to dine together again!"

Cao Shunjin was also visibly annoyed on the side.

"I'm really happy today because, thanks to my parents, I've reserved a BMW. The car might not be expensive, but for me, it's a significant day, so please forgive me if I'm talking a bit much tonight, bear with me..."

Li Zhanpeng, prideful, waved his glass, spraying spit, his eyes occasionally drifting towards Fang Minhui.

They were no longer freshmen but third-year students on the verge of internships, about to face society.

Once they started working, the financial support from their parents would cease, and the pressures of reality would loom ever closer.

For example, basic expenses such as renting houses, transportation, meals, and buying clothes pose a problem for most classmates.

And Fang Minhui, the class belle, was merely an ordinary girl from an average family, soon to be an interning student.

She couldn't avoid considering her future livelihood and prospects, including matters of marriage.

And now, what laid before Fang Minhui was him, a man from a wealthy family with a future that seemed boundless.

Therefore, Li Zhanpeng was very confident, thinking that Fang Minhui would inevitably choose him.

After all, he had secured a BMW today; doesn't that demonstrate his capabilities?

However, Fang Minhui couldn't have fathomed the depth of Li Zhanpeng's inner drama. Her expression remained indifferent, barely bothering to lift her head to glance at Li Zhanpeng.

What she was thinking now was for this guy to hurry up and finish so she could leave quickly.

Chen Ling, meanwhile, was rolling her eyes at the speech; she really didn't get what Li Zhanpeng had to show off about.

This conspicuous douchebag had already sent the car booking contract for a BMW 3 series to the class WeChat group today, and now during dinner, he couldn't stop talking about it.

I mean, is that really necessary?

Does he also need to post it on the school's Weibo or TikTok account so the entire school faculty and students know that Li Zhanpeng reserved a BMW?

Shen Yuan, who reserved an 880,000 yuan Range Rover, didn't even peep, but here's Li Zhanpeng, making a continuous fuss over his 280,000 yuan BMW.

Chen Ling really thought Li Zhanpeng was pretty low, and the low-level kind of petty at that!

Finally, ten minutes later, Li Zhanpeng concluded his lengthy speech, and everyone, ears callused from listening, rose to return to their dorms.

During Li Zhanpeng's speech, he noticed that Fang Minhui didn't seem very interested today, apparently not listening carefully to him.

Especially during his concluding remarks, Fang Minhui had been looking down the entire time, never meeting his gaze.

Thus, after the dispersal, Li Zhanpeng wanted to find out the reason, so he caught up with her outside the hotel's door, "Minhui, you seemed a bit down today, are you feeling unwell?"

Fang Minhui turned her head to give him a brief glance and then continued walking forward with Chen Ling, "No."

Li Zhanpeng quickly caught up to walk alongside them, "If there's anything bothering you, you can tell me. I'll try to help you sort it out."

"Really, it's nothing. Stop following us; we're heading back to the dorm now."

Fang Minhui found Li Zhanpeng really annoying. Before today, she simply thought of Li Zhanpeng as a bit stingy and somewhat boastful, nothing serious.

But the things he said at tonight's gathering, nearly every sentence was about his family wealth and the new BMW he'd just ordered.

His vanity was seriously over the top.

Excessive vanity was one thing, but the key was that his speech lacked substance, purely for show.

Compared to Shen Yuan, whom she had encountered in the last couple of days, the difference was stark.

Li Zhanpeng was ignored, panicking instantly, "Minhui, weren't we just fine? Why are you suddenly treating me like this?"

After all, they had gone to see a movie together a few days ago, and Li Zhanpeng felt he must have left a good impression on the class belle.

"Who said we were fine? Stop talking nonsense!"

"Also, stop following us!"

Fang Minhui glared at him and strode forward quickly with Chen Ling.

Li Zhanpeng stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded, watching their figures grow distant, utterly bewildered at heart.

He couldn't understand.

What exactly was not good enough about himself?

In the whole class, he was the only one who had driven a BMW even before graduating. Could that not prove his capability?

Is money not influential in society anymore?

But the two receding figures did not reply, leaving him alone on the spot, lost in confusion.

...

Meanwhile, Shen Yuan was on his way back to school in a DiDi. Li Yuhang had originally called him to go to a bar, but Shen Yuan wasn't interested in nightclubs anymore and had simply declined.

The dance music inside was deafeningly loud, and it was too noisy to bear. Going there was just to drink, dance, and nod along with the crowd.

Shen Yuan also forgot why he used to like going to places like that and wondered how he had tolerated them in the past.

Sitting in the back seat of the DiDi, Shen Yuan suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to reply to Fang Minhui's WeChat message. He opened his phone and messaged her back, saying he was out having dinner and drinks with friends and had only just checked his phone.

Then Shen Yuan discovered that he had also just received a WeChat message from "Chen Na."

Shen Yuan clicked on it and saw Chen Na had sent a long string of text. In short, she expressed her apologies for the night's events, hoping Shen Yuan wouldn't mind.

Shen Yuan found it amusing, what did it have to do with her? It was none other than her boyfriend who had said a few unpleasant things.

Shen Yuan wasn't such a petty person, typing a reply on WeChat to her, "No worries, I didn't take it to heart."

Actually, before this evening, Shen Yuan had thought Chen Na had no partner, because when he scrolled through her social moments, there were only routine life updates and work-related marketing posts, never any mention of a boyfriend.

But unexpectedly, she actually had a boyfriend.

According to Shen Yuan's experience, either she had just gotten together with this guy, or she was watching the pot while eating from the bowl, aiming to fish for a bigger catch.

These days, perhaps only a small number of girls truly believe in love, but most of them make their choices from a practical standpoint.

At that moment, in a neat little apartment in Hexi Fanghuali.

Chen Na had just finished washing up, wearing a cool spaghetti strap nightgown that exposed large areas of her snowy white skin at the neckline and back.

She rented a small apartment alone, with no roommates, so at home she wore whatever was comfortable.

When she received Shen Yuan's text, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

This Mr. Shen was quite a nice person, not taking issue with her.

"Mm hm."

"Mr. Shen, the logistic department has reported that your ordered car can be shipped on Wednesday and will arrive at the dealership on Thursday. If it's fast, you can come over on Friday to make the final payment and pick up the car."

Chen Na replied with her phone in both hands.

Land Rovers weren't easy to sell; showroom visits only accounted for half of the sales, the other half depended on referrals from old customers, so maintaining relationships with them was crucial.

Especially for a customer like Shen Yuan, who was decisive and wealthy, it was even more important to maintain the relationship.

So Chen Na didn't want such a moneyed customer to have a bad impression of her.

As she thought this, Chen Na couldn't help but feel a bit troubled by Shen Yuan's reply.

"No rush on that. Are you free tomorrow night? I have some specific questions about the car that I'd like to ask you in person."

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