Transmigrated as an old lady, she wreaked havoc and brought down the entire villain's family.

The men standing at the door snapped back to reality upon hearing the name 'Qin He'.

One of the young men said sourly, "Who is he? The young master of the Qin family. How can he attend our high school reunion?"

"Yes, they haven't come in previous years, and it's even less likely they'll come this year."

“They went to study at the best universities abroad and have long since stopped contacting us ordinary classmates.”

Hearing the men's words, Zhang Youna continued walking towards the door of the private room, refusing to believe them.

After confirming that the figure she was hoping for was not in the corridor, Zhang Youna showed a hint of disappointment.

Qin He is from a wealthy family and is handsome, making him the object of pursuit for many girls.

So every year at the class reunion, she would dress up carefully, hoping that Qin He would show up.

Unfortunately, I always returned disappointed.

Zhao Junzhe, a boy with a buzz cut standing at the door of the private room, glanced at Zhang Youna who had followed him out, and teased her meaningfully, "Oh, our school beauty is heartbroken."

Zhang Youna would inquire about Qin He at every class reunion; who couldn't see what she was up to?

Another boy chimed in with a laugh: "The school beauty came here for Young Master Qin, not for us."

Zhang Youna glanced at the few oddballs watching the show in front of her. Actually, they weren't exactly oddballs, but compared to Qin He, they were far inferior in terms of family background, appearance, and temperament. They were simply not in the same league at all.

She's met good men, so now she looks down on ordinary ones.

Zhang Youna glared at them, then turned and went back into the private room.

I can't be bothered with them; let them be sour all they want.

Zhang Youna returned to her seat, and the short-haired girl next to her looked at the men standing at the door of the private room and asked curiously, "What were you guys looking at just now? Did you run into someone you know?"

While Zhao Junzhe was talking to Zhang Youna, the figure of the pretty girl in the corridor had disappeared. He went back into the private room, and the other men followed him in.

Zhao Junzhe walked to the head seat, plopped down, crossed his legs, and said with great interest, "We're not acquaintances, but I just glanced at that girl who walked past us earlier. Her skin, figure, and looks were absolutely stunning, so captivating!"

After Zhao Junzhe finished speaking, he clicked his tongue several times, his expression one of deep enjoyment as if he were savoring something.

The short-haired girl scoffed, "Give me a break. Is there anyone prettier than our school beauty, You Na? You're looking at someone else instead of the school beauty. What kind of eyes do you have?"

Zhao Junzhe waved his hand and thought seriously, "It's different. That girl was really beautiful. She had the feeling of a fairy descending to earth. She was practically a goddess."

Zhang Youna paused slightly as she adjusted her hair.

From junior high school to university, and now to her workplace, she has always been the center of attention and a goddess wherever she goes. But now, hearing the man who used to fawn over her now calling another woman a goddess, she felt a pang of resentment.

Which woman is prettier than her?

She suddenly wanted to see for herself.

Then Zhao Junzhe glanced at Zhang Youna, who was equally beautiful, and continued, "Besides, the school beauty is already taken, and she's not one of us."

A murmur of surprise rippled through the private room.

Zhang Youna continued fixing her hair, seemingly unconcerned.

It's her freedom to pursue whomever she wants, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, she's so beautiful, she deserves someone as outstanding as Qin He.

The short-haired girl immediately spoke up for Zhang Youna: "With your worthless appearance, even a goddess might not be interested in you!"

Zhao Junzhe said meaningfully, "That's not necessarily true. It depends on what the goddess values. As long as she doesn't care too much about fame and fortune, it's fine."

Everyone in the private room fell silent.

Whom is being targeted in this statement? It's all too obvious.

People get together for necessary social interaction and don't want things to get too ugly.

In terms of fame, fortune, and status, none of these classmates came from poor families.

After all, to be able to attend the same high school as the richest family in Qin, one's family must have spent a lot of money to cultivate their children or used connections to get in. Only a very few people from ordinary families can get in through their own hard work.

They're just not as rich as the Qin family.

At the very least, they are all second or third-generation rich kids, and most of them hang out in the same circle. Otherwise, how could so many classmates show up at a high school reunion after so many years?

The short-haired girl first glanced at Zhang Youna's expression with concern, then looked at Zhao Junzhe with wide, angry eyes: "If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute!"

Zhao Junzhe ignored the young girls and picked up the menu in front of the round table: "Has anyone ordered? Or do we want to order on the spot?"

The boy sitting next to Zhao Junzhe stretched and said, "I don't know if Young Master Qin will come or not. Who dares to make a reservation first? I also don't know what Young Master Qin's taste is."

Zhao Junzhe: "He's never come before, and he definitely won't come this year either."

As soon as Zhao Junzhe finished speaking, Zhang Youna suddenly noticed that Zhao Junzhe was sitting in the head seat. She immediately said, "Who told you to sit in the head seat?"

Zhao Junzhe chuckled, his expression somewhat speechless: "You guys are really funny. Qin He doesn't attend the gatherings every year, yet you still save the head seat for him every year, and you don't even dare to order the food first, just in case he comes. After so many years, it's almost become a rule, all for someone who has no chance of coming. Is it really necessary for you to go to such lengths?"

Everyone was silent.

Regardless of gender, everyone here wants to get close to the Qin family, the richest family in the country. If we're talking about ulterior motives, everyone has them.

So no one dared to speak at that moment.

After a while, someone said, "Let's order first."

Even though Qin He isn't coming, his old classmates still need to catch up with each other.

After dinner, since everyone hadn't had enough to drink, they went to the KTV downstairs from the hotel.

at the same time.

In the lounge area next to the KTV lobby, Qin He was making a phone call: "How is Grandma doing lately? Is she still at the hot spring resort?"

He was away on a business trip a while ago, and when he came back, he heard about Qin Yansen and Qin Jingxu. He also heard that Qin Yansen often brought a young and pretty girl into his office and brought their romance into the office. This guy is hopelessly obsessed with love.

Qin Yansen never seems to learn his lesson, considering how the last woman he brought into his office had tricked them.

Moreover, given Qin Yansen's taste, the woman he's set his sights on this time is probably no better.

Grandma doesn't know when she'll be able to come back and take care of Qin Yansen.

Otherwise, their family will be ruined sooner or later because of this love-obsessed person.

Aunt Liu, who was enjoying a paid soak in the hot springs at the resort, nodded and reported as instructed by the old lady: "Yes, that's right. The old lady is soaking in the hot springs right now. She said she won't be going back for a while. The air here is good, and she feels much better physically and mentally from staying here."

When Qin He heard Aunt Liu say that the old lady was in a good mood and in good health, he suddenly didn't want to disturb her rest.

"That's all right. Take good care of Grandma."

As soon as Qin He finished speaking, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a familiar figure walking in through the door.

How come that girl, who looks younger than him, looks a bit like his grandmother?