After I died, I became the white moonlight of the crazy villain.

I crossed my arms and waited to see how Song Chenhao would respond.

As it turned out, Song Chenhao and Bian Jiahui were even more shameless than I had imagined.

Song Chenhao paused for a moment, but before he could answer, Bian Jiahui stepped forward, pretending to be a good person, "After all, today is Song Chenhao's treat for our class, it wouldn't be good if one classmate was missing."

After Bian Jiahui finished speaking, Xiang Jiao immediately said to her with a look of disappointment, "Jiahui, you and Song, the school heartthrob, are just too kind. Jiang Wanying doesn't consider herself a part of the class at all. There's no need to keep someone like her who doesn't unite the class."

Song Chenhao then glanced at me with displeasure. "Jiang Wanying, even if you don't prepare a gift for me, you can stay for dinner if you want, or leave if you don't. Today is a class reunion. How can you ruin our meal just because of you?"

"Oh, then I won't spoil everyone's enjoyment of the meal."

I raised an eyebrow, took out my Royal Court membership card from my bag, and handed it to the waiter. "Give me a table by myself."

When the waiter saw me take out the black card, he immediately and respectfully reached out to take it. But after glancing at the card number, he suddenly looked at Song Chenhao and then at me.

Seeing the waiter's reaction, I immediately understood.

The next second, the waiter said with some difficulty.

"However, our restaurant only allows one reservation per card number, not two tables at the same time. That student has already used this card number to make a reservation. Who exactly is the cardholder...?"

The waiter's gaze shifted awkwardly between us.

I raised an eyebrow and glanced at Song Chenhao, only to see his face instantly darken.

When I asked my dad for this card to host his birthday party, I gave him the card number.

He certainly knows how to take advantage of people. One minute he's saying he wants to sever ties with me, the next he's here treating his classmates to dinner, and he even used my bank card number.

I curled my lips into a smile, waiting to see how Song Chenhao would try to maintain his public image.

Unexpectedly, before Song Chenhao could speak, Xiang Jiao seemed to understand something instantly and immediately stood up, "Jiang Wanying, do you think you can stop us from eating just because you stole Song Chenhao's membership card? Don't forget, membership cards at this kind of restaurant are all registered under real names! Whose card it is will be clear as soon as the waiter checks it. Your current behavior is nothing more than a self-humiliating clown."

Xiang Jiao spoke with righteous indignation, but little did she know that the real clown she was talking about had a face so dark it was almost unbearable.

I glanced at her with a half-smile. "Really? Then how about—"

I was just about to suggest asking the waiter to check, but before I could finish speaking, Song Haochen's angry voice interrupted me.

"Enough! Jiang Wanying, I had a perfectly good celebration party, and you had to turn it into this! Take the card! I'll just get another one!"

Xiang Jiao was startled by Song Chenhao's sudden outburst. Hearing that he would not pursue the matter and would give her the card so she could get another one, Xiang Jiao was completely distraught.

"School Heartthrob Song! That membership card is worth two million!"

Xiang Jiao tried to stop him in a shrill voice, but Song Chenhao ignored her and took out his card from his pocket, asking the waiter to swipe two million yuan on the spot to issue a card.

After he finished swiping, he turned back to look at me with a disdainful sneer.

"Jiang Wanying! I've said it before, I'm not taking it for free. I only intend to exchange it for company shares. But since you don't cherish it, even if you kneel down and beg me, I will never give you another chance to climb up to me."

I really can't figure out where his confidence comes from.

In his past life, even if he did have some brains and founded a company, if I hadn't used the Jiang family's money to invest in him, providing him with resources and connections, and even persuaded my mother to mortgage the company's shares to secure hundreds of millions of yuan to help him through his difficulties, would he really have thought he could become the richest man on his own?

Not to mention, in his previous life, he was able to establish the company only because Su Jiayi had no investors and only produced a half-finished product, which allowed him to win the first prize in an international competition by sheer luck.

Whether he can win the award in this lifetime is still unknown.

I curled my lips in a sarcastic smile, about to retort, when a fawning exclamation suddenly interrupted me.

"Young Master Ge! What brings you out?"

My heart skipped a beat. I turned around in the direction of the sound and saw the door of the last private room open, revealing Ge Zeyu's arrogant and unruly face.

A man dressed in a suit, who looked like a manager, quickly approached and asked if there was anything he could do for them.

Ge Zeyu glanced at us with a nonchalant look on his face. "How come I didn't know that the Royal Court was a place where anyone with money could come in and spend money?"