Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

Jiang Siming instantly became the focus of attention in the private room; after all, very few women could resist his overwhelming good looks.

Jiang Siming played along, casually chatting with them here and there.

Wang Xue, seeing that everyone had taken away her chance to talk to Jiang Siming alone, felt a bit displeased but didn’t show it.

Meanwhile, outside the restaurant, a group of men was still waiting for their important guest.

Finally, a Jaguar F-TYPE pulled up, and Li Yingzi stepped out of the car.

"Wow! That car is so cool!"

"Now *this* is what you call a car. Yingzi must be making a fortune."

"She sure picked the right company. No matter what, I have to convince her to let me join her company today."

"I heard that the benefits at Yinghuan Financial are five times higher than other financial companies. Even the receptionist’s salary is over three times higher than elsewhere."

"With my relationship with Yingzi, it shouldn’t be a problem for her to get me a section chief position, right?"

"You guys are so shallow. I think Yingzi is getting prettier and prettier. I wonder if she’d consider going out with me, hehe."

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"I’ll go park my car. Wait here for me," Li Yingzi said to them and then drove to the parking lot.

When she got out of the car, Li Yingzi glanced around the parking lot but didn’t see Jiang Siming’s Brabus or Aston Martin.

She remembered that Jiang Siming usually drove those two cars, but she didn’t see them in the lot. Instead, there was a very eye-catching Lamborghini from the *Sakuragi Hanamichi* series.

"Could it be that guy hasn’t arrived yet?"

Li Yingzi, still puzzled, walked back to the restaurant entrance, where a group of ten or so men escorted her inside like bodyguards.

"Has Xiao Mingzi arrived?" Li Yingzi asked.

"Xiao Mingzi? Who’s that?" Everyone froze for a moment.

Li Yingzi gave a subtle, almost imperceptible bitter smile.

Even the nickname she loved using the most was unfamiliar to them, yet they kept claiming to have a close relationship with her?

"I’m talking about Jiang Siming," Li Yingzi explained.

"Oh, him? Yeah, he came in earlier. Didn’t even bother to come out and greet our head class monitor—so thoughtless."

"Exactly. He showed up dressed like he was going on a trip, just wearing a hoodie. He probably even took the subway to get here."

"Right! He doesn’t even know how to dress for an occasion like this. Clearly no social experience."

"Let’s just stop talking about him. No need to upset Yingzi."

Hearing their fawning and self-serving remarks, Li Yingzi felt disgusted for the first time.

Previously, she thought it was nothing—just a sign that they had become more worldly.

But now she realized there was a big difference between being worldly and this kind of obsequious flattery.

"What does how he dresses have to do with you? Who gave you the right to chatter on like this?" Li Yingzi suddenly said coldly.

The group of men froze, stunned and unsure of what had just happened, as Li Yingzi ignored them and headed upstairs on her own.

"What’s going on?"

"Who upset the class monitor?"

"That’s too much. You guys went overboard. We’re all classmates—how can you badmouth Jiang Siming like that and expect her to be happy?"

"Oh, so that’s why. No problem, no problem. Later, we’ll have a drink with Jiang Siming, and it’ll all blow over. Worst case, I’ll give him a box of premium tea leaves. I happen to have a few boxes of loose-leaf tea in my car today."

After going upstairs, Li Yingzi arrived at the private room, Ya Xuan. Upon pushing the door open, she saw Jiang Siming surrounded by the women in the class, chatting casually while eating the fruit platter delivered by the waiter.

"Hello, class president!"

Seeing Li Yingzi, the women’s tone turned somewhat perfunctory. Although they knew she was doing well in life, few were there to ask her for favors.

On the contrary, Li Yingzi’s transformation into someone so beautiful and wealthy sparked jealousy in their hearts.

It was similar to how the male students had envied Jiang Siming’s good looks since their school days.

The principle of mutual repulsion held true everywhere.

Following Li Yingzi closely, the group of about a dozen men from the class also entered the room in single file.

When they saw Jiang Siming surrounded by all the women, especially with the prettiest one, Wang Xue, sitting next to him, their jealousy was far more intense than that of the women.

"The gathering hasn’t even started yet, Jiang Siming, and you’re already eating? Were you that hungry?"

"After all these years, how did our school heartthrob fall to such a state?"

"Don’t be too harsh. He’s just going through a rough patch, nothing shameful about that, right?"

"What’s poverty anyway? With Jiang Siming’s looks, he could charm a rich woman into supporting him in no time. Wang Xue, are you planning to sponsor him, haha!"

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Even the onlookers felt these comments went too far.

"Shut up!" Li Yingzi snapped on the spot. "Is this how you insult and ridicule a classmate? Is this a gathering or your platform for showing off?"

At her outburst, the men quickly quieted down.

"Don’t take it to heart, Yingzi. We’re just joking with Jiang Siming, isn’t that right? Surely, as a grown man, he wouldn’t mind," said Wang Biwen, the former class monitor. He looked scholarly with gold-rimmed glasses, but his smile carried an air of insincerity.

Faced with the question, Jiang Siming felt it would be inappropriate to remain silent.

"Of course, I don’t mind. We’re all old classmates, right?"

With a magnanimous expression, Wang Biwen addressed Jiang Siming warmly. "Jiang, you’ve got a great attitude. How about this? I happen to have some high-quality tea in my car. I’ll gift you a few packs later. It’s West Lake Dragon Well tea, each pack worth several hundred yuan."

"Wow, thanks so much. I’ve never had such fancy tea before," Jiang Siming replied with feigned delight.

Feeling proud, Wang Biwen grinned and said to Li Yingzi, "See? You totally misunderstood us. We men just have a different way of talking."

Li Yingzi glanced at Jiang Siming and, deciding to let it slide, turned to the group and said, "Since almost everyone is here, let’s take our seats. Waiter, bring the menu."

She walked toward the dining table, followed eagerly by Wang Biwen and the other men, all trying to sit next to her.

"Chairman Jiang, could I trouble you to sit with me?" Li Yingzi turned and smiled sweetly at Jiang Siming, who was still lounging on the sofa. Her plan to expose his "facade" was in motion.

Chairman Jiang? She had to be joking!

No one believed those words. They thought Li Yingzi was just teasing Jiang Siming.

Nicknames like this were common, even back in school, when they’d called each other "President Li," "President Wang," or "President Zhang." It was just a title, nothing more.

"When did the school heartthrob gain the nickname ’Chairman Jiang’? Hahaha."

Feeling exasperated, Li Yingzi was about to explain when Jiang Siming walked over and pulled her to sit down.

"Well, I’ll shamelessly sit with the class president," Jiang Siming said with a smile.

Wang Biwen’s eyes flashed with displeasure, but he quickly masked it. Not wanting to be left out, he immediately sat on Li Yingzi’s other side.

Li Yingzi was somewhat reluctant but didn’t say anything. Instead, she kept turning her head toward Jiang Siming, chatting with him non-stop and completely ignoring Wang Biwen.