After chatting for a while.
The two ended their conversation.
Just like ordinary friends.
Time flew by, and two days passed.
Wang Yue's graduation banquet finally arrived.
That morning, Wang Yue got up early to help his parents decorate the venue.
Because the family was now wealthy, they chose a relatively high-end restaurant this time.
It was said that this event would be livelier than the New Year, with enough guests to fill eighteen tables.
Each table could seat ten people.
That amounted to a total of one hundred and eighty people.
Wang Yue secretly clicked his tongue, he hadn't heard of so many relatives and friends in his past life! He suspected his parents had invited even the most distant and obscure relatives.
For example, the brother of the grandson of the second aunt's cousin's father's cousin's third aunt.
Upon arriving at the venue.
Wang Yue discovered that they had even put up banners.
"Mom, isn't this a bit too much?"
Wang Yue was speechless looking at the banner.
"What's too much? I've never felt so proud in my life."
Pan Huiying glared at Wang Yue.
Wang Jianguo chuckled wryly. He didn't want to be so ostentatious either, but Pan Huiying insisted that if they were going to have a banquet, they should do it grandly and properly.
Wang Yue felt a sense of social death.
His toes curled up again, a monumental task.
However, seeing the unconcealed pride on Pan Huiying's face, he let it be.
Forget it, as long as his parents were happy, he could endure the embarrassment.
Wang Yue thought to himself.
The restaurant owner greeted them warmly.
"Oh my, this must be your son, right? He's truly handsome and talented, clearly someone destined for Tsinghua and Peking University."
The owner said with a smile.
"Hahaha."
Wang Jianguo and Pan Huiying were amused and burst into laughter.
The graduation banquet was held to a high standard.
Wang Yue saw a bottle of Maotai on each table, which showed his parents' genuine pride.
However, thanks to Wang Yue not lacking money now, giving his parents six figures in living expenses every month.
The saying "raise children to protect against old age" finally came true in Wang Yue's life.
After helping his parents with the preparations here, Wang Yue received a message: Qiao Zixuan had arrived.
He walked out of the restaurant and saw Qiao Zixuan hopping over from a distance.
Today, Qiao Zixuan was wearing a white dress and a high ponytail, radiating an aura of youth.
A girl like this walking on the street would surely make most boys turn their heads; she was the epitome of a first love crush.
"Big Yue Yue!"
Upon seeing Wang Yue, Qiao Zixuan ran over, her face beaming with a happy smile.
"You're here so early?"
Wang Yue asked with a smile.
"Of course I had to come early!"
Qiao Zixuan handed over the bag in her hand, "Here, for you."
"Why so formal? Just coming is enough, you didn't have to bring fruit."
Wang Yue teased.
"What fruit? This is a gift for you!"
Qiao Zixuan took the bait, her eyes wide as she said.
Wang Yue opened the bag and gasped. It was a watch.
"Vacheron Constantin!"
Wang Yue inhaled sharply.
Although he hadn't studied watches much, he had heard of Vacheron Constantin's name.
He never expected Qiao Zixuan to give him such an expensive watch.
She really was a rich woman.
"Wear it every day from now on."
Qiao Zixuan smiled, "That way, every time you check the time, you'll think of me."
"This handsome guy has nothing to repay you with, so I can only offer myself."
Wang Yue said with feigned shyness.
"Okay."
Qiao Zixuan replied slyly, "Then you're my person from now on. Let me tell you, you must uphold male virtue! Do you understand?"
"Uphold male virtue?"
Wang Yue wondered if this term existed so early.
Then, Wang Yue's eyes darted, and he grabbed Qiao Zixuan's hand, "In that case, let's go pay your respects to your future father-in-law and mother-in-law."
"Ah?"
Qiao Zixuan blinked, and Wang Yue pulled her towards the restaurant.
As they approached the entrance, Qiao Zixuan suddenly realized what was happening and said with a flushed face, "You bad boy, let go of me."
Just then, Wang Hu walked out.
He saw Wang Yue and Qiao Zixuan holding hands and a doting smile spread across his face.
"Xiao Yue, aren't you going to introduce her?"
Wang Hu said with a smile.
"Brother, this is my..."
Before Wang Yue could finish speaking.
Qiao Zixuan quickly interjected, "Hello, Brother. I'm Wang Yue's good friend, Qiao Zixuan!"
"Good friend?"
Wang Yue looked at Qiao Zixuan teasingly.
Qiao Zixuan's face turned red, and she secretly pinched Wang Yue.
"Oh~"
Wang Hu understood, "I see, I see. Welcome."
After speaking, Wang Hu turned and went back into the restaurant.
Qiao Zixuan breathed a sigh of relief and then said, "You bad boy, you've embarrassed me so much."
"How is it embarrassing? Didn't you say you were my person? You don't want to make our relationship public? You flirtatious woman!"
Wang Yue said with exaggerated dismay.
"Hmph, you haven't even formally confessed to me yet. Don't even think about it."
Qiao Zixuan rolled her eyes charmingly.
"Brother Yue, Class Monitor!"
Just then, another person arrived.
Wang Yue turned his head and saw Hu Qianhao.
This guy had changed his hairstyle. His old slicked-back hair was gone, replaced by a crew cut. He looked much more spirited and less comical.
"Haozi, why did you change your hairstyle?"
Wang Yue asked.
He then noticed that Hu Qianhao hadn't just changed his hairstyle; his clothes and pants were also a different style.
Hu Qianhao touched his short hair and said, "I'm eighteen now. I shouldn't dress like a child anymore. I need to be mature, you know?"
There was another sentence Hu Qianhao didn't say: mainly, An Ran said she liked mature people.
Hu Qianhao had studied for a long time to figure out this mature look. When his father dressed like this, he felt incredibly secure.
"Did you dig out your dad's clothes to wear?"
Qiao Zixuan saw through Hu Qianhao's disguise at a glance and couldn't help but purse her lips and smile.
"Class monitor has sharp eyes. Don't I have the charm of a mature uncle in this outfit?"
Hu Qianhao said proudly.
"I don't see charm, but I do see grease."
Wang Yue commented seriously.
"Grease? What grease?"
Hu Qianhao scoffed, "This is maturity, beyond the comprehension of you little brats."
"I'm not bragging, but I believe this outfit will be popular in a decade or two. This is my ultimate understanding of fashion."
Good heavens!
Wang Yue thought that Hu Qianhao really had foresight, but it was just not applied to the right things; he was too busy contemplating useless matters.
"I'm not too late, am I?"
Just then, another male voice was heard.
The three turned their heads and saw Yang Yongkang arriving.
"Holy crap!"
Hu Qianhao exclaimed upon seeing Yang Yongkang's attire.