Getting entangled with people like this is simply beneath one's dignity.

Su Weiwei was fuming, but after slapping the other person, she felt much better.

Besides, time was tight; they were already quite late and didn't want to delay further.

With Ye Feng persuading her from the side, she snorted coldly, turned around, and walked into the elevator.

"You... you... don't run..."

The drunken young man behind them was slurring his words, still wanting to cause trouble, but the elevator doors closed.

The drunken young man could only weakly kick at the already closed elevator doors and shouted loudly, "You... you... come out here for this young master!"

The commotion from the elevator attracted the attention of many onlookers, and it also drew the attention of the hotel's security.

Two security guards saw the young man on the ground, their expressions changed, and they hurriedly went up to help him up.

"Young master, how did you end up drinking like this?"

With the security guard's shout, the onlookers suddenly realized.

"This seems to be the eldest young master of the Xie family, Xie Feng!"

"What do you mean 'seems to be,' it is!"

Several regulars of the hotel instantly recognized the young man's identity.

"Luckily, those two left quickly; getting entangled with this Xie family young master is not a good thing."

"Get out of my way, find those two who hit me, that bitch couple."

At this moment, Xie Feng seemed to have sobered up a bit, shook his head, and shouted loudly to the security guards beside him.

"Young master, please rest over here, we will definitely help you find them."

The two security guards repeatedly agreed, helping Xie Feng to the lounge in the hotel lobby.

Ye Feng, of course, didn't care about the other person's identity; as long as someone provoked him, whether it was the Xie family young master or not, it made no essential difference to him.

The elevator quickly reached the third floor, and as the doors slowly opened, Su Weiwei walked out first, leading the way.

In front of them was a wide corridor, leading all the way to the end, with doors to private rooms on both sides.

Even the corridor was luxuriously decorated, with a golden and resplendent look, and the floor was covered with bright carpets.

The walls on both sides of the corridor were adorned with paintings and calligraphy, giving a sense of being in an ancient palace.

The entire third floor housed the most luxurious private rooms in the Liancheng Hotel, not open to ordinary guests.

Those who could dine here were basically the elite of Liancheng City.

As Su Weiwei walked, she explained that they were able to book a private room on the third floor thanks to He Chunqing's efforts.

He Chunqing, Ye Feng was familiar with this person.

Back in high school, he always had an eye on Su Weiwei, but Su Weiwei's heart was with Ye Feng during those years.

He never got his wish, and once when he came to trouble Ye Feng, he got beaten up by Ye Feng.

Since then, the two had formed quite a grudge.

Ye Feng followed behind Su Weiwei, walking past the corridor and arriving at a private room.

Gently opening the door, a burst of noise instantly came from inside.

The private room was large, with two huge revolving round tables, covered with delicious dishes.

Both tables were full of people.

Their arrival drew countless gazes.

"The class beauty is here."

Someone shouted loudly.

In any setting, women are always the absolute center of attention, especially beautiful women.

Even though Su Weiwei was already married, her looks could still outshine most people.

Back in the day, she was the subject of teasing among classmates, and after graduation, she became the target of inquiries for some.

"Class beauty Su, come in quickly and sit down, or you'll be fined three drinks later."

But soon, they seemed to discover a new world, looking behind Su Weiwei.

A familiar man stood there, dressed plainly, but with an outstanding demeanor, looking calm and confident.

This scene left some people inside holding their wine glasses, unable to recover for a long time.

"Ye Feng?"

After a long while, everyone came back to their senses, never expecting that it was Ye Feng behind Su Weiwei.

Ye Feng's imprisonment back then was known to almost everyone.

Most of these classmates were aware of it.

After all, Ye Feng was the most outstanding among them, whether in terms of academic performance or later career.

No one present could reach the heights Ye Feng once did.

At any time, Ye Feng was a prominent figure among these classmates, one of the topics of conversation.

Seeing Ye Feng again now, everyone was deeply surprised, stunned, their expressions frozen.

Wasn't it said that he would never be able to come out in this lifetime?

Could it be that the Ye Feng they were seeing now was fake?

Many people were filled with doubts, questioning the Ye Feng in front of them.

However, the Ye Feng now was in stark contrast to the Ye Feng they imagined.

Back then, Ye Feng had a net worth of nearly a billion, always surrounded by people.

And now?

Wearing cheap clothes.

Although he still looked spirited, he clearly seemed to be living a difficult life.

But thinking about it, it made sense; when he was imprisoned, at the moment he was handcuffed, he had already lost everything.

No matter how glorious the achievements, they were like a dazzling firework that had already ended.

Even if he was out now, the conditions must be extremely difficult.

This was the thought of most people present.

After a brief shock, everyone lost interest in Ye Feng.

He was no longer the Ye Feng of the past, not worth flattering or currying favor with.

Many even secretly mocked, wasn't he very glorious back then?

Look at what he is now.

"Class beauty Su, come, come, sit here!"

Someone broke the cold atmosphere, inviting Su Weiwei to sit.

As for Ye Feng, many of them wouldn't even greet him, after all, associating with a convict wasn't a wise thing.

They considered themselves to have developed a calm demeanor after years in society, with the ability to seek fortune and avoid misfortune.

Ye Feng didn't mind too much; after all, during high school, he spent most of his time and energy on books.

His relationship with classmates was mostly lukewarm.

The warmth and coldness of human relationships, given his current situation, it was normal for people to avoid him.

Ye Feng's gaze swept over the private room.

Two large round tables, clearly divided.

One table had people with average demeanor, likely those who hadn't done well in the class.

The other table had people who were confident, well-dressed, and engaged in lively discussions.

They were clearly the ones who had achieved something.

They didn't even bother to glance at Ye Feng, as he was already a thing of the past.

Among that group, an old man with slightly white hair sat upright, looking at Ye Feng with excitement.

Ye Feng sighed lightly, walked over, and said with a wry smile, "Mr. Tu, it's been so many years since I've seen you."

"It's good that you're out, it's good that you're out, come sit!"

The former class teacher quickly waved for Ye Feng to sit down.