Chapter 201 Class Reunion 3

• Even though Li Yan had already learned who Felix Cohen was from Wang Haoran and Zhou Wei, she still pretended not to recognize him. Her goal was obvious: mock and humiliate Feng Xiaoxiao. "Xiaoxiao, hurry up and tell us—your boyfriend’s the young heir of which rich family?" A bunch of girls who didn’t know the truth stared at Feng Xiaoxiao, all starry-eyed with envy. They all assumed Felix was a rich kid from some big-name clan. Feng Xiaoxiao was about to speak when Wang Haoran’s voice, dripping with sarcasm, cut in. "Heh. If he’s some rich heir, then I’m a royal prince. I know this guy. He’s not rich—he’s just a lowly delivery guy." "That’s right. Kid, remember me? A month ago, you delivered food to me," Zhou Wei chimed in. Their words made everyone who didn’t know Felix freeze. "What? Wang Haoran, you sure you’re not mistaken? He’s wearing Chanel worth tens of thousands, and you’re saying he’s a delivery guy?" Li Yan put on a show of exaggerated shock. "Heh. These days, knockoffs flood the internet," Wang Haoran sneered. "Oh? You mean their clothes are fakes?" Li Yan kept up the shocked act. "What do you think?" Wang Haoran shot back coolly. "Come on, Feng Xiaoxiao, your boyfriend is way too fake. If he’s broke, he’s broke. If he can’t afford it, he can’t afford it. Why buy counterfeits?" "And you too—back in college we thought you were simple and sweet. Didn’t expect you to be this fake." Li Yan and Wang Haoran took turns running their mouths, trying to grind Feng Xiaoxiao and Felix into the dirt. Under their prodding, the classmates around them turned on Felix and Feng Xiaoxiao with scornful looks. Faced with all those contemptuous eyes, Feng Xiaoxiao went pale with anger. Regret slammed into her—she shouldn’t have come to this reunion. Felix, though, just watched the two of them hop around in front of him, calm as ever, not bothered at all. Off to the side, Wang Yuhan couldn’t stand it anymore. She spoke up fast. "Wang Haoran, Li Yan—are you blind? Take a good look. Does Xiaoxiao’s outfit look like a knockoff?" "We bought these clothes this afternoon at the Withers Group mall." "And we met Master Anwell there. He even wanted to sign Xiaoxiao as his exclusive model." Li Yan burst out laughing. "What? Anwell wants to hire Feng Xiaoxiao as his exclusive model and sign her? Haha, Wang Yuhan, don’t joke." "Maybe you don’t know. My bestie Liu Fei’er just became a signed actress at our Riverford Hongtao Media. Hongtao already reached a preliminary deal with Anwell—Fei’er will be his exclusive model for the upcoming fashion contest." "Fei’er already told everyone in the group chat. Now you’re saying Feng Xiaoxiao is Anwell’s exclusive model? If you want to stick up for her, at least find a better excuse." Many people nodded. They all knew about it—everyone had been talking about it in the group chat these past few days. Wang Yuhan froze; she hadn’t heard about that. "Look! Our class’s big star, Liu Fei’er, is here!" someone called. Everyone looked up fast. A few business vans were pulling in at the road ahead. As soon as they stopped, a dozen bodyguards jumped out and lined up in two rows. Then the door of the middle RV swung open. A fully covered Liu Fei’er—sunglasses, mask, wrapped up tight—stepped down. Li Yan and Wang Haoran, along with a bunch of classmates, rushed up to greet her. They fawned over her and ushered Liu Fei’er through the clubhouse doors.