Official Career Storm-Chapter 1385

As it was nearing the end of work, Fan Jie sent over the address for tonight's class reunion, and Wu Qiangwei forwarded it to Song Guanchao.

After work, Wu Qiangwei first returned home and changed her clothes.

When she went downstairs, she saw Song Guanchao and Wu Ming standing by the car smoking and chatting.

"Sis, ready to go?" Wu Ming tossed away his cigarette butt.

"Mm." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Wu Qiangwei glanced at Song Guanchao and was about to get in the car when Song Guanchao suddenly pulled out something: "Mayor, take this with you."

She looked at the delicate gadget in her hand and asked, "What's this?"

"A bug."

Within a certain range, Song Guanchao could hear the happenings around her in real-time.

"Oh." Wu Qiangwei put the bug into her jacket pocket, her expression unchanged, but a sense of joy surfaced in her heart.

Song Guanchao prepared a lot for tonight's class reunion.

It meant that he cared deeply about her safety.

On the side, Wu Ming secretly curled his lip, rolling his eyes discreetly.

Once Wu Ming drove away, Song Guanchao followed.

The dinner was held in the city center.

...

Upon arriving at the restaurant, the waiter led her outside the private room, separated by a door, she could already hear many familiar voices inside.

They were all her classmates from college.

If not for Fan Jie, she would be more than happy to attend the class reunion.

She pushed the door open, and everyone in the room looked her way.

Faces that were either familiar or unfamiliar made her feel like she was back in her college days.

Among these faces, some showed delight, some seemed a bit reserved, others looked amazed, or exhibited complex expressions.

Students are by no means simple, but the majority of one's college years are definitely a place most worth cherishing.

Though there were intrigues and conflicts, compared to the dirty dealings of society, the little issues in school were as clean and pure as white lilies.

Though flawed, they were flawed in a pure way.

"Who's this beauty? Surely she's come to the wrong place?"

An exaggerated voice called out, approaching her.

This person was about one hundred seventy-eight centimeters tall, not particularly handsome, but still quite well-proportioned.

He smiled and said, "Old Wu, it's been so many years since we met, you've really changed a lot."

His name was Xue Dawei, Wu Qiangwei remembered him well; he was the life of the party during their college days, great at enlivening the atmosphere.

With him around, there was no chance for a dull moment.

Wu Qiangwei was no longer the little girl she once was, and being accustomed to attending large events, a gathering of only twenty or thirty people did not make her feel nervous or uneasy.

She glanced at Xue Dawei and smiled, "Da Xue, you're still the same, no change at all."

Xue Dawei flicked his hair, tilting his head to act cool, tossing his hair back: "Still as handsome as before?"

"Narcissist." A girl walking by gave him a big eye-roll, then came over to link arms with Wu Qiangwei: "Qiangwei, let's go sit over there, away from these smelly men."

Wu Qiangwei discreetly withdrew her hand; she barely remembered this girl.

It showed that during college their relationship was quite ordinary.

But now meeting her, she acted so familiarly, like they were close friends.

Clearly, it was because Wu Qiangwei had become the Mayor, and upon learning her identity, there was such a change.

The girl noticed her movement and felt a bit awkward inside, but it didn't show on her face.

She led Wu Qiangwei over to a group of women, scanning the group, Wu Qiangwei quickly assessed her former classmates.

At some point, class reunions ceased to be pure, becoming a platform for comparison, showing off, and demonstrating one's value.

Both men and women dressed impeccably, adorned with expensive jewelry or high-end watches, wearing logo-less clothing.

Those familiar with luxury brands could recognize through the materials and design that these seemingly ordinary clothes were indeed quite expensive.

And they hoped that some connoisseur might inadvertently recognize their understated yet upscale clothing, drawing out surprise that satisfied their inner vanity.

But among them was a girl who clearly stood apart from these classmates dressed in middle-class attire.

Her name was Huang Sisi, Wu Qiangwei's best friend during college, cheerful and carefree, her family's condition was one of the best at the time.

But she never showed any superiority due to her family's status towards anyone.

The reason Wu Qiangwei knew about her family was because their relationship was close enough; it wasn't until their third year that she learned from Huang Sisi.

She was one of the few good friends Wu Qiangwei had during college.

After graduation, they kept in touch until a few years ago when work got busy for Wu Qiangwei, and coincidentally Huang Sisi had her own circle, leading to less contact.

Huang Sisi wore ordinary blue and white jeans, paired with a goose-yellow short-sleeve T-shirt, and the long hair she used to have was now replaced by short hair, making her delicate face even more refined.

Her eyes showed some fatigue and weariness, lacking the carefree spirit of the past, more like she was pulled back into reality by life's necessities, exuding a faint sense of negativity.

Under the gaze of the classmates, Wu Qiangwei sat next to Huang Sisi: "Sisi, it's been a while."

Huang Sisi mustered a slight smile: "Qiangwei."

With Wu Qiangwei's extensive experience reading others, she could instantly tell that something must have happened to Huang Sisi.

She chose not to ask, after all, everyone has their secrets.

As one of the few friends from college, she didn't want to dig deeper.

If Huang Sisi wished to talk, she would naturally confide, and Wu Qiangwei would be there to listen.

Some classmates felt regret and jealousy seeing her sit next to Huang Sisi.

During school, they hardly mingled with Wu Qiangwei.

Everyone was busy dating and experiencing youth at bars and nightclubs, while Wu Qiangwei sported a mushroom cut, wore conservative clothes, exuding a sense of conservativeness and dullness, completely out of place and unable to fit in.

But who would've thought that this inconspicuous classmate had a political family background?

In just a few short years after graduation, she became the second-in-command in the provincial city.

Thinking about missing the chance to befriend a future Mayor filled them with regret.

Squeak.

The private room door was pushed open again, and the initiator of the class reunion, Fan Jie, arrived.

"Is everyone here?"

Fan Jie scanned the room and, seeing Wu Qiangwei present, smiled: "It's rare for classmates to gather, let's not leave until we're drunk tonight!"

"Waiter, serve the food and wine!"

During college, he was a prominent figure, and after graduation, he made quite a bit of money.

No matter how distasteful his actions might be in private, he truly earned money.

In this era of mocking poverty, not prostitution, whoever makes money is the boss.

In this classroom, Fan Jie might not be the most successful, but he was definitely the most popular among the female classmates.

His appearance made the female classmates act like wolves spotting a sheep, deliberately adjusting their posture, some slightly lifting their skirt hems or tugging down their necklines, striving for Fan Jie's attention.

Many observant male classmates noticed all of this, with feelings ranging from disdain to jealousy, or quietly watching the scene unfold.