"During those three years, I delved deeply into Tibetan Buddhism!"
Guan Hongyu spoke with a steady, calm demeanor. Coupled with his magnetic voice, he sounded incredibly pleasant. He looked at Wan Yunting and Fang Yanxi, then smiled, "Perhaps in the future, I truly will shave my head and become a monk."
Jin Xiuwen looked at his somewhat weathered eyes and knew the tragedy that befell his family years ago had deeply affected him.
Indeed, his parents had passed away overnight. This led Guan Hongyu to drop out of school. He spent all his savings to buy a motorcycle and embarked on a nationwide cycling journey.
At that time, Wan Yunting and Jin Xiuwen couldn't comprehend it. Looking at Guan Hongyu now, they realized he seemed to have seen through many things. His unique aura made him seem out of place among ordinary people.
Wan Yunting, in particular, sensed a hidden Qi emanating from Guan Hongyu, for reasons he couldn't quite explain.
"Old Guan, did you practice martial arts later on?" Wan Yunting asked immediately.
Fang Yanxi and Jiang Peipei looked at Guan Hongyu in confusion. He nodded and smiled, "On my travels, I met an old man named Zeng who taught me many martial arts."
"So that's how it is."
Hearing this, Wan Yunting nodded with a smile. It made sense that he had a certain aura, but he still found Guan Hongyu's aura peculiar, an indescribable strangeness.
However, Wan Yunting didn't press further, attributing it to his own perceived qi deviation and the malevolent energy in his Shimen acupoint affecting his intuition, making Guan Hongyu's aura seem strange and eerie.
"Let's spar a few moves sometime," Wan Yunting said with a smile.
Guan Hongyu nodded and smiled, "Certainly, I'd also like to learn from you, a hero fighting against drug trafficking."
"Alright, you two,"
Jin Xiuwen picked up his wine glass. "What era are we in? Still learning to fight."
"This isn't about fighting; martial arts is a philosophy of self-cultivation,"
Guan Hongyu retorted earnestly. Wan Yunting paused, raised his wine glass to clink theirs, and said to Jin Xiuwen, "Old Guan is right. Don't speak if you don't understand."
"Yes, yes, I don't understand. But I can drink, right?" Jin Xiuwen rolled his eyes and downed his wine.
Fang Yanxi, Huang Yuqing, Jiang Peipei, and the others found it amusing to see the men acting like overgrown children bickering.
At this moment, in the corridor outside the private room, a young man dressed in a flashy white suit swaggered along. He looked arrogant. He had just finished dinner with some foreign friends, accompanied by his old classmate Fei Xiang, and they were planning to head to a nearby bar to continue their revelry.
As the young man passed by the door of Wan Yunting's private room, which was not fully closed, Zhao Fuyang and Fei Xiang stopped, looking in with surprise at Wan Yunting, Fang Yanxi, and the others gathered on the small balcony, drinking. "Hey, isn't that Fang Yanxi!"
Fei Xiang's gaze sharpened. He spotted Wan Yunting sitting next to Fang Yanxi, as well as Jin Xiuwen and Guan Hongyu. "Isn't this a class reunion? Why weren't we invited?"
Zhao Fuyang, with his arrogant demeanor, looked at Fang Yanxi, who sat beside Wan Yunting. Her captivating beauty reminded him of their university days when he had pursued her. However, Fang Yanxi eventually ended up with Wan Yunting.
"Wait for me, you guys go ahead. I'm going in to say hello to some friends."
Zhao Fuyang turned and said something in standard English to the foreign friends accompanying him, then entered the private room with Fei Xiang.
"Fei Xiang!"
He Chengping and Xue Jianchao, seated inside, immediately spotted Fei Xiang. They then eyed Zhao Fuyang with confusion and surprise. "Is that Zhao Fuyang?"
Suddenly, Wan Yunting, Fang Yanxi, Jin Xiuwen, Guan Hongyu, Jiang Peipei, and the others turned around. Seeing Zhao Fuyang and Fei Xiang walking straight in, they smiled. "Haha, who organized this class get-together today? Why didn't you invite us two?"
Wan Yunting, Fang Yanxi, and the others were stunned to see Zhao Fuyang and Fei Xiang appear. They never expected them.
"Yanxi!"
Zhao Fuyang ignored Wan Yunting, Jin Xiuwen, and the others and walked directly towards Fang Yanxi. He extended his hand in a gentlemanly pose, smiling, "It's been a long time since we last met after parting ways abroad two years ago. You've become even more beautiful."
Upon seeing Zhao Fuyang, her former classmate and the son of the chairman of Langxin Co., Ltd., who had shamelessly pursued her back then.
However, after Wan Yunting was imprisoned and Fang Yanxi chose to go abroad, they lost all contact.
But two years ago in the United States, Fang Yanxi had encountered Zhao Fuyang. He was working at a financial company on Wall Street, and they had even interacted for two days due to business collaborations.
However, this Zhao Fuyang was still like in university, relying on his father's significant influence in the business world of Huadu City. He acted very ostentatiously and was arrogant and overbearing. Consequently, Fang Yanxi detested him back then. Even though he was now feigning a gentlemanly facade, his demeanor and gaze seemed to convey a sense of superiority and arrogance.
Still, out of politeness, Fang Yanxi briefly shook his hand and then withdrew hers. She nodded and said coolly, "It's been a long time."
"Heh, so it's you two. I was wondering who it was,"
Jin Xiuwen glanced dismissively at Zhao Fuyang and Fei Xiang. During their university days, that guy, relying on his family's wealth, used to be so arrogant and boastful in front of Jin Xiuwen, Guan Hongyu, Xue Jianchao, and He Chengping.
Zhao Fuyang turned, looked at Jin Xiuwen and the others, deliberately ignoring Wan Yunting. "Jin Xiuwen, Xue Jianchao, He Chengping, after all these years, it seems none of you have made much of a name for yourselves!"
"Hey, isn't that Guan Hongyu?"
Zhao Fuyang then looked at Guan Hongyu, sitting quietly in a corner, with feigned surprise. He chuckled, "You dropped out of school back then and never showed up again. Looking at you, did you perhaps go out begging all these years?"
"Haha..."
Fei Xiang couldn't help but burst into laughter, pointing at Guan Hongyu's slightly messy long hair and stubbly beard, mocking, "You know, he really does look like a beggar."
Seeing Zhao Fuyang and Fei Xiang mocking Guan Hongyu made Jin Xiuwen, Xue Jianchao, and the others' faces darken. Wan Yunting, sitting beside them, narrowed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips, knowing they were doing it intentionally.
"You're right, I did go begging for a year."
However, Guan Hongyu smiled, showing no anger at Zhao Fuyang and his friend's mockery. Instead, he spoke with a sense of reminiscence.
"Heh heh."
Seeing that the other party wasn't angry, Zhao Fuyang let out a couple of cold laughs, then turned his attention to Wan Yunting, who was sitting beside Fang Yanxi. He then put on a show of surprise and said sarcastically, "Well, well, isn't this Wan Yunting? You're finally out of prison."
Fei Xiang quickly chimed in, "Young Master Yang, you wouldn't know, but he was released a long time ago. Today, he received the special honorary medal for people's anti-drug heroes from the police. He's no longer a rapist; he's a great hero now."
"Is that so?"
Zhao Fuyang looked at Wan Yunting and continued to sneer, "I can't believe I've been abroad for so many years, only returning today. The former rapist has transformed into a people's hero. Wan Yunting, you truly are something."
Fang Yanxi, Jiang Peipei, Huang Yuqing, and Lin Yanan, sitting nearby, wore grim expressions. Zhao Fuyang and Fei Xiang's constant mention of "rapist" was clearly an intentional attempt to reopen old wounds for Wan Yunting.
However, Wan Yunting, who had long since come to terms with his past, understood that Zhao Fuyang was doing it on purpose.
During their university days, Zhao Fuyang was jealous of Wan Yunting's close relationship with Fang Yanxi. He had hired two thugs to teach Wan Yunting a lesson. But Wan Yunting, who was a superior athlete due to playing basketball, had easily beaten Zhao Fuyang and the two thugs he hired.
Zhao Fuyang hadn't dared to say anything, after all, Wan Yunting's father, Wan Tielin, was far more influential than his own father, Zhao Lang, back then.
Therefore, Zhao Fuyang had always harbored resentment towards Wan Yunting.
Especially when Wan Yunting was framed and imprisoned by Chen Tao, his parents died in a car accident, and the Wan Shi Group went bankrupt, Zhao Fuyang had been overjoyed and felt a sense of vindication...