When Yu Jiaying pulled up outside the restaurant in that pink Porsche 718 of hers, she instantly became the single most eye-catching thing within a hundred meters in any direction.

Zhao Ming got up reluctantly, walked to the door, and brought her in from outside.

"So, uh…"

Zhao Ming gestured at Yu Jiaying and made the introduction with visible awkwardness. "Let me introduce everyone. This is Jiaying-jie. Our families go back generations."

Yu Jiaying smiled, perfectly at ease. "Hey there, handsome boy. Hey, pretty girls."

That's how people born into money are — outgoing, lively, comfortable anywhere. Not like kids from ordinary families, who go out into the world timid and careful, feeling their way.

Yu Jiaying was a year older than Zhao Ming, about to turn twenty-seven. When she was in college, Xu Ye and everyone at this table had still been in fifth or sixth grade. So the way she saw it, these good-looking young men and women were all just little brothers and sisters.

"Xiao Ming~"

Yu Jiaying's gaze swept over the group and settled on Zhang Ruowei. She was beaming when she asked it. "This pretty girl must be your girlfriend?"

"Mm."

"I knew it."

Yu Jiaying pulled out the chair next to Zhang Ruowei and sat right down. Then, like someone born knowing everybody, she draped an arm around her and started in with the questions.

Things like: How did you two meet? How does he treat you? Have you met each other's parents yet?

Zhao Ming's face was pure resentment.

Damn tomboy, he thought. You're not one of my elders. Who asked you to sit here grilling everybody?

But he didn't dare say a word of it out loud, and sat there swallowing it like somebody's grandson.

After a few minutes of this—

Zhang Ruowei understood exactly why Xu Ye had told her, Meet her once and you'll know what she and Zhao Ming are to each other. This Yu Jiaying was obviously the domineering type. Between the look in her eyes and the state Zhao Ming was in, there was no chance the…