After being reborn as a rich and beautiful woman, she let herself go.

Chapter 100 Is your bag fake?

As soon as Hua Meimei sat down, the people at the next table started glancing at her and whispering among themselves.

Surprised, scrutinizing, and appraising gazes all converged upon them.

Hua Meimei pretended not to see anything and sat there casually. She turned her head to look at Fei Chenfeng and saw that he was being toasted.

The boys at the table were all drinking, and some of them started talking loudly and showing off after a few drinks. Some of them were so loud that they dominated the entire private room.

Kang Mengqi poured her a drink and said with a smile to the people around her, "I didn't expect Meimei to come to the party. I thought she wasn't coming."

Another female classmate chimed in, "Yeah, after what happened with Fei Chenfeng before, I thought you were too embarrassed to come..."

Hua Meimei glared at the girl and said bluntly, "What happened? Is it something shameful? Why am I embarrassed to come? What shameful thing did I do?"

The girl, bombarded with questions, was speechless for a moment.

The other girls also looked surprised. The timid and submissive Hua Meimei was nowhere to be seen; was it now the Niohuru Hua Meimei?

Kang Mengqi quickly smoothed things over, "Meimei, don't misunderstand, she was just joking."

Hua Meimei chuckled, picked up her drink, and took a sip. "So what if I had a crush on Fei Chenfeng? He's the school heartthrob, and plenty of people like him. How many of you female classmates here didn't have a crush on him back then?"

His question left everyone silent.

No one dared to answer the call.

A girl at the next table, who was sitting nearby, was jealous of Hua Meimei's rich and beautiful outfit. She also felt even more annoyed when she heard Hua Meimei start criticizing the female classmates as soon as she arrived. So she came over to offer her a drink.

"Come on, let me toast everyone. Flower Berry, don't look so fierce and like you're going to eat people up, it's the New Year."

Hua Meimei glanced over and recognized the girl as Zou Xiaomei, the class's most gossipy girl. She was now rounder than before, but her skin was still fair and clean.

"If you're going to offer a toast, offer a glass of wine. Is it sincere to offer a soft drink?" Hua Meimei scoffed.

Zou Xiaomei looked embarrassed, but the expression quickly vanished. She shrugged and said in a shrill voice, "We all drove here. How can we drive back after drinking?"

"Why don't you hire a designated driver?" Hua Meimei asked back.

"..."

The atmosphere became somewhat tense for a moment.

The other girls looked at Hua Meimei with annoyance. Her mouth was like a firecracker the moment she arrived, ruining the atmosphere of the party.

Kang Mengqi patted Hua Meimei's hand and gently advised her to say less.

Hua Meimei calmed down a bit, but she was unwilling to raise her glass. She just watched the others toast Zou Xiaomei with their drinks.

Memories from that year flashed through my mind.

Back then, Zou Xiaomei was the one who publicized her crush on Fei Chenfeng the most.

He was jumping around in the classroom, looking like a clown.

"Hua Meimei, your dad's factory is about to go bankrupt, where did you get so much money to wear fur coats and buy designer bags?"

Zou Xiaomei eyed her clothes with ill intent, and soon her gaze shifted to the designer handbag peeking out from behind her.

That bag alone would cost a lot of money if it were authentic.

"Is your bag a high-quality replica? It looks very real. Where did you buy it from?" Some girls didn't believe she would carry a real bag.

Upon hearing this, the female students burst into laughter.

Even if her family is rich, everyone knows that she has a stepson, and her father and stepmother are reluctant to spend more money on her.

She used to eat and dress very simply at school, unlike a girl from a wealthy family.

Is it really worth buying a fake bag for a party just to show off in front of your classmates?

Zou Xiaomei said, "Your clothes are made of eco-friendly wool, right? They look very realistic, and the style seems to be a copy of some international brand."

Hua Meimei remained calm and composed, picking up the sunflower seeds in front of her and slowly cracking them open.

Kang Mengqi, who was standing nearby, brought her a bowl of hot beef rolls and hot dishes, telling her to eat and not to pay attention to what they were saying.

Hua Meimei thanked him and wasn't in a hurry to eat.

Kang Mengqi couldn't help but ask her curiously, "Can I see your bag?"

She smiled, pulled the handbag out from behind her back, and handed it to Kang Mengqi as if it were any random item.

"Thank you." Kang Mengqi carefully took it and examined it closely.

Soon, the other girls gathered around to look at the details.

Hua Meimei cracked open the sunflower seeds, gently pinched off the shells, and placed them on a tissue.

This bag was a gift from Luo Jiuyu.

She had a bunch of bags like these at home, and at first she was quite fond of them. But after carrying a different one every day, she became numb to them and stopped being tempted by their prices.

"It seems to be true?" someone muttered.

"That's impossible. That bag isn't cheap. How could she possibly afford it?"

They thought that even if she could barely afford it, she wouldn't be willing to buy it given her circumstances.

You can't let yourself live a frugal life just to buy a bag.

"The imitation is so realistic!"

"Wow, the texture is pretty good."

A girl with oily hands touched the bag, but Kang Mengqi slapped her hand away, saying, "Your hands are so dirty, don't hurt them."

The girl looked embarrassed: "It's just a fake bag! It's only worth a few thousand yuan!"

Hua Meimei frowned unhappily: "How did you determine that it's fake?"

"You guys are worldly-wise, you really are, you know the quality of this bag. But you're also worldly-wise, you can't even tell the difference between a real bag and a fake one!"

Hua Meimei spat out the sunflower seed shells from her mouth, grabbed a tissue to wipe her hands, and then took her bag back.

Even if she didn't care about the bag, she couldn't let those people ruin it; after all, it was a gift from Luo Jiuyu.

“This bag is real.” After careful consideration, one of the girls concluded, “I’m a saleswoman for this brand. It’s a new limited edition. The store in Tiancheng doesn’t sell it; it’s only available overseas.”

Everyone had mixed expressions on their faces, and they all looked at Hua Meimei.

Kang Mengqi asked her, "Really? How much does this bag cost?"

Hua Meimei started eating with chopsticks, while extending a finger from her left hand.

Zou Xiaomei scoffed: "Heh, 10 yuan? I can afford that too!"

The saleswoman classmate said sarcastically, "Xiaomei, it costs over a million! Even if you could afford it, you couldn't buy it! It's a limited edition; you absolutely can't buy it without a certain status and position!"

Zou Xiaomei was stunned: "..."

Everyone else was also surprised; how could Hua Meimei be doing so well?

Kang Mengqi asked curiously, "Meimei, what kind of work do you do now?"

"Start a business, open a small company." Hua Meimei was eating a piece of tripe, it was crispy and delicious, and she wanted more.

So she looked into the pot and saw there was no more tripe. There was no more raw tripe either, so she called the waiter to bring her some more.

Zou Xiaomei asked sourly, "What kind of small company can make so much money?"

"I've seen her livestream selling skincare products," a girl at the next table replied.

Hua Meimei raised an eyebrow. "You guys are quite concerned about me, huh? The moment I arrived, you started asking all sorts of questions, even about whether the bag I'm carrying is real. So what if I bought a fake bag? I still paid for it, and money can't buy what I want."

Kang Mengqi laughed and said, "That's true. Meimei is a boss now, that's really impressive."

"You're with Fei Chenfeng? You two seem to have a good relationship; you came in together." Someone gossiped again.

The tripe that Hua Meimei ordered arrived. She put it all down in the pot and casually replied, "It's fine, we're friends."

"Just friends?" Kang Mengqi looked at her with bright eyes.

Hua Meimei smiled. "Yes, what else? I have a husband."