A female classmate looked at me with disdain and said, "You really can't expect wild boars to eat fine grain. The free car wash is for big clients with luxury cars. Do you understand?"

Shawn laughed and slapped the table, saying, "This country bumpkin is going to kill me with laughter. I feel embarrassed riding a bike here; I might as well take a taxi."

Ethan's face also showed signs of discomfort. The private room they were in was the prestigious Room 888, which he had booked a month in advance. If word got out that someone was washing electric bikes in his reserved room, he would surely become the laughingstock.

As everyone mocked me, their gazes filled with contempt and ridicule.

Several waitstaff in black uniforms began to push carts filled with exquisite dishes onto the table, signaling the official start of the reunion.

After the last dish was served, the class monitor raised his glass and stood up.

"First of all, I want to thank Ethan. If it weren't for him, some people might never get to eat this well."

"Secondly, today is Sophie's birthday. Let's raise our glasses to wish her a happy birthday!"

One female classmate shot Ethan a flirtatious glance and said, "I heard Ethan booked this hotel a month in advance just for Sophie's birthday. Room 888 isn't something you can get just because you have money."

Ethan waved his hand dismissively. "It's just a small gesture; as long as Sophie is happy."

After downing a drink, Ethan pulled Sophie close and announced loudly, "Today isn't just about her birthday; I'm also announcing that we'll be holding our wedding ceremony here on the 12th of next month!"

At Ethan's cue, Sophie raised her glass and nodded at everyone.

As congratulations filled the air, I quickly faded into the background.

After a few rounds of drinks and dishes, the hotel manager entered the room. For him, anyone who could book Room 888 was a VIP; I had met him a few times before.

After his routine check-in, he asked, "Are you satisfied with today's dishes?"

I casually remarked, "The 'Lotus Pond Moonlight' dish is a bit oily; the others are fine."

My voice was low but silenced the room instantly. Ethan's expression shifted several times before he finally spoke up, saying, "Manager, don't listen to him; he doesn't know anything about food. You can go about your business; we'll handle it ourselves."

Once the manager left, Ethan forced a smile and tried to keep the atmosphere light while Shawn turned to me and said, "Kyle, what do you mean by that? Do you think you're some kind of food critic now?"

No one else spoke up as if talking to me would be an insult to themselves.

The moment everyone had been waiting for arrived: after eating and drinking their fill, it was time to show off their wives and cars.

Someone proudly declared they had just landed a multi-million-dollar deal.

Just then, my phone rang; it was my fiancée Emma calling.

"What's up, dear?"

"I heard you're dining at Royal Hotel?"

"My friends and I just finished our manicures and were passing by; can we come find you?"

Thinking we were almost done with our meal, I casually replied, "Sure, come on over; we're wrapping up soon."

After hanging up, I felt even more scornful glances directed at me.

A female classmate scoffed and said mockingly, "What an eye-opener! They're coming in a group just to mooch off a meal. They probably waited outside for ages—hilarious!"

Ethan looked at me with disdain in his eyes. "No worries; more tableware won't hurt. Just have the staff bring out some more dishes."

He shook his head as if I were even more pathetic than he had imagined.

In just a few minutes, the private room door was pushed open, revealing a beautiful woman with light makeup and wearing a pale green dress. If Sophie, the campus beauty queen, was an 8 out of 10, the woman in front of me was at least a 9.

The visitor was none other than my fiancée, Emma.

In the disbelieving eyes of everyone present, Emma immediately sat on my lap, showing off her freshly painted nails to me.

I affectionately stroked her hand.

"Is this really your girlfriend?" Class monitor Shawn asked incredulously.

James, who had no filter, said, "I mean, we're all roommates here, so we know each other pretty well. You don't need to hire someone just to show off, do you?"

A female classmate rolled her eyes, "Kyle, if you're just doing this to act cool, you might as well be ready to put in some hard labor for half a month. Doesn't that sting a little?"

As the others chimed in with their skepticism, the manager approached with a security guard.

The manager handed Emma the car keys. "Emma, your car is parked. This is your card. The total bill comes to 176,000. We've waived the service fee. The fruit platter and gift will be sent over shortly."

Acting? Being supported by a wealthy woman?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

While everyone was still reeling in surprise, a man in a black suit approached.

Seeing the newcomer, Ethan quickly stood up. "David, what brings you here? We were just having a casual dinner, I didn't mean to trouble you."

Ethan could be impolite towards the manager, but towards this David, he acted like a primary school student.

After all, 60% of the entertainment venues in the entire city belonged to David. The Royal Hotel was just one of his many businesses.

To Ethan, David was a man of higher status than even his own father.