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The night soaked into the most exclusive private club in Jing City, gilded lights washing over the entire lavish hall. The lofty dome was studded with delicate crystal lights, warm, soft light spilling down in layers, making the polished marble floor glow with a gentle luster. Elegant, soothing classical music flowed through the air, softening the inherent formality and solemnity of a high-society banquet. Around them, guests chatted in low voices, perfumed and elegant, with wine glasses clinking—everywhere, the refinement and opulence of the top tier. Tonight's private gathering was not grand, but it had brought together several of Jing City's most elite young masters—a long-overdue private get-together for them. In the lounge area at the center of the hall, soft leather sofas were arranged in a circle. Several distinguished figures sat there, forming a quiet little world of their own, isolated from the surrounding clamor. Gong Weiyang lounged against the back of the sofa, his sleekly tailored black haute couture suit accentuating his upright, noble bearing. His fingers lightly held a glass of red wine, the amber liquid swirling gently in the glass, while a careless indifference drifted across his brow. After a long moment, he raised his eyes and spoke slowly in a calm, unruffled tone. 【Gong Weiyang】: "She's been abroad for three years. Why did she suddenly come back?" There was no great emotional swell in it—just a simple question—yet it stirred the air around them, carrying the subtle undercurrent of a reunion after long separation. Beside him, Guan Feichen lowered his gaze slightly, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips. His posture was casual and relaxed; his cool, clean-cut face was unruffled, with a hint of teasing mockery. 【Guan Feichen】: "Who knows? Maybe she's had her fill of fun abroad and remembered she could come back to torment us a little." Three years had passed in the blink of an eye. That girl who had once been willful and spoiled, clinging to them and raising hell across the entire Jing City circle, had left without a word—and now, without warning, she was back. Mo Xun sat to one side, his fingers unconsciously tracing the rim of his glass. The restrained tenderness of his youth was hidden in his eyes; the raw greenness of youth had faded, leaving only calm composure. At that, he gave a low laugh. His tone sounded like a casual joke, but if one listened closely, it held a faint, barely noticeable anticipation that had long lain dormant. 【Mo Xun】: "Our days are about to be turned upside down again." No one replied; there was only silent acquiescence. Not far away, Lu Yinian sat quietly upright. He was silent the entire time, not joining the others' small talk. His deep eyes were fixed from beginning to end on the spiral staircase not far away. His whole demeanor was cool and still, all attention gathered inward—his heart and eyes entirely focused on quietly waiting for the figure he had been separated from for three years to appear. Three years of waiting, silent and soundless, had long been engraved into his everyday life. At that moment, the sound of light footsteps came from the entrance of the hall. Xue Zhongjin arrived late, wearing a crisply pressed white shirt. He had shed the tension and gravity of the operating room, yet still carried the clean, cool aura of a physician. He had just managed to finish a long surgery and rushed over without changing clothes. The haste of his journey left his meticulously neat collar slightly disheveled and his hair with a barely noticeable looseness. He raised a hand, unhurriedly straightening his askew collar with his fingertips, and spoke calmly, his voice slightly hoarse from the rush. 【Xue Zhongjin】: "I just finished a surgery. It hasn't started, has it?" The others all looked up at him and were about to respond when a slender, delicate figure timidly approached. Wen Wanqing stood quietly at their side in a soft, light-colored long dress. Her figure was slim and delicate, her features gentle and timorous, giving her a fragile and harmless air. She was the one the group tacitly allowed to remain by their side—without support, gentle and considerate, utterly unlike that willful, unbridled returnee. Now, as she gazed at the resplendent, opulently extravagant hall before her, her eyes hid cautious awkwardness and unease. All around were the most elite young masters of Jing City, their intimidating auras triggering a faint flutter of fear in her. She shifted her feet slightly and instinctively edged closer to Gong Weiyang, the person she knew best and felt safest with. Lowering her eyes, she spoke in a soft, trembling voice, laden with timidity and unease. "Brother Gong, will Miss 你 be unhappy when she sees me... I'm so scared."