Gu Xiaoer incredulously stared at the Anya in front of her, no wonder she hadn't recognized her immediately.
The woman in the deep V-neck dress with heavy makeup looked nothing like her high school self. Just four years had passed; could a person really change this much?
Her nose bridge was higher, her double eyelids deeper, and her face sharper, but her skin didn't seem too good. Even with thick foundation, acne scars were visible.
As Gu Xiaoer observed Anya, Anya also crossed her arms and scrutinized Gu Xiaoer with a cold gaze. A simple ponytail, with naive straight-across bangs, and a clean, translucent little face, she still had the best skin of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.
Anya really didn't want to admit that this completely makeup-free face was much more attractive than hers, but couldn't help herself from making a sour remark, "Oh my, isn't this our high school beauty queen!"
Gu Xiaoer silently touched her bangs; even after so many years since graduation, Anya still couldn't let go of that sore point.
During high school, the title of school beauty was merely a casual thing mentioned by a bunch of bored boys. Anya, being somewhat prettier and good at dressing up, was naturally more popular with the boys and always considered herself the school beauty.
But it hadn't occurred to anyone that when votes were cast for the always inconspicuous Gu Xiaoer, after comparison, it turned out that Gu Xiaoer was the true school beauty. Hence, the throne changed hands, and Anya, loving attention and unaware of the situation, became very jealous of Gu Xiaoer.
"Being called a school beauty is just a superficial title, nothing compared to your genuine materials," Gu Xiaoer said, pulling at her lips, staring quietly at the woman opposite her.
She nudged her elbow, hinting for Han Luoli to take a look as well.
However, the man beside her hadn't moved at all, one arm draped around Gu Xiaoer, the other hand holding a cellphone he was seriously looking at, as if no matter how extraordinary the other person was, they couldn't catch Han Luoli's eye.
Gu Xiaoer's completely non-scheming compliments sounded twisted in Anya's ears.
She hadn't expected this girl to have such a sharp tongue; wasn't this a clear mockery suggesting she was all fake! And while it was indeed surgically enhanced, these things should be implicitly understood; what would people think of her if said aloud? How would the entertainment reports write about her, especially now that she was Fu Ziming's girlfriend!
Too infuriating!
Without continuing the topic, she quickly wrapped herself around Fu Ziming, who had followed in, with an exuberant tone, "Gu Xiaoer, this is my boyfriend," showing off unmistakably.
"Nice to meet you," Fu Ziming greeted Gu Xiaoer subtly distancing a bit from Anya.
"You... you are…" The hoarse voice sounded familiar. Who was it again? Gu Xiaoer scratched her head in distress, feeling like the name was on the tip of her tongue but just couldn't recall it.
"Gu Xiaoer, what's with that look! You don't recognize the up-and-coming pop idol Fu Ziming!" Anya was furious; her boyfriend was her gold-plating, and Gu Xiaoer was acting dumb by not recognizing him, which was a slap in Anya's face!
Without further ado, she arrogantly commanded, "Gu Xiaoer, you're neither a 'Thousand Gold Princess' nor a guest invited by Lubao, what right do you have to sit here? Get lost right now; you should be sitting at the back."
"Who are you telling to get lost?!" A cold voice carried a bone-chilling iciness.
Anya and Fu Ziming were both taken aback, just to see the man who had been as silent as a mountain stand up methodically putting the phone back in his pocket, his dark and profound eyes glaring at them with severity.