Standing Next To You-Chapter 450: New Version of Fei Chuan

"I want to see them too. They were so lovey-dovey that I still can’t believe they broke up."

"Yeah. Do you think they still have feelings for each other? Or are they seeing someone else now?"

"Nah. I can’t imagine the tyrant dating anyone other than Fei Chuan." freeweɓnovel.cøm

"Same here."

This conversation wasn’t limited to just one table. Most of the guests were whispering about it. Fei Chuan and Bei Sangyun had left such a lasting impact during their high school days that, as their former classmates gathered around, memories of the past resurfaced vividly.

Meanwhile, Zhong Cheng found himself surrounded and bombarded with questions.

"Zhong Cheng, will they both show up?"

"Hey, Zhong Cheng, is it true they broke up? What really happened between them?"

"Are you still in touch with the Boss?"

As someone closest to Bei Sangyun and had a few interactions with Fei Chuan, Zhong Cheng quickly became the target of curious classmates.

Fortunately, his friends arrived just in time, drawing the crowd’s attention away and rescuing him from accidentally letting anything slip. As the people around his table dispersed, Zhong Cheng exhaled in relief.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, despite the room being perfectly air-conditioned. The barrage of questions about his boss and brother-in-law had left him on edge.

"Ignore their questions," Lin Sanju, who was seated at the same table as him advised. "They will eventually get tired of asking you."

"I tried," Zhong Cheng groaned. "At first, they asked me how I’ve been, and I thought we were just reminiscing. Then everything shifted to questions about the Boss and brother-in-law. I was this close to covering my mouth just to stop myself from saying anything."

"Just give them a straight answer, and they’ll stop bothering you," Lin Sunji, seated beside Lin Sanju, remarked casually. Like the others, she was part of Class 3-1A and had come to attend the reunion ’reluctantly’.

If not for her brother persuading her and her curiosity about watching a good show, she wouldn’t have come. After all, she didn’t have any close friends at this school, as the closest friend she once had had become her enemy in the end.

"If I do that, the Boss will kill me." Zhong Cheng replied helplessly.

"Yeah, just make things harder for you then, coward." Lin Sunji snorted.

"Why don’t ’you’ answer them instead?" Zhong Cheng retorted. "I bet you know a thing or two."

Lin Sunji froze for a moment before shooting him a glare. She knew better. If she said the wrong thing, she might never be able to return to the country—and could end up banned for life.

Lin Sunji had already learned the hard way what it meant to offend Bei Sangyun. She had no intention of repeating that mistake.

As the hall buzzed with lively chatter, Qian Hua arrived, leading a tall man by his side, a flattering smile plastered across his face as they made their entrance. He seemed eager to curry favor with the man. From his demeanor, it was clear that the other party’s background must be more distinguished than him.

The man’s appearance was captivating. Although Qian Hua had grown into a handsome man—no longer hidden behind the thick glasses he wore in high school—he still paled in comparison to the one accompanying him.

It was as if the man carried a radiant halo. His fair skin seemed to glow beneath the soft lighting, complementing the cream-colored suit that fit him perfectly. His dark hair was neatly pulled back, though a few stray strands fell casually across his smooth forehead. His eyes, seemingly tender and affectionate yet tinged with a subtle coldness, drew lingering gazes. A straight nose and lips as red as painted cherries gave his face an almost ethereal beauty.

Yet, despite his androgynous allure, the sharp cut of his jaw and broad shoulders reminded everyone that he was unmistakably masculine. This blend of delicate beauty and strong physicality lent him an air of sensuality that made onlookers pause, entranced by his presence.

As the pair entered the room, the lively conversations gradually died down, and the bustling hall fell into silence.

All eyes fixed on the tall man, curiosity buzzing as they tried to place him. Then, the first to recognize him broke the spell.

"T-that’s Fei Chuan!"

The name sparked an uproar among the crowd.

Fei Chuan?!

They remembered the boy from high school—thin, gloomy, and aloof—though he had undergone a noticeable transformation in their final year. They had been aware that Fei Chuan was handsome, but the version before them now took their breath away.

He hadn’t grown into the delicate, princely figure they had imagined which complimented his fragile beauty in the past. Instead, he had become something far more captivating—a seductive angel draped in darkness, with black wings and crimson lips.

Fei Chuan’s arrival sent a ripple of shock through the crowd. After a brief moment of stunned silence, everyone hurried toward him, eager to introduce themselves and leave a favorable impression.

Fei Chuan was now widely admired—he had deep ties with the James family and had firmly established himself in foreign markets. In just a few years, he had achieved what even their fathers and grandfathers aspired to, becoming a figure their generation looked up to.

To their surprise, Fei Chuan greeted them with a polite smile. This change startled many, as they remembered how he used to scowl whenever someone tried to approach him after his transformation in high school. But now, the atmosphere around him was calm, composed, and almost radiant.

Was this person truly Fei Chuan?

With his polite and amiable demeanor, their admiration for him grew, and everyone basically turned into a great fan of his overnight. After all, they preferred this friendly Fei Chuan compared to his aloof and cold attitude in the past.

Before long, Fei Chuan became the center of attention, with people lining up to exchange greetings and engage in brief conversations.

Amid the lively gathering, no one noticed a shadow slip into the hall and blend into the far corner of the room. The area was dimly lit, in stark contrast to the bright center, where Fei Chuan stood as if bathed in spotlight. This shadowy corner was the perfect place to remain hidden.

Bei Sangyun had arrived. She concealed herself among the staff, her slender figure blending into the stacks of drinks. Despite everything, she had come—just to steal a fleeting glance at him.

Her eyes, brimming with unspoken longing, stayed fixed on the man now surrounded by admirers. How she wished to replace those people and stand close to him like them.

Nearby, a group of women who had just greeted Fei Chuan gathered at a table close to where Bei Sangyun hid. Their hushed conversation drifted to her ears.

"I can’t believe Fei Chuan smiled at me!"

"Same! And he even shook my hand—oh my gosh, his hands are so big, and his fingers are long and perfectly sculpted!"

"If only those people behind us hadn’t rushed us to move on, I’d have held his hand a little longer," one of them complained, her voice tinged with regret.

The women, their feet aching from standing too long in high heels, sat down while casting longing glances toward Fei Chuan.

They gazed at him dreamily, reliving their brief moments with him like fans gushing over a beloved idol, replaying the encounter again and again in their minds.