I am not just a tycoon-Chapter 780 - 461: Canary’s Casual Outfit, You Call Me Fat Just Because I’m Older Than You?_2

"It's alright."

Liew Menglu initially wanted to give a very ordinary review, but since she and Qianqian had such a good relationship—especially because this was a place Qianqian recommended—she decided to give it a more moderate evaluation.

Zhong Yitong was just brooding over not finding a chance to stir things up. Now, hearing everyone's consistent praise for the restaurant and Menglu's lukewarm reaction, she smiled and said, "Menglu must have eaten at more upscale Western restaurants before, so she finds it pretty average. It's understandable, considering her man could easily outclass the one we just saw walking by—by at least tenfold."

Liew Menglu smiled calmly, then slowly turned to her and said, "Yitong, if you've got something to say, just say it outright. No need for the passive-aggressive act."

Zhong Yitong's facial muscles twitched; she hadn't expected Menglu to call her out directly. Hou Qianqian, sensing things were headed in an uncontrollable direction, tried to mediate: "Menglu, Yitong, let's all say less, okay? It's rare for us to meet up—there's no need for this."

The others were enjoying the show, pretending to mediate while secretly fanning the flames.

"Exactly, Yitong, Menglu probably spoke without much thought. No need to take it to heart."

"Menglu might exaggerate a bit, but there's undoubtedly some truth to what she says. And honestly, a little vanity is normal. Don't take it too seriously, Yitong."

"Right. Menglu, there's no need to be so serious, either. Yitong only made a passing comment. You know her personality—straightforward and blunt. As friends, we should all be more forgiving."

"......"

Conflicts among women often play out with subtle verbal jabs. Liew Menglu had become accustomed to this long ago. Back when she worked at the gym, she'd endured far worse "attacks" than this.

Her personality doomed her to have more enemies than friends. Not that she cared—if it came to it, she could just choose not to interact with them in the future.

After all, if she had to curry everyone's favor and cater to their whims, she wouldn't be Liew Menglu.

Zhong Yitong didn't share Menglu's mindset. Getting riled up by the others' provocations, she blurted, "Did I say anything wrong? Didn't Menglu herself imply that ten of that guy just now couldn't compare to hers? So why doesn't she dare bring him along? Not to mention she said meeting us is pointless small talk—and now she's dissing our choice of Western food."

Liew Menglu didn't respond directly. Instead, she said in an even tone, "Are you upset because I didn't let that guy scan the code? Sorry if I hurt your pride, but let me remind you—if it weren't for me, that guy wouldn't have approached us in the first place. Can you admit that?"

Zhong Yitong's face turned ghostly pale. What Menglu had said wasn't wrong. From the man's positioning alone, it was clear he had stood closest to Menglu, and in the end, didn't bother even engaging once she declined—clearly thrown off his game.

But having her mask of dignity ripped away like this left Zhong Yitong utterly mortified, her face alternating between red and white. "Don't twist things up! And what does this have to do with your bragging about ten guys not being equal to your man? What makes you think you have the credibility to say that?"

Messy and flustered, Zhong Yitong was completely rattled. Liew Menglu had intended to spare her some grace, but some people simply don't know when to stop.

"Well, if they're not equal, they're not equal. Why should I bother explaining anything to you?"

"......" Zhong Yitong felt a pain in her chest from being choked by those words.

"Alright, alright." Hou Qianqian tried again to smooth things over: "Menglu wasn't looking down on the Western food we're eating. She only said it was alright; she didn't say it was bad. And her man is genuinely busy, so…"

Hou Qianqian was trying to defuse the situation partly for her close friend and partly to move the conversation along without any more drama.

Someone asked, "Do you know her man?"

Hou Qianqian nodded, "I do."

Know him? More than that—Nana is one of his women. I even have his WeChat! But why would I bother telling you? Hou Qianqian thought smugly to herself.

Shen Yuan has so many women; how could he have the time to meet you all? Plus, if he did meet you, my chances would decrease even further! Hou Qianqian mused privately.

"Is he really as amazing as Menglu makes him out to be?"

More than amazing—twenty-fold doesn't even begin to cover it! That guy earlier—can he randomly spend millions on women, or give six-figure allowances every month? Heck, even his own trappings are worth mere tens of thousands.

But Hou Qianqian wasn't about to spill any specific details. After considering her words for a moment, she replied, "He's definitely very impressive."

"Exactly how impressive? Hou Qianqian, tell us!" The curiosity hung thick in the air.

"It's not my place to say. I think you'd better ask Menglu," Hou Qianqian redirected the conversation back to Liew Menglu.

Liew Menglu simply smiled and said nothing, "Not worth mentioning."

What the hell? Just a moment ago, you were showing off about your man being leagues ahead of others, and now he's "not worth mentioning"? The group collectively felt a surge of frustration and disbelief.

At this point, it seemed inappropriate to press any further. Letting the conversation escalate into a full-blown quarrel wouldn't just embarrass the two of them—it would reflect poorly on everyone involved.

Still, judging by Hou Qianqian's demeanor, it seemed that Menglu's man really was exceptional. But exactly how exceptional? No one could tell for sure.

Zhong Yitong gritted her teeth in frustration, powerless to retaliate for now. But this humiliation—she vowed she'd find a way to pay it back double someday!

The day wasn't just about the dinner; they were also supposed to attend a painting exhibit. But after that showdown, Liew Menglu wasn't in the mood anymore. Heading home to read, practice yoga, banter with Qiao Lei, or tease Long Jinghan—all sounded far more appealing than this nonsense.

In the B2 underground parking lot, most of them had driven over separately, though some close friends had carpooled—like Liew Menglu and Hou Qianqian, who shared a ride.

Each person headed off to find their car amidst the dimly lit garage, when suddenly, the lights on a white Porsche 911 began to flash.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat. Most of them drove cars in the 200,000 to 300,000 RMB range, with the best among them being a BMW 3 Series. Where could they even dream of affording such a luxury sports car?

The sleek roofline, golden proportions, and streamlined body practically screamed for attention on the roads. Who wouldn't want a car like that?