Chapter 20: The Battle of West Point

Chapter 20

Kong Lian, who was at the forefront, listened attentively to the commotion behind her. She discreetly glanced at Guo Tongwen, making a mental note of this person.

Throughout the day, Kong Lian was like a gentle princess stepping out of a castle, effortlessly captivating many people, including Guo Tongwen.

Impressive speed indeed. As soon as she realized that Guo Tongwen was not her adversary, she immediately approached and won her over.

After school, still carrying her backpack, Kong Lian walked out with Zhao Yi and a few others.

Just as they reached the school gate, they saw a luxurious car parked by the roadside. A well-dressed, silver-haired butler respectfully bowed to Kong Lian.

"Miss."

"Uncle Wang," Kong Lian called out and then turned to her new friends, the newcomers to her circle. "See you all tomorrow."

These students had never witnessed such a scene before. They had only seen something like this on TV, and suddenly encountering it in real life brought a sense of awe and novelty, like a country bumpkin entering the city.

"See you tomorrow."

They waved at her.

Kong Lian got into the car, and it started moving. She intentionally rolled down the window and waved goodbye to the people outside, deliberately displaying her social etiquette. It was almost as if her face said, 'I am a rich young lady.' This display completely stunned the group of naive high school students.

Even Zhao Yi couldn't help but marvel, her eyes looking at Kong Lian differently now, without the previous casualness, but with a hint of caution. "She really is a rich young lady."

If they didn't know about her background, they would have been easily deceived by her grandeur.

"A rich young lady?" Ren Ran chuckled.

Zhao Yi glanced at her sideways and noticed something different in her subtle expression.

She lowered her voice and whispered, "Ren Ran, do you have any information?"

Ren Ran cryptically replied, "Spoiling the surprise wouldn't be fun. Take your time and experience it yourself."

The play hasn't started yet, and the stage shouldn't be dismantled too soon, or else it would be unfair to the grudges of being fooled and betrayed in past lives.

Zhao Yi quickly understood, "Oh, I see. Hehe."

The next day, everyone hurried to school, and as soon as Ren Ran put down her backpack, all eyes were on Kong Lian as she entered the classroom carrying a large bag.

She asked her desk mate for help and distributed exquisitely crafted pastries to her classmates.

Each pastry was delicately designed and visually appealing.

"Wow, these pastries are so beautiful," someone exclaimed.

"They look like works of art."

Ren Ran was not wearing designer clothes, she wore custom-made ones. She didn't have a strong desire to buy things, nor did she pursue luxury goods. Let alone the fact that Ren Ran took the bus to school by herself.

From top to bottom, there was no sign of wealth in her, and no one knew that she was the little princess of the Yaxing Group.

There were several reasons for this: partly because she didn't like to show off, partly because of Kong Li's guidance, and partly for her own safety.

In her past life, her classmates only found out about her identity after it was exposed online that she had abused children in an orphanage.

Kong Lian's heart tightened for a moment.

She had asked her father to hire a pastry chef to make a batch of pastries, and she didn't expect her father to hire someone from Ren's family.

Kong Lian was a little worried. If Ren Ran noticed something, it would be troublesome.

She instinctively looked at Ren Ran, and before Ren Ran could speak, she quickly remedied, "Wow, your mom's cooking skills are amazing, Ren Ran. If my mom was this good, I would be so happy. I envy you."

One sentence directly defused Guo Tongwen's mockery and also praised Ren Ran's mother.

That's the power of language.

Ren Ran naturally understood her intentions and wanted to let it go, but why should she go along with her?

She took a bite and found that the taste was not unrelated to the pastries at her home, but rather exactly the same.

"The taste is indeed identical to the pastries made by the pastry chef in my family," she casually commented, placing the pastry down.

The information contained in her words stunned everyone present.

"Your family also has a pastry chef?" Guo Tongwen questioned again.

Are you trying to give Ren Ran trouble? You're actually asking for trouble for yourself.

Kong Lian wished she could shut Guo Tongwen's mouth.

Ren Ran paid no attention to Guo Tongwen and kept his gaze fixed on Kong Lian. "Being able to create desserts on par with Pete Qiao, you must be a renowned pastry master. Pete Qiao has always wanted to catch up with an old friend, and it seems his wish can come true. As a favor to Uncle Pete Qiao, may I ask who that person is in your family?"

Confidently revealing her own dessert chef's name, Ren Ran's calm demeanor made Guo Tongwen's previous words seem like those of a clown jumping around.

Someone quickly looked up who Pete Qiao was.

"Oh, my goodness! Pete Qiao is one of the top ten pastry masters in the World Pastry Cup."

The gazes of the crowd toward Ren Ran changed instantly, filled with curiosity, admiration, and questioning.

Upon hearing Ren Ran say the words she least wanted to hear, Kong Lian grew even more resentful towards Guo Tongwen.

What an idiot!