Chapter 7: Arrival at the Gala

The night air was crisp, and the grand halls of Qinghe University glittered under dazzling chandeliers. Rows of luxury cars lined the entrance, and flashes from cameras illuminated the lavish scene. Every wealthy heir, influential figure, and campus socialite had gathered for the prestigious Annual Campus Gala.

But none of them commanded the attention that Zhao Feng did.

A low, guttural roar echoed through the night as his Lamborghini Veneno pulled up to the red-carpet entrance. The matte black finish gleamed under the spotlights, the custom gold trim adding a regal touch. The car was more than a vehicle — it was a declaration.

The valet rushed forward, visibly nervous, and opened the door. A wave of murmurs swept through the crowd.

"Is that Zhao Feng?"

"No way! Wasn't he the campus simp just last week?"

"How did he get that car? And that suit—"

Zhao Feng stepped out, his tailored platinum-black suit catching the light. The diamond-studded Rolex on his wrist glinted like a trophy. Every detail of his appearance radiated confidence and power.

But what stole the show wasn't just the car — it was the woman beside him.

Su Ling.

She stepped gracefully onto the red carpet, her long crimson dress hugging her slender figure. The slit along her leg added a bold allure, while the diamond earrings she wore sparkled like stars. Her presence was commanding, yet elegant — a perfect match for the man she accompanied.

Zhao Feng offered his arm, and without hesitation, Su Ling accepted. The crowd erupted into hushed whispers.

"Su Ling? The student council president?"

"She's with Zhao Feng?"

"This can't be real."

Luo Shao, standing nearby in his custom-tailored suit, clenched his jaw. His hands curled into fists as he watched Zhao Feng stroll past him without so much as a glance. The humiliation from their last encounter still lingered, but now it burned even hotter.

And as for Bai Xinyue?

She stood frozen among the crowd, her delicate face pale. The goddess of Qinghe University, once the object of Zhao Feng's endless devotion, now faced the bitter truth — he had moved on. And not just moved on. He had risen above.

Zhao Feng's smile was calm, yet every step he took exuded dominance. The system's voice echoed in his mind.

Ding!

[Mission Update: Bonus Objective Achieved — Escort a Goddess to the Gala.]

[Reward: +3 Million Simp Coins, Charisma +150, Prestige +100]

[Total Simp Coins: 99 Trillion 104 Million]

"Zhao Feng," Su Ling's voice was low, meant only for him. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

He glanced at her, his smirk unwavering. "Let's just say I like proving people wrong."

They stepped into the grand ballroom, where gold-trimmed tables and crystal chandeliers gleamed. A live orchestra played in the corner, and the chatter of the elite filled the room.

But as Zhao Feng entered, the music seemed to fade. All eyes were on him.

Tonight, he wasn't the loser they mocked. He wasn't the 'campus simp.'

He was the man who had it all.

And this was only the beginning.