These individuals had already achieved considerable success, and returning to their alma mater filled them with emotion.

"Qingqing, I heard you've been doing well these past few years, bought a house in the provincial capital, and even got a new car."

One of the women said enviously to a stylishly dressed girl.

"It's just a small achievement, nothing much."

The young girl named Qingqing spoke modestly, but her expression was full of pride.

She was a well-known streamer, and with the rise of short video platforms, her hard work had turned her into an internet celebrity with millions of followers, giving her plenty of reason to be proud.

"Qingqing, don't be modest with us. I heard you recently donated a million to the school for the new teaching building!"

One of the men quickly flattered her.

"That's nothing!"

The girl named Qingqing smiled slightly.

"It's not much, but it probably puts you on the school's donation list!"

The others teased.

"Compared to that prodigious student from our school back then, it's like a drop in the ocean."

Everyone's expressions changed upon hearing this; that person was indeed a genius and the pride of the school.

He excelled in both character and academics in high school, started a successful business while in college, and by graduation, he was worth hundreds of millions and donated a teaching building to his alma mater.

It caused a sensation throughout Liancheng, and Qingqing still remembered the grand reception when he returned to school.

Banners, red carpets, student dance teams organized to warmly welcome him—how glorious was he back then?

He became a benchmark in the hearts of many at the school.

Qingqing still remembered that as a member of the welcoming dance team, just one distant glance at him stirred her heart.

Then she sighed deeply; later, when she went to college, it was said that he had been imprisoned, with charges so severe that he might never see the light of day again.

"I heard that senior is already in jail."

A male student said mockingly.

"Yes, I heard he committed serious crimes and has almost no chance of getting out."

"Our school's bulletin board used to display his glorious deeds, but now almost all traces have been erased."

"He's no longer someone the school is proud of; instead, he's become a disgrace that everyone despises."

At this moment, Ye Feng, who was ahead, heard their conversation and naturally knew that the disgrace they spoke of was himself, so he perked up his ears to listen.

At this point, the girl named Qingqing frowned and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

A man sneered and said, "Qingqing, you better believe it; it was all over the news back then."

Qingqing knew, but her intuition told her that the handsome, confident, and composed senior wasn't that kind of person.

For so many years, she couldn't quite believe that such an outstanding senior could suddenly become a murderer.

Perhaps it was her admiration for him back then that made her unwilling to accept such a harsh reality, leading to this illusion.

"Alright, let's not talk about him. No matter what, he made a significant contribution to the school."

Qingqing said lightly.

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"Qingqing, I know you admired that senior, but his heinous crimes are an undeniable fact."

One of the young people said deliberately.

Qingqing pursed her lips, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and didn't continue the conversation.

A girl beside her, knowing she had touched on Qingqing's sensitive topic, quickly changed the subject, "Let's not talk about that. Qingqing, I heard a senior is planning to donate eight million. Do you know who it is?"

Qingqing shook her head and said, "I don't know, just heard it's someone who runs a successful cosmetics company and was in the same class as that senior."

At this moment, Ye Feng couldn't help but stop, and the group behind him was engrossed in their conversation.

The girl named Qingqing unexpectedly bumped into Ye Feng.

Ye Feng turned around to see a man looking at him angrily, sizing him up. Despite his tall and handsome appearance, his worn-out clothes made him look like a pauper.

The man shouted angrily, "Are you blind?"

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow and then said calmly, "Seems like you're the one who's blind."

"You..."

The man was about to explode but glanced at the young girl named Qingqing, who frowned slightly.

The man suppressed his anger and said coldly, "Living so poorly, yet you have the nerve to return to your alma mater?"

Ye Feng retorted, "How I'm doing is none of your business, and this isn't your private property, so it's not your concern."

"You..."

The man was left speechless, feeling humiliated, and was about to lose his temper when the girl named Qingqing stepped forward and apologized, "Senior, I'm sorry, we were being rude."

After speaking, she gave the man a fierce glare, her face turning unpleasant, and he immediately shut up, not daring to say anything more.

Ye Feng had a good impression of the girl named Qingqing; at least she wasn't overly biased when they talked about him earlier.

He didn't want to cause any trouble here, lest his former teachers come out and see him as a joke.

So he smiled slightly and said, "It's okay."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Qingqing somewhat stunned.

"This senior looks very familiar."

Qingqing said softly.

"Hmph, just a loser who's not doing well."

"He... looks like Ye Feng, the senior who funded the teaching building."

Qingqing shook her head again; she had only seen Ye Feng once back then, and her memory was already blurred.

"How could it be? He's already in prison, and they say he'll never get out."

"How could he appear at the school?"

Ye Feng was just a passing episode for them, and they didn't pay much attention, quickly moving on to a new topic.

After leaving, Ye Feng strolled to the other side of the playground, close to the teacher's dormitory.

He didn't want to stay any longer and was about to leave when a childish voice called out, shaking him to his core.

"Daddy!"

Ye Feng looked down and saw a cute little girl, about four or five years old, tugging at his pants.

The little girl was adorable, with big round eyes looking up at him.

He was taken aback; how could anyone call him daddy?

He crouched down with interest, showing a gentle smile, and asked the little girl curiously, "Why do you call me daddy?"

The little girl clung tightly to Ye Feng's pants and said seriously with her childish voice, "I've seen daddy's photo; you are my daddy."

The girl in front of him was the little girl from the mother-daughter pair he saw at the cemetery yesterday.

Ye Feng didn't know that five years ago, when he went to prison, Liu Yingying was already pregnant with his child.

And she had given birth to the child, who was now this little girl with a sweet voice.