Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 646 - 248 Ambition

Leng Xingshuang seemed struck by lightning.

It took her a long moment to find her voice again.

"Brother?" 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Was Grandpa joking with her?

Everyone else who heard Old Sir Leng’s words was equally stunned.

It was widely known that Leng Shan had only one son, Leng Yuan, who perished fifteen years ago with his wife and child in a car accident on the way to the airport. Leng Yuan and his son died instantly, while his wife was rushed to the hospital, but due to severe cranial injuries, she became a vegetative state. However, she was pregnant.

The Leng family utilized all available medical resources to save Lady Leng’s unborn child, who was eventually delivered prematurely. That child was Leng Xingshuang.

After the child was born, Lady Leng lost all vital signs and passed away, following her husband and son in death.

As the posthumous child, Leng Xingshuang became deeply cherished by Old Sir Leng, who spoiled his granddaughter immensely. If she wished for the stars in the sky, Old Sir Leng would likely have tried to climb a celestial ladder to fetch them for her.

For years, the grandfather and granddaughter depended on each other, and the immense family fortune behind them drew envy from countless onlookers. The number of talented young men eager to marry into the wealthy Leng family likely could lap Jingzhou several times.

If Old Sir Leng didn’t intend to adopt an heir from a branch of the family, his only choice was to arrange for a husband-to-marry-in for Leng Xingshuang.

Leng Xingshuang was like a prized jewel, always surrounded by admiration wherever she went. Whoever married her would essentially marry into the entire Leng family. Old Sir Leng had already reached his advanced years; how many more days could he live? Once he passed, the entire Leng family’s fortune would belong to her spouse.

Yet what had Old Sir Leng just said?

That white-clad youth was Leng Xingshuang’s older brother?

Could it be that he was Old Sir Leng’s newly adopted grandson? Why hadn’t there been any whispers of this?

This was certainly not good news for those scheming to marry into the family as a shortcut.

Everyone scrutinized the white-clad youth with questioning looks.

Leng Yunyang let out a faint scoff, seemingly indifferent, and turned to leave.

That demeanor... It was far too arrogant.

Leng Xingshuang, utterly incredulous, said, "Where would I get an older brother?"

Leng Shan sighed deeply, his tone heavy and resigned.

Leng Nanzhu swiftly stepped forward, blocking the youth’s path.

He provocatively glared at Leng Yunyang, his gaze cutting past him to stare at Leng Shan, who stood not far away.

"Uncle, if I remember correctly, Uncle Leng Yuan only had one daughter, Sister Xingshuang, didn’t he? How could he possibly have a son? Are you sure you’re not mistaken?"

Since childhood, his father had proposed adopting him as Uncle Leng Yuan’s son, to honor the legacy of his uncle and aunt, take care of Sister Xingshuang, and carry forward that branch of the family.

But Uncle Leng Shan had decisively refused.

Later, when his father brought up the idea again, Uncle Leng Shan outright scolded him, leading to his father never daring to step foot in the Leng family’s premises again.

Leng Nanzhu couldn’t understand. He was among the most outstanding descendants of the Leng family. Why had Uncle Leng Shan refused to adopt him? Was he really intent on having Leng Xingshuang marry an outsider?

An outsider would never share the Leng family’s interests wholeheartedly. Such unions often ended disastrously, eaten away to the last vestige; history offered many examples. Uncle Leng Shan was making a foolish mistake.

The Leng family was vast, with many branches and numerous descendants. In this generation alone, there were over twenty boys eligible for adoption, but he was certain the youth standing before them wasn’t one of them.

Until today, Leng Nanzhu had never seen him.

He wasn’t a member of the Leng clan. Where had he come from?

From the tone of Uncle Leng Shan’s remarks, was he implying this youth had been adopted and thus bore the Leng surname?

But such a defiant attitude was infuriating. Did he really think that being adopted by Uncle Leng Shan made him a legitimate heir of the Leng family?

Bah—he should take a good look at what he truly was.

Leng Nanzhu’s question voiced the doubts harbored by everyone present.

Having his path blocked, Leng Yunyang didn’t seem annoyed. Instead, he crossed his arms, turned leisurely, and looked toward Leng Shan, his expression unhurried.

Leng Xingshuang also looked at Leng Shan, murmuring, "Grandpa... What is going on?"

Leng Shan locked eyes with Leng Yunyang and said, "Mid-month, the Leng family will host a recognition banquet. All questions will be answered at the banquet. I ask for everyone’s patience."

Bearing countless unanswered questions, the crowd eventually left the venue.

As the cold wind swept by, they began to process what had transpired.

The mysterious figure from Box Two who had spent a staggering two billion to secure the Purple Ganoderma—who was he?

While two billion wasn’t an impossible sum for the attendees, acquiring the Purple Ganoderma required more than just wealth.

A man without the strength to protect such a treasure would only invite disaster.

Before this, everyone had assumed the Purple Ganoderma would inevitably fall into the Leng family’s hands; only the Leng family possessed the capability and confidence necessary.

Yet suddenly, a mysterious figure intervened. The white-clad youth confirmed to be affiliated with Leng Shan continued bidding, yet in the end, the Leng family yielded and resigned.

This could only mean the mysterious figure was someone even the Leng family couldn’t afford to provoke.

Tonight’s auction had ignited two major points of intrigue.

The first was the enigmatic identity of the man who had spent extravagantly.

The second was whether the white-clad youth was truly the heir adopted by Old Sir Leng.

The next half-month in Jingzhou promised to be bustling with speculation.

"Just wait, kid," Leng Nanzhu threatened as he stormed off.

Leng Xingshuang looked at Leng Yunyang with hostility. "What exactly is your relationship with Grandpa?"

Leng Yunyang smirked, his grin as sly as a fox. "Take a guess."

Leng Xingshuang: ...

The man seemed to be dancing on her nerves, strutting about like a preening peacock in heat. She truly wanted to punch that conceited face of his.

Leng Shan stepped forward and clapped a hand on Leng Yunyang’s shoulder, only for the latter to sidestep the gesture, evading his touch.

Leng Shan’s expression stiffened.

"Yunyang, it’s time for you to return to the family. Don’t miss the banquet in half a month—I’ll formally introduce you to everyone then."

"Sorry, I don’t have the time," Leng Yunyang replied, his tone insouciant.

Leng Shan exhaled a heavy sigh. "You’re clever, but cleverness taken too far will only bring misfortune."

He had never doubted the youth’s intelligence. Surely, Leng Yunyang had already uncovered his origins. Coming to Jingzhou must have signaled his decision to formally step into this circle, though his prideful nature compelled him to put up a façade.

If that was the case, then he’d respect his intent and subtly guide the momentum.

Fifteen years had passed, and though the world had changed, he was relieved the boy had grown well. With further tempering, he ought to be capable of taking on the Leng family’s burdens. Then, Old Sir Leng could leave this world in peace.

Leng Yunyang squinted toward the staircase.

A blonde-haired youth descended from the second floor, trailed by a burly bodyguard dressed in black.

The youth’s golden hair and brilliant blue eyes were incredibly striking.

To describe a man as "fair-skinned and beautiful" felt surprisingly apt.

Cui Qi, the auction’s manager, and Wei Zhang, the master of Tianbao Group, followed him deferentially.

The tableau was somewhat dazzling.

Gu Bichen studied the youth closely, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity, despite never having met him before.

This young man bore an exquisitely foreign and elegant face. Gu Bichen wasn’t an ascetic devoted entirely to scholarly pursuits; he kept abreast of financial news.

Such an imposing presence, capable of quashing the Leng family’s ambitions for the Purple Ganoderma, could only belong to that rising star—the young master of the Mei Fei Family.

Leng Yunyang stared at the youth’s face as he approached and, suddenly, chuckled.