Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 647 - 249 Get lost

The blond-haired youth walked out as if he hadn’t seen anyone around him.

To Leng Xingshuang’s eyes, this was blatant arrogance.

Her mood had already been soured by this suddenly-appearing "brother," and as she searched for an outlet for her frustration, she was about to voice a sarcastic remark—only to be stopped by her grandfather’s warning glare.

The words on Leng Xingshuang’s lips were swallowed back instinctively.

Cui Qi and Wei Zhang followed the youth with complex expressions on their faces.

A line of young female attendants dressed in cheongsams trailed behind, each holding an extravagant sandalwood box in their hands.

The group moved with grandeur, exuding an impressive presence.

Leng Xingshuang did not see the Purple Ganoderma.

The Purple Ganoderma is extremely sensitive to its environment, requiring a vacuum-like condition to survive. Given its significant transaction value, even bank audits take ages. The rule at Tianbao Pavilion is simple—cash on delivery.

It seems that Amos won’t be able to get the Purple Ganoderma until at least a few months later.

This leaves some room for maneuvering. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Wei Zhang personally escorted Amos to the car, followed by a black security transport vehicle carrying all the other auction items neatly packed inside, handled by professional security staff.

"Young Master Amos, when would you be available? I’d like to personally visit you with my financial team," Cui Qi asked, his back slightly bent as he smiled ingratiatingly.

With a two-hundred-billion deal involved, the transactions were indeed complex, requiring a myriad of procedures.

Amos handed Cui Qi a business card. "Contact him. He’ll handle all follow-up affairs," he said.

Cui Qi received the card with both hands.

As the car door closed, the vehicle sped away in a cloud of dust.

The black transport vehicle followed closely behind.

Under the faint light, Cui Qi glanced at the business card in his hand.

A black, gilded card—subtle yet luxuriously oppressive.

TL LAN.

Below was a string of phone numbers.

The card was minimalist, devoid of unnecessary words, but its mere presence exerted an inexplicable sense of intimidation.

Cui Qi was puzzled.

"TL? What brand is this?"

He instinctively pulled out his phone and dialed the number on the card.

It connected quickly, and a steady male voice came through: "Hello, Tianlu Bank Secretariat."

Tian... Tianlu Bank.

Cui Qi stared at the card in his hand.

How could he have forgotten—TL stood for Tianlu Bank, and LAN represented Lan Xiping.

"He-hello, I’m Cui Qi, the person in charge of Tianbao Pavilion’s auction. Tonight, Young Master Amos won the bid for the Purple Ganoderma at the auction with a two-hundred-billion price tag. Regarding the subsequent financial transaction, Mr. Amos asked me to contact Chairman Lan...," Cui Qi stammered.

There was a momentary silence on the other end. "Please hold on," the voice responded.

Cui Qi held his phone tightly during the pause, his nerves fraught with anxiety.

Soon, the same male voice returned: "Tomorrow morning at nine, Chunzhou Tianlu Bank Building. I trust Mr. Cui will not be late."

"Absolutely, absolutely," Cui Qi replied quickly.

The call ended.

Wei Zhang glanced at him. "Lan Xiping?"

"There’s no way Lan Xiping would take my call—it was his secretary. They told me to bring my team to the Chunzhou Tianlu Bank Building tomorrow morning. Still, I must admit I wasn’t expecting this to be tied to Tianlu Bank," Cui Qi remarked.

Wei Zhang smirked. "The Mei Fei family owns shares in Tianlu Bank. Financial dealings through them make transactions smoother, saving a lot of procedural hassle. It’s not surprising. But tomorrow, you’ll get to meet the legendary Lan Xiping—make the most of the opportunity."

Cui Qi smiled. "Thank you for your reminder, President Wei."

Leng Shan led Leng Xingshuang and Gu Bichen toward the parking lot.

"Grandpa, explain to me clearly—was that person really someone you took in? I won’t agree to this no matter what," Leng Xingshuang said.

Leng Shan said nothing, entering the car instead.

Leng Xingshuang puffed up her cheeks in indignation, her face full of resentment, but begrudgingly got into the car.

Gu Bichen had his own ride waiting, so he bade farewell to the two and stepped into the car sent by the Gu family.

Staring out at the neon-lit nightscape passing by, Gu Bichen’s gaze carried a hint of puzzlement.

"Amos, Amos..." he murmured softly under his breath, rolling the name off his tongue.

The blond-haired youth had ocean-blue eyes—stunning hardly did justice.

Bold, defiant, superior.

The Purple Ganoderma that should have been the Leng family’s prized possession had been snatched away by him, and yet the Leng family hadn’t uttered a word of protest.

His thoughts wandered to Leng Yunyang—they shared the same surname. Until now, he had never suspected any connection between the Leng family of Qingzhou and the Leng family of Jingzhou.

But now...it appeared the relationship was deeper than he’d imagined.

His phone rang. Gu Bichen glanced at the caller ID and immediately answered.

"How’s it going? Any news?"

"Unfortunately, we haven’t managed to locate Miss Shen yet," the voice on the other end replied.

Gu Bichen clenched his fist. "Could she have fallen into the hands of the Yu family?"

"Miss Yu’s security team is also searching for Miss Shen’s whereabouts."

Shen You’an had vanished without a trace—Yu Ruohuan hadn’t found her, nor had the most elite detective squads.

Had something happened to her, or...

Gu Bichen’s voice turned icy. "Keep searching. Inform me of any updates right away."

He ended the call, a shadow of worry lingering on his face.

Yu Ruohuan’s ruthless methods—if pushed to her limits, she might even target Shen You’an’s family.

Gu Bichen gave it some thought, then found a number in his contacts and dialed.

The line rang for a long time before the other party finally picked up.

"Runxi, how’s your leg recovering?"

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At the entrance of Beiqi Hotel, the manager awaited with staff to personally welcome the guest.

Amos’s golden hair once again drew all eyes as he stepped onto the scene.

The manager bowed and fawned over Amos, escorting him inside the hotel.

Nearby, a sedan pulled up along the roadside, and a youth in white stepped out from the vehicle. Alone, he walked leisurely in their direction.

Amos entered a private elevator, his bodyguards pushing a cart stacked with sandalwood boxes.

The elevator doors closed slowly, cutting off the manager’s overly ingratiating expression.

Returning to the penthouse suite, the bodyguards placed all the sandalwood boxes on the marble table in the living room, then exited the room.

Amos entered the bathroom, removed his golden wig, and tossed it aside. A cascade of dark hair fell down, slightly longer now, brushing against the slender neck and resting near the shoulders—accentuating the porcelain-white skin and elegant lines of the collarbone.

He removed the colored contact lenses and walked barefoot into the shower.

When he emerged, steam enveloped the room, veiling his figure like a mirage. The girl’s delicate beauty and ethereal presence seemed to exist within a dream.

On the steamed bathroom mirror lay a misty sheen, obscuring the reflection inside—only a faint outline could be seen.

Shen You’an wrapped herself in a bathrobe and stepped out of the bathroom.

Her gaze swept across the array of sandalwood boxes on the table.

Just then, a respectful voice came from beyond the door: "The Leng family has arrived."

Shen You’an responded coolly, "Let them in."

The door opened, and a black-suited bodyguard stepped briskly into the room.

The transformation from a golden-haired youth to a breathtakingly beautiful girl did not elicit the slightest surprise from him. His expression remained impassive, his demeanor impeccably professional.

He took out a black bag, carefully placing all the sandalwood boxes inside before retreating once more.

Outside the door, Leng Shan’s assistant hefted the black bag, gauging its weight. He turned to the black-clad bodyguard and said, "Please assure Young Master Amos that Mr. Leng always keeps his word."

These rare treasures needed to be processed using the Leng family’s exclusive preparation methods to unlock their optimal medicinal efficacy.

As the elevator doors opened, a youth clad in white stepped out.

The assistant wasn’t surprised to see him—he nodded briefly in acknowledgement and entered the elevator.

Leng Yunyang raised an eyebrow and addressed the black-suited bodyguard. "I want to see Amos."

The room was well-insulated, yet an impatient voice unmistakably drifted out from the gap under the door: "Tell him to leave."