Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 648 - 250 acts despicably

Leng Yunyang chuckled lightly. "I’ve long heard of Amos’s illustrious reputation, especially in the field of investment—truly a legend in the investment world. It’s an honor to meet you today. As expected, your reputation precedes you. I wonder if I might have the opportunity to seek some guidance from you, Amos?"

Leng Yunyang smiled with great confidence. "Amos, I feel we share similar dispositions. I believe we’ll become great friends."

The black-suited bodyguard stood expressionless, blocking Leng Yunyang’s path.

Leng Yunyang stepped forward, and the bodyguard, without a word, reached out, grabbed him by the shoulder, and threw him over with a shoulder toss, sending the youth flying.

Leng Yunyang reacted swiftly, using his left leg to push against the wall, flipping in mid-air, and landing steadily on his feet.

The black-suited bodyguard maintained his stoic expression, standing in the hallway like an unmovable wall.

"The young master told you to leave."

In the slightly dim hallway, the boy beneath the light had brows and eyes as radiant as blooming flowers, exuding a bold and reckless vitality—like a frivolous playboy treating life as a game.

Absolutely improper.

"Amos, I’ve admired you for a long time. Please give me a chance to get to know you. I’m an easygoing person—you’ll surely like me."

This guy, seriously...

The black-suited bodyguard stared at the swaggering, audaciously smirking face, his eyelid twitched.

Such shamelessness.

He felt an overwhelming desire to punch him in the face.

"Amos?"

The bodyguard, unwilling to engage further, dialed a number on his phone. "Security, come up and handle this."

Leng Yunyang found this dull. "Amos, why are you avoiding me? Is it because of our bidding competition—are you holding a grudge against me? People gossip about Amos being bold and unruly, yet here you are acting like a shy little girl..."

In the bodyguard’s sharp, hawk-like eyes flashed a dangerous glint as he stepped toward Leng Yunyang. "Shut your mouth."

With that, he reached out aggressively to grab him.

The two were of vastly different stature. Leng Yunyang burst into laughter, swiftly darting into the emergency exit door, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

The bodyguard’s fists clenched with an audible crack, his face dark as he stared at the shadowy staircase at the end.

Two security guards stepped out of the elevator, holding batons in their hands.

Causing trouble on the top floor—how truly reckless.

The bodyguard instructed coldly, "Post someone at the emergency exit door. Don’t let anyone up here, especially a shamelessly grinning boy with peach blossom eyes."

The guards didn’t dare offend their superior and responded immediately.

Shen You’an ignored Leng Yunyang’s shameless antics entirely—she couldn’t be bothered dealing with him. But that remark, "acting like a shy little girl," left a mark in her heart.

Don’t be fooled by his apparent frivolousness; every word and action he makes has a purpose.

Did he figure out her identity?

Were those outrageous remarks meant to test her?

She never doubted Leng Yunyang’s intelligence, but being overly smart can be irritating.

She must find an opportunity to make this guy take a harsh fall.

But now was not the moment to dwell on these things.

On the hotel rooftop, a helicopter slowly descended onto the helipad.

The cold wind whipped by the rotor blades assaulted the face, nearly knocking people off their feet.

A tall, slender figure wrapped in layers approached.

A man in camouflage gear jumped out of the cabin door, bowed respectfully when he saw the figure emerging in the dark.

The shadow boarded the helicopter swiftly, and the camouflage man glanced at the black-suited bodyguard before jumping into the helicopter as well.

The helicopter roared as it lifted off, disappearing into the pitch-black sky.

The black-suited bodyguard watched as it merged with the night, vanishing completely from sight, then turned.

After walking a few steps, he pulled out his phone from his pocket to see an incoming call.

He answered and held it to his ear.

"Xiao Long, has your mother recovered yet? Hurry and return—I can’t be without you for a moment."

The rooftop wind howled, muffling the man’s cold, hard voice.

"Mr. He, I’ll return right away."

On the other end of the call, the man seemed to relax. "Good, good. A fortune-teller told me I’ll face bad luck this year—it’s unsettling. Only with you here can I feel at ease."

A brief, mocking smile seemed to flicker at the corner of the man’s lips, smoothed away so quickly it was as though it was never there.

Leng Yunyang leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the distant night sky, clicking his tongue.

"To mobilize a helicopter—the Mei Fei Family’s influence is terrifyingly extensive."

Helicopters aren’t merely a privilege of the wealthy—these days, aviation restrictions are tight. Without connections, no amount of money helps.

"Let me guess—where’re they heading?"

Chunzhou, Tianlu Bank Building.

The towering building bustling by day now stood silent in the dark.

A man in a tailored suit adjusted his appearance in the elevator’s gleaming surface, seemingly unsatisfied.

If any employees of Tianlu Bank saw this scene, their jaws would undoubtedly drop.

Their composed, unflappable CEO—calm no matter what is thrown his way—was acting in such a down-to-earth manner.

Lan Xiping, though young, already had a highly storied career, earning the position of Tianlu Bank’s CEO at an early age. He routinely handled billion-dollar transactions and met with figures no less important than governors on a daily basis. To his subordinates, he was always unflinching, calculating, and in control.

Within Tianlu Bank, he had achieved near-mythical status; male employees regard him as their ultimate career aspiration, while female employees are infatuated with his demeanor, wealth, and looks, wondering which woman he’d eventually favor, their jealousy bubbling at just the thought.

But they didn’t realize their seemingly untouchable, otherworldly CEO had his own frustrations.

The excessive hair gel—his boss disliked his overly formal appearance.

As the elevator doors opened, a narrow passage led to the staircase toward the rooftop.

Collecting himself, he strode onto the red carpet with a slightly excited step.

As he set foot on the rooftop, gusts of wind whistled, but his perfectly styled hair held firm.

A helicopter roared in from the darkness above.

~

Since returning from Jingzhou, Yan Lu had been out of sorts.

Today was the last day of her holiday.

She first called Liu Runxi, pretending to express concern for her desk mate.

Then, in a roundabout way, she asked if Shen You’an had visited him recently.

The person on the other end of the call fell silent.

Yan Lu’s heart skipped a beat.

An’an couldn’t have been harmed by Yu Ruohuan, could she?

"Take good care of yourself. I’ll visit you when I return to Qingzhou this afternoon."

After saying this, Yan Lu hung up.

She rested her chin in her hand, pondering whether to call Gu Bichen.

Just then, Huang Xi called. Yan Lu didn’t need to guess what he wanted to say. Though tempted to ignore it, she reconsidered and answered.

"Xiao Lu’er, something happened!"

Huang Xi’s booming voice erupted from the phone.

Yan Lu calmly held the phone further from her ear, replying lazily, "What happened now?"

Huang Xi’s idea of a ’big deal’ often amounted to his dad cutting off his credit card or his mom forcing him to attend tutoring classes.

"Jiarong—Jiarong’s in trouble!"