Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 651 - 253

Secretary Qian came out from inside and bumped into Cui Qi, who looked utterly awkward and had nowhere to hide.

Cui Qi greeted him sheepishly, "Sec... Secretary Qian."

Secretary Qian narrowed his eyes, staring at Cui Qi with a warning glint behind his glasses.

Cui Qi hurriedly explained, "I just got here, didn’t hear a thing."

As soon as he finished speaking, he wished he could bite his own tongue. Saying this was as good as admitting guilt.

Secretary Qian said nothing and walked away.

However, Cui Qi recalled that last look from him, and a chill ran down his spine.

At that moment, Han Chi strolled out leisurely from inside and, upon seeing Cui Qi, gave him a smile.

"Mr. Cui, you haven’t left yet?"

"Min... Minister Han, if you don’t mind, I’d like to invite you for a meal."

The man smiled and said, "Sorry, I don’t have time."

Just as Cui Qi was about to feel disappointed, Han Chi suddenly shifted his tone, "Mr. Cui, you’ve probably grown accustomed to Jingzhou cuisine, but perhaps haven’t had a chance to try our Chunzhou dishes. I know a great private restaurant. Let’s use this opportunity to satisfy your taste buds—it’d make this trip to Chunzhou worthwhile."

Cui Qi’s eyes flickered slightly.

At that moment, a woman dressed in uniform hurriedly approached. "Minister Han..."

Judging by her appearance, she seemed to be Han Chi’s secretary.

Han Chi patted Cui Qi on the shoulder and walked away. The woman waited until he reached her side, then turned and followed him, talking as they walked.

Cui Qi mulled over the conversation he had just overheard, his heart filled with both apprehension and a peculiar excitement.

The enigmatic Chairman Lan was probably going to have a spectacular day.

Glancing around, Cui Qi noticed that this floor, where the executives’ meeting rooms were located, was eerily quiet. Ordinary employees could never set foot here, so there were no idle passersby.

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As Chunzhou’s foremost landmark, many people yearned to see the view from the top of the Tianlu Bank Building. What would it look like?

Surely, it must feel like standing atop a summit, gazing down at the smaller peaks below.

But alas, the ordinary folks who rush about for mere survival could never imagine that kind of vista.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, two single-seater sofas were placed, cradling soft bodies.

The bright sunlight poured in gently, wrapping around the young woman curled up on the sofa with her laptop.

It was a breathtaking scene—of course, if one could ignore the deliberately subdued and husky voice that escaped her lips.

It was a genuinely fluent foreign language. Her speech was rapid, yet tranquil, carrying a certain commanding composure, as though looking down upon the world from a mountaintop.

Anyone who understood the language would still find it obscure and filled with incomprehensible jargon.

On the computer screen before her, waves of red and green surged—a battlefield where smoke and fire were unseen.

In the upper-right corner of the screen, an ongoing conference call was displayed.

At that moment, the office door was suddenly tapped lightly.

The young woman seated on the sofa furrowed her delicate brows. She quickly said something, ended her call, and closed her laptop.

No one responded. The door cracked open slightly, and a cautious head peeked in.

Their gazes met, and both froze.

Lv Jiarong had been praised for her beauty since she was a child, but when she saw the girl seated by the floor-to-ceiling window, only one thought flooded her mind.

How could a mere flicker of a candle compete with the brilliance of the sun and moon?

The girl looked like she had been meticulously crafted by the Creator, her beauty so pure and sacred. The spacious office was bathed in abundant sunlight, yet Lv Jiarong couldn’t make out her eyes, only feeling pierced by her dazzling aura.

Lv Jiarong instinctively felt inferior, her gaze dropping involuntarily.

But she quickly remembered her purpose for coming, mustered her courage, and lifted her head again.

"Hello, I’m looking for Chairman Lan. Is he here?"

The older woman who guided her upstairs had said this was Chairman Lan’s office.

She guessed the young girl was probably Chairman Lan’s girlfriend.

Previously, Lv Jiarong had only heard Lan Xiping’s name mentioned—a figure who countless elite and prominent families in Chunzhou desperately sought to curry favor with. Many fathers dreamed of marrying their daughters to him to establish ties, for his name represented immeasurable wealth, and wealth could achieve anything. Lv Jiarong, having grown up in an affluent family, naturally understood the significance of that name.

At one point, during a business banquet Lan Xiping attended, women who fancied themselves as socialites revealed their true, savage nature, dressing to the nines in a bid to catch his eye. Lv Jiarong’s half-sister naturally shared this ambition, spending lavishly on dresses, jewelry, hairstyling, and skincare treatments, flaunting her preparations before Lv Jiarong, claiming she was going to win him over at all costs. She even boasted that once she married Chairman Lan and became Mrs. Lan, she would teach Lv Jiarong a lesson.

Lv Jiarong had scoffed at the notion, utterly uninterested.

That evening, her half-sister came home in tears.

Lv Jiarong didn’t have to inquire further—in fact, the news spread throughout the social circles of Chunzhou’s elite by the next day. Her flirtation attempt had backfired spectacularly; not only had Lan Xiping mocked her outright, but she had utterly lost face.

The illustrious Chairman Lan indeed had sharp eyes.

Women may flock to him, but he had never been involved with any particular one—not even a whiff of gossip.

Perhaps even paparazzi feared reporting on him.

At this moment, Lv Jiarong watched the girl seated in the sunlight, the endless blue sky stretching beyond the floor-to-ceiling window. Her pure, pristine aura felt amplified by the azure vastness, and the sunshine seemed almost divine. Within this scene, the girl appeared hauntingly beautiful and exceptionally innocent.

Compared to her, those heavily adorned women vying for attention seemed unbearably vulgar. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Perhaps only such a girl could truly match the legendary Chairman Lan.

The girl raised her brows slightly, as though descending from an altar, her features growing more vivid and lifelike.

Lv Jiarong felt her heart skip a beat.

"You’re here for him? Come in."

Her voice was soft, nonchalant, and relaxed.

Lv Jiarong stepped cautiously inside, too nervous to glance around.

The girl casually picked up a pair of glasses from the round table beside her, slowly placing them on the bridge of her nose.

That strikingly radiant aura seemed veiled by a layer of mist, indistinct as it gradually faded. It became like a flower cloaked in fog—imbued with mystery yet left partially unseen. The harder one tried to get a clearer view, the more blurred it became.

Even so, she remained stunning, but now like a vision viewed through clouded glass, carrying an enigmatic allure.

The girl glanced at Lv Jiarong and gestured to the seat opposite her. "Sit."

Lv Jiarong frantically waved her hands. How could she dare sit?

Propping her elbow on the sofa’s armrest, the girl rested her chin in her palm, asking curiously, "Did Lan Xiping bully you? Tell me, and I’ll help you seek justice."

Her tone seemed tinged with a hint of excitement.

Lv Jiarong hurriedly shook her head, "No... Not at all, Chairman Lan didn’t bully me."

She broke into a nervous sweat, feeling more and more convinced that the girl must be Chairman Lan’s girlfriend. Otherwise, how could she call him Lan Xiping with such casual ease?

She tightened her fists, summoning her courage. "Please don’t misunderstand. Chairman Lan and I have no connection whatsoever. I’m here on behalf of Lv Group to speak with Chairman Lan."