Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 652 - 254

"Lv Group?"

The girl’s delicate brow arched slightly, as if hearing it for the first time.

Soon, a look of sudden realization crossed her face. "Ah, so it’s the Lv Group that’s suspected of financial fraud."

She scrutinized Lv Jiarong briefly before smiling. "You’re Lv Hui’s daughter?"

Lv Jiarong felt a slight jolt inside.

Her father held some standing and influence within the industry. Yet, this girl, so young, spoke his name with such natural and casual ease as if—almost as if—she stood at a height far above Lv Hui.

Lv Jiarong wasn’t a fool. There was no way Chairman Lan’s girlfriend would be an ordinary person. Judging by the tone, the girl might very well be the daughter of some powerful family. In that case, her demeanor was hardly surprising.

She nodded slightly. "I’m Lv Hui’s daughter, Lv Jiarong. My father’s case has questionable points; I want to ask Chairman Lan to look into it thoroughly..."

"You should go to the police."

Under the sunlight, the girl smiled gently. "Lan Xiping is a businessman; he won’t be able to help you."

Businessmen seek profit, young lady. You’ve got the wrong person.

Lv Jiarong froze briefly, biting her lip. Having come all this way, she couldn’t give up so easily. "I have a way to convince Chairman Lan. I just ask that you let me meet him once..."

The girl smiled again, her voice still as gentle: "Come, have a seat."

Lv Jiarong walked over hesitantly, not daring to sit opposite her.

The girl glanced at her.

Her gaze wasn’t particularly intimidating, yet Lv Jiarong felt a chill down her spine and instinctively sat on the single sofa across from her.

Glancing casually outside, her gaze landed on the floor-to-ceiling window scenery.

Chunzhou was a city ablaze with prosperity, soaked in brilliant sunlight. From this vantage point, the vast landscape stretched endlessly, inspiring a certain grandeur in one’s chest.

But she only felt dizzy.

She was afraid of heights.

Turning her gaze away with a pale face, she noticed a cup of clear tea pushed in front of her.

The phone in her bag buzzed incessantly, but she inexplicably didn’t dare to move.

"Your phone has been ringing non-stop, aren’t you going to answer it?"

Lv Jiarong pursed her lips, took out the phone, and glanced at the screen.

It was a call from Yan Lu. She didn’t answer it. Instead, she turned off the phone and put it back in her bag.

Given the Yan family’s special status, she couldn’t drag Lu Lu into this.

The other girl, as if engaging in idle chatter, asked, "I heard your father and stepmother treated you poorly. Now that they’ve fallen from grace, this seems like karma. Why are you trying so hard to help them?"

The girl’s tone was warm, like the sunlight spilling through the window, bringing a comfortable kind of warmth to the listener without sparking any feelings of prying into personal matters.

How strange.

Lv Jiarong sighed softly and said slowly, "Lv Group carries my mother’s lifetime of effort. I won’t let it crash in someone else’s hands."

"That ’someone else’ being your father, Lv Hui."

"I’m not someone who doesn’t distinguish right from wrong. If my father truly did such things, I wouldn’t defend him for a second. I’d let the police deal with him. But if..."

Lv Jiarong stopped mid-sentence.

"Do you have evidence?"

Lv Jiarong suddenly looked up, her doe-like eyes glimmering faintly with light.

Though posed as a question, the inquiry sounded strikingly assured.

Clenching her bag tightly, Lv Jiarong dropped her gaze in silence.

"Ah, so you’d only tell Lan Xiping?"

Lv Jiarong couldn’t help but feel curious—where was Lan Xiping?

Isn’t this his office? Why hadn’t he appeared?

Just then, a noise came from behind. Lv Jiarong instinctively turned her head.

The western wall was lined top-to-bottom with bookshelves, and someone opened one. Only then did she realize the wall actually concealed a hidden door.

"Boss, I made your favorite noodles..."

The voice abruptly cut off upon noticing there was someone else in the office.

Lv Jiarong was stunned.

The man emerging was tall and lean, dressed sharply in a white shirt and suit trousers. His impeccably combed back hair revealed a face that was strikingly handsome. His eyes, deep and dark like an abyss, were as captivating as they were intimidating.

A hint of a smile curved his lips, slightly softening his austere brows—like sunlight slowly melting the snow.

But the moment his gaze settled on her, any trace of a smile disappeared instantly, sending a prickling sensation down her spine. Startled, she shot up from her seat.

She had seen this young entrepreneur’s photos in newspapers and magazines. Handsome in photos, yes, but in reality, he was far more imposing.

"Lan...Lan Xiping, I—"

The man walked silently to his desk and picked up the desk phone, dialing out. "Security, come over."

Lv Jiarong panicked. "Chairman Lan, I’m Lv Jiarong. I’m here on behalf of Lv Group."

The man curled his lip coldly, his gaze icy as he looked down at her. "I’m not the police. Coming to me is useless."

His words were identical to what the girl earlier had said.

"Xiao Lan, Xiao Lan, why are you still so unkind? Aren’t you scared of intimidating the poor girl?"

A soft, teasing voice chimed in from behind.

Lan Xiping raised his gaze, a trace of helplessness flashing through his eyes.

Shen You’an walked over, took the bowl of noodles from his hand, and smiled meaningfully. "Talk properly. There might just be a surprise waiting."

With that, she carried her noodles over to the northwest corner’s pantry area and sat down.

This office was spacious. If one didn’t deliberately listen, it was hard to pick up on the conversation.

Shen You’an took a bite of the noodles, her face lighting up with satisfaction.

She’d missed this flavor of Xiao Lan’s cooking.

Those hands that so deftly handled money weren’t wasted—if he became a chef, he wouldn’t be bad at it, either.

In the end, Lan Xiping relented to Shen You’an’s words and sat back behind his desk. His sharp eyes rested on Lv Jiarong faintly.

"I’ll give you three minutes."

Lv Jiarong dared not waste a second. She immediately pulled an envelope out of her backpack and placed it in front of Lan Xiping.

He glanced at it indifferently but made no move to touch it.

Understanding the cue, Lv Jiarong took out the photos from the envelope and laid them out one by one in front of him.

They showed a middle-aged woman secretly meeting with a man. The photos were taken from covert angles and were somewhat blurry, but anyone familiar with them would recognize the subjects instantly.

"This is Wei Xia meeting Lan Jing’s Xue Lei in secret. It was Xue Lei who convinced my father to initiate the financing. However, my father never misappropriated that money—it was Wei Xia who secretly transferred it under the guise of project funding. She’s the real mastermind. She bought a plane ticket for 1 PM today to fly abroad. She must be stopped."

She’d considered going to the police, but the police had procedures to follow. By then, Wei Xia would have long fled abroad with the money.

She could only bet everything on approaching Lan Xiping.

Her gamble was that Lan Xiping wouldn’t tolerate being taken advantage of.

Businessmen seek profit. A sharp and capable man like Lan Xiping, with his extensive international reach, would undoubtedly pursue Wei Xia—even if she fled overseas.

The man withdrew his gaze from the photos and looked at the girl before him indifferently.

"What exactly do these photos prove?"