Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 653 - 255
The manβs gaze was cold, like the snow of a bitter winter falling upon the body. ππΏπππ°π²ππ§π π§π²π₯.ππ¨π
But Lv Jiarongβs heart was even colder.
Time was no longer her ally; it was now 11:30 AM, and there remained only an hour and a half until the 1:00 PM flight.
Wei Xia might already be checking in at this very moment.
She had destroyed Lv Group, sent her father to prison to take the blame, and then fled abroad with the money, living carefree ever since.
When Lv Jiarong thought of this, a surge of anger rose uncontrollably within her heart.
She stood up straight, meeting the eyes of the man sitting behind the desk on the other side.
The once delicate and pitiful eyes now shed their fragility, bursting forth with a peculiar brillianceβunyielding and resolute.
Lan Xiping froze for a moment.
"Pictures alone prove nothing, but what if I have concrete evidence of Wei Xia transferring assets? I just need a little time. Chairman Lan, trust me this onceβI wonβt disappoint you."
A teenage girl, barely out of childhood, daring to slam her hand on the desk and demand his trust.
Lan Xiping wanted to laugh.
But his gaze shifted to the slender figure sitting in the cafΓ©, and the smile froze on his lips.
Teenage girls these days were surprisingly capable.
Lv Jiarong spoke again: "Chairman Lan, surely you donβt want to be played for a fool, do you? If word gets out, wouldnβt your reputation as chairman become a joke?"
The girlβs gaze was aggressive, but her tone contained cautious probing.
Lan Xiping curled his lips slightly, though his expression remained frosty.
"Donβt try to provoke me. Iβll give you a day. If you canβt produce evidence within 24 hours, then Iβm sorry."
"Alright. A day it is. But you must detain Wei Xiaβdonβt let her leave the country."
Lan Xiping raised his brows. Picking up his phone, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and dialed a number.
Lv Jiarong noticed he used his personal phone instead of the office landline. Though he kept his voice low, she could faintly catch words like Wei Xia... airport...
Relief washed over her heart.
It seemed she had gambled correctly.
As her tension eased, a wave of weakness overtook her legs, prompting her to lean on the desk instinctively.
Lan Xiping hung up the phone and turned to her, his gaze saying plainly, "Why are you still here?"
Lv Jiarong hastily responded, "Iβll leave right now."
As she uttered the words, she turned and departed.
Too eager, she relaxed her tense muscles and stumbled forward, falling onto the ground.
The floor was carpeted, making the fall less painful.
But Lv Jiarongβs face paled instantly.
How humiliating.
A snicker sounded from behind her, unreservedly mocking.
Lv Jiarong bit her lip and pressed her hands against the carpet, preparing to stand slowly. But just as she put weight on her right ankle, a sharp, piercing pain shot through it. Her body swayed as she rose, and she gritted her teeth, forcing herself to stand upright.
Unwilling to show weakness, she took one step forward...
And just before she could fall again, someone caught her by the arm, stopping her descent.
Lv Jiarong lifted her eyes. The reflection of light off glasses made the figureβs gaze seem shrouded in mistβmysterious and elusive, yet undeniably beautiful.
She froze momentarily.
"Donβt push yourself; youβve probably twisted your ankle."
The girl spoke gently, helping Lv Jiarong to a couch to sit.
Shen Youβan bent down to check Lv Jiarongβs ankle, prompting her to shrink back awkwardly.
He smiled gently, his calm demeanor soothing Lv Jiarongβs unease.
"Bring a towel and some ice."
Lv Jiarong blinked, realizing that with just three people in the room, Shen Youβan must have directed this request at Lan Xiping.
Lv Jiarong shot a cautious glance at Lan Xiping.
To her surprise, the cold and unfeeling man obediently went to fetch ice.
This piqued Lv Jiarongβs curiosity, and she gazed at the girl before her with newfound amazement.
The other seemed endlessly kind and patient, prompting Lv Jiarong to muster her courage and ask, "Are you Chairman Lanβs girlfriend?"
Bathed in the soft sunlight, the girlβs ivory skin gleamed like polished jade, dazzlingly white. Her appearance resembled a sculpture hewn from pure jade, causing Lv Jiarong to feel an illusion-like daze.
"Girlfriend?" The girl reacted as though hearing a particularly ridiculous joke. With her brows arching, her smile blossomed like a radiant flowerβa resemblance to the sprawling peach forests of April.
She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Lv Jiarong thought inwardly that although Lan Xiping was Chunzhouβs ideal bachelor, courted by women of high social standing, he was unworthy of this girl.
She couldnβt explain why, but it was simply an instinct.
Lan Xiping returned with a towel and ice, and Shen Youβan took them, carefully wrapping the ice in the towel and pressing it to Lv Jiarongβs ankle. Her movements were tender and meticulous, evoking an unfamiliar sense of warmth in Lv Jiarong.
Realizing this, Lv Jiarong bowed quickly. "Let me handle it myself."
Shen Youβan released the towel.
Feeling the atmosphere growing awkward, Lv Jiarong spoke softly, "Am I... disturbing you? Iβll leave now...."
She began to rise as her words fell.
Shen Youβan, noting the girlβs clear gaze devoid of ulterior motives, chuckled inwardly. Otherwise, she might have suspected this was deliberate trouble-making.
"Just stay seated. Someone will come to take you home soon."
Lv Jiarong hesitated briefly and then returned to her seat.
But she failed to notice the peculiar expression that momentarily flickered across the face of the man standing a short distance behind her.
His pitch-black eyes seemed to pause intentionally on Shen Youβan, the gaze hesitating for a split second before retreatingβlike being stung suddenlyβhis lashes casting shadows that buried his emotions deeply.
Feeling uneasy about merely sitting still, Lv Jiarong looked back at the girl with curiosity.
"Can I... can I know your name?"
Shen Youβan was momentarily startled, then shook her head with a light laugh.
Lv Jiarong felt a pang of disappointment, assuming she didnβt want to reveal her name.
Perhaps she didnβt deserve to know, after all.
Meanwhile, outside the office near the secretaryβs desk, four young secretariesβtwo men and two womenβhung their heads low, their anxiety palpable.
In front of them stood Secretary Qian, whose stern expression exuded authority and made the four shiver in fear.
Secretary Qianβs cold gaze swept over them, and their bodies trembled reflexively.
"Will you confess willingly, or should I dig it up myself?"
One of the secretaries, a woman with a sharp jawline, shook visibly but remained silent, lowering her head even further.
Secretary Qian directed an icy glare at her, a faint sneer flickering across his eyes.
A traitorous rat.
"Report to HR, collect three monthsβ salary, and resign voluntarily."
His words carried an air of finality.
The womanβs voice cracked with desperation, "Secretary Qian, I... I know I was wrong. I canβt lose this job!"
"Everyone faces consequences for their actions."
His tone was unyielding, leaving no room for negotiation.
The woman finally slumped in defeat.
At that moment, a phone rang nearby, and a second female secretary glanced at Secretary Qian nervously before stepping forward to answer.
Turning back, she informed him, "Thereβs a young woman downstairs who wishes to see the chairman."
Secretary Qian frowned.
The other two secretaries couldnβt help but wonder to themselvesβwhat was going on today? Did the chairman suddenly become a magnet for romantically interested young women?
But not just anyone could gain an audience with the chairman. What were these young girls thinking?
Secretary Qian noticed the hesitation on the callerβs face and narrowed his eyes.
She spoke reluctantly, "Her surname is Yan. Her name is Yan Lu."
