Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 741: My life is more than you can afford at 318

The bodyguard in black immediately turned the tables, "The young master was kidnapped by her. If it weren’t for her, the young master wouldn’t have passed out."

Mr. De La was visibly startled when he saw the young girl’s face.

"You..."

The young man’s eyes flickered. He stepped forward, crouching down with a gentle smile.

"Little girl, why are you alone? Where are your family members?"

The closer he looked at her face, the deeper the astonishment in his eyes.

She resembled the young master far too much.

Except for her hair color and eyes, every other feature was almost identical to the young master—like they were twins.

The young girl’s eyes were pitch-black and dazzling, underneath the innocence was an unsettling calmness, giving one an eerie sensation.

She looked him straight in the eye, showing no fear, no timidity—almost as if their souls were having a conversation like equals.

"I have no family."

Her crisp voice carried an extraordinary calmness, deepening the unsettling feeling.

Clearly just a seven or eight-year-old girl, yet shockingly composed and mature—almost like... almost like an old soul dwelling in a child’s body.

"Why were you with our young master?"

"First, I didn’t kidnap him; he followed me of his own accord. Second, his passing out was due to his own health issues and had nothing to do with me. Third, the bodyguard failed to protect his master and is trying to shift blame. Sorry, but you’ve got the wrong person."

The young girl laid out her points with clarity and composure, leaving everyone at the scene astonished.

The bodyguard in black, humiliated, became enraged, "What nonsense are you spouting? Shut up this instant."

The young man shot him a sharp look, making the bodyguard shrink back and stay silent.

"Go down and accept your punishment."

The bodyguard glared at Shen You’an resentfully but reluctantly retreated.

The young man asked gently, "Are you from Hua Country?"

The young girl curled her lips slightly, "What does that have to do with you?"

The young man paused in surprise, shook his head, and laughed, not offended, "Hello, my name is Nar. The boy who passed out earlier is the young master of our family. Thank you for bringing him to the hospital."

Shen You’an glanced at Mr. De La, who had been staring at her from a distance.

At that moment, a playful ray of sunlight passed through the glass and fell in front of her. Shen You’an pursed her lips, "My name is Sunny."

Nar didn’t expose her hastily made-up name. "Sunny, that’s a lovely name."

Mr. De La stepped forward, his sharp eyes fixed closely on the young girl’s face, his gaze complicated and swirling.

It was then that the doctor came out, and Mr. De La immediately rushed forward, "How is Amos?"

"Mr. Mei Fei, I’m very sorry. The young master’s condition cannot be delayed any longer; he urgently needs heart transplant surgery."

Mr. De La looked devastated.

Nar furrowed his brows, "We’ve been searching worldwide for a donor since a long time ago, but unfortunately, due to the young master’s rare blood type, no suitable donor has been found to minimize the risk of rejection."

The doctor added regretfully, "The young master’s rare blood type indeed presents significant challenges."

He considered suggesting finding a donor among close relatives, the fastest option, but hesitated to voice it upon seeing Mr. De La.

At that moment, a woman stormed in, "How’s Amos?"

Nar greeted the newcomer respectfully, "Miss Sula."

The woman wore a red form-fitting dress that accentuated her voluptuous figure, her wavy hair radiating charm. She carried herself with the sophistication of a mature woman.

She was none other than Mr. De La’s elder daughter, Sula—the founder of Xingji Entertainment and a legendary figure in the film industry.

"I asked you, how is Amos?"

The woman’s expression was anxious, and beads of sweat had formed on her forehead from rushing over. She pulled out a tissue from her handbag and wiped haphazardly.

"The young master’s condition isn’t good. He needs a heart transplant as soon as possible."

"Then do it!"

"There’s no suitable donor."

Sula laughed angrily, "Our Mei Fei family lacks neither money nor connections, and you tell me you can’t find a suitable donor? Then go to the black market! Even if it means sacrificing a living person, as long as it saves my brother, I’ll pay any price."

"It’s not about the money... the young master’s blood type is rare..."

Sula suddenly realized, "Can I be tested for compatibility? I’m his biological sister."

Nar looked at Sula in shock, "Miss Sula..."

This wasn’t a liver or kidney transplant—it was a heart transplant. A person only has one heart; removing it meant death.

If her compatibility was successful, she truly intended to sacrifice herself.

Indeed, Miss Sula’s love for the young master was maddeningly deep.

Nar shook his head, "No, Miss Sula, your blood type doesn’t match the young master’s."

"This doesn’t work; that doesn’t work; how exactly can we save my brother?... Does it have to involve finding that woman?... But she’s not..."

"Sula!" Mr. De La abruptly interrupted her.

Sula was on the verge of tears, "Amos doesn’t have time to wait! Where is that woman?..."

At this moment, Sula noticed the young girl sitting on the bench. The girl raised her head, and she saw her face.

Sula froze momentarily, then rushed forward, grabbing the young girl’s arm and staring closely at her youthful face.

"Too similar, far too similar."

Unable to resist, she reached out to touch. Aside from the eyes, the facial features were incredibly alike.

Sula didn’t bother overthinking; her only thought was saving her brother, "Nar, take her for compatibility testing."

For this, she was willing to become a villain.

Nar was shocked, "Miss Sula... she’s just a child."

"I don’t care! As long as Amos survives, I’m willing to do anything––even with blood on my hands."

"I order you, hurry up!"

Nar looked at Mr. De La, whose deep gaze was fixed silently on the young girl’s face.

This attitude was tacit consent.

The doctor, noticing the young girl for the first time, exclaimed, "Is she the young master’s biological sister? If so, the success rate for compatibility is very high, but..."

This method was utterly inhumane and unfair to the young girl.

Upon hearing the doctor’s words, Sula seemed to see a glimmer of hope. She urged Nar again, "Hurry up, Amos can’t wait."

Nar’s steps felt as if they were weighed down with lead as he slowly approached the young girl.

The young girl’s pitch-black, radiant eyes glimmered with innocence, as if unaware of the danger looming close.

Sula caressed her face, "Little one, don’t blame me for being ruthless. If you are compatible, you’ll be the benefactor of the Mei Fei family. I’ll take good care of your family."

"You’re quite fascinating. Trying to take my heart—why not ask for my opinion first?"

The young girl’s crisp voice carried a piercing calmness. The juxtaposition sent a shiver down the spine.

Sula frowned at the young girl, whose pitch-black pupils seemed bottomless. Prolonged staring brought a subtle dizziness.

"You..."

"Your brother’s life is a life. Is mine not worth anything?" 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Shen You’an slapped away her hand and sat upright.

Her youthful face was cold as frost.

Sula suddenly laughed, "You’re an interesting child, but here, you don’t have the right to refuse. Do you understand? The tests will be done whether you agree or not."

"The renowned Mei Fei family certainly has this power—to take any life they want. But my life? The Mei Fei family cannot afford it."

The young girl spoke lightly, but her words carried an oppressive weight that made the air heavy.

Was she really just a child?

Sula turned to Nar, "Where did this child come from?"

Nar murmured, "The young master encountered her on the street. She was the one who called for an ambulance and brought the young master to the hospital."

Despite her young age, this child carried an aura of unfathomable depth.

Sula’s patience was running thin. She took a deep breath, trying to soften her tone, "What will it take for you to cooperate and get tested?"

"Do I look like I lack intelligence? Rushing toward death willingly?"

The girl’s pitch-black, beautiful eyes shimmered with a mocking light.

Her slightly curled lips added an extra touch of biting sarcasm.

Sula’s patience snapped. "Then don’t blame me for being blunt! Guards, take her away—for the tests. She has no choice."

The black-clad bodyguards stepped forward, prepared to forcibly take the young girl away. Petite and fragile, she had no ability to resist the towering men.

"Mr. De La, do you also approve of your daughter’s actions?"

Shen You’an turned toward Mr. De La, who had remained silent all along.

Mr. De La’s gaze locked onto hers, deep and piercing, "How do you intend to convince me?"

The guards exchanged glances with Sula, but refrained from moving.

Sula turned toward Mr. De La, "Dad, why waste breath on her?"

"Shut up," Mr. De La snapped sternly.

Sula glared at Shen You’an resentfully.

"I possess an ancestral remedy that can stabilize the young master’s condition temporarily. With advancements in medical technology in the future, perhaps the young master can recover entirely. Mr. De La, would you be willing to trust me?"

She was just a little girl, barely reaching Mr. De La’s chest. Yet she spoke with such poise and calmness, negotiating with him as equals. If not witnessed firsthand, Sula would have found it hard to believe.

"Even the most skilled doctors have been rendered helpless, and you dare to boast you can save Amos? She truly is just a child! Dad, her words are unreliable."

Mr. De La stared at her intently and said solemnly, "I believe you."

"Dad, you’ve lost your mind!"

Shen You’an smiled faintly, "Mr. De La, you’re indeed bold. Your reputation precedes you."

Shen You’an requested everyone to leave the room, insisting she enter alone. Her ancestral remedy’s formula was a secret that no one was allowed to see.

Mr. De La complied.

A crowd waited outside the hospital room.

Sula paced anxiously, "Dad, you’re insane! Trusting the nonsense of a mere child—Amos has congenital heart disease. No special medicine will work! You trust her with some ancestral remedy? Isn’t it possible she may hold a grudge against me or harm Amos?"

Mr. De La sat on a bench, legs apart, head hanging low, elbows on his knees, hands pressed against his forehead, his posture tense.

He said nothing in response to Sula’s complaints.

Sula suddenly squinted her eyes, "Is it because of her face—the resemblance to that woman? It softened your resolve, didn’t it?"

Mr. De La closed his eyes.

"Miss Sula, please don’t say any more," Nar pleaded in a low voice.

"That woman was cold and heartless, abandoning her own son, and yet you still long for her? It’s infuriating!"