Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 703 - 300 causing a fatality_2

It was yet another major blow to the Wei family.

For years, he and the Wei family had engaged in both open and covert conflict, never expecting Amos to strike decisively, severing one of the Wei family’s legs in one swift and resolute move. Such methods and determination...

For the past two days, he had been wondering if Amos’s actions against the Wei family were an attempt to "pledge allegiance" to him or simply revenge for the Wei family’s scheming at the last auction.

Only Amos himself might know the answer to that.

"You’re too kind, I’m old and no longer capable of stirring things up."

"Don’t you have successors to carry on?"

Leng Shan abruptly looked up, meeting the youth’s ocean-like azure eyes — deep and mysterious.

For some reason, those eyes always gave him a sense of familiarity.

Leng Shan let out a bitter laugh, "That child is unreliable; he’s no match for a genius like you, Young Master Amos. If he can manage to preserve this family, I’ll already be satisfied."

The group headed towards the Cold Moon Building.

Meanwhile, the guests inside the Cold Moon Building were pricking up their ears, constantly monitoring the commotion on the fifth floor.

They had initially thought they came to attend a dull banquet, but unexpectedly, they were treated to a grand scandal. Excitement flickered on everyone’s faces in an inexplicable manner.

Jing Zhan’s voice wasn’t loud, yet miraculously audible to every corner of the room.

"Little did anyone know, Leng Xingshuang, that you are the illegitimate child."

Shock reverberated like a bolt of lightning.

Everyone was stunned by the revelation.

Leng Xingshuang froze, seemingly unable to comprehend Jing Zhan’s words. She muttered, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Jing Zhan stepped closer, pressing her hard without giving her a moment to breathe, "After hearing this story, I believe everyone will understand."

"Fifteen years ago, there was a young man in Jingzhou who epitomized talent, looks, and status — a perfect match for high-society debutantes. Yet, he chose a learned and refined young lady from a scholarly family. After marriage, the couple’s harmony and unwavering love drew envy from many. Soon after, his wife gave birth to a boy, and the family of three lived a blissful and happy life."

Jing Zhan clearly had the talent of a storyteller, turning an ordinary tale into something utterly captivating.

Leng Xingshuang already knew who Jing Zhan was referring to: the loving couple was none other than her parents — the Leng family’s prematurely deceased only son, Leng Yuan, and his wife, Jiang Lanwei, who hailed from a scholarly background.

Today, members of the Jiang family were also present, situated on the fourth floor.

Jiang Qingyan, Jiang Lanwei’s niece, had come today with her mother to attend the banquet. When the Jiang family first received the Leng family’s invitation stating that Old Sir Leng intended to grandly reclaim his long-lost grandson, the Jiang family voiced their dissatisfaction. "Just an illegitimate child — the Old Sir has truly lost his head."

Upon hearing Jing Zhan’s words, Jiang Qingyan was utterly shocked. "Mom, did you hear that? What in the world is going on?"

Mrs. Jiang patted her hand gently, "Don’t be anxious."

Although the Jiang and Leng families were related by marriage, their relationship was far from close, especially since Jiang Lanwei’s passing many years ago, which caused the two families to drift even further apart.

Previously, out of consideration for Leng Xingshuang as the posthumous child, the Jiang family had treated her with kindness and care. However, the Jiang family had long since lost its former glory, gradually fading into insignificance in Jingzhou. It was unclear whether Leng Xingshuang, being proud and aloof, looked down on her maternal relatives, but she seldom visited the Jiang family, eventually distancing herself from them.

Jiang Qingyan still remembered the ridicule from Leng Xingshuang during her childhood. Leng Xingshuang had mocked her as a country bumpkin and sneered at her poor relatives who came to the Leng family as beggars. Although the Jiang family had focused on academia, even in decline, they retained their dignity and pride — unable to tolerate such humiliation. Jiang Qingyan nurtured that grudge for life.

No one could have predicted that such a day would come for Leng Xingshuang. Shock aside, there was undeniable satisfaction simmering in Jiang Qingyan’s heart.

She thought of someone else — another illegitimate daughter cast out of society’s highest circles.

No wonder they got along; the two were kindred spirits, birds of a feather.

"But beneath this facade of happiness lurked danger. Clan infighting was fierce, escalating to a life-or-death struggle. One day, the family of three headed to the airport but ended up encountering a horrific car accident. The couple perished, while in their final moments they used their lives to shield their child. Old Sir Leng lost his son and was consumed by grief, but he was thankful that his grandson survived. However, the danger had not dissipated; it was to protect his grandson that he made a bold decision. He concealed his grandson’s survival from the public to mislead their adversaries, secretly sending the child to a distant and secluded branch of the family, hiding his identity. It was only under these circumstances that Old Sir Leng could exact his revenge without restraint."

The story was now clear.

The surviving grandson, sent away in secret for his safety, was Leng Yunyang.

He was no illegitimate child but the sole and legitimate heir of Leng Yuan and his first wife, Jiang Lanwei.

So what about Leng Xingshuang? Wasn’t she supposed to be Jiang Lanwei’s posthumous daughter? As the tragic tale went, Jiang Lanwei fell into a vegetative state following the car accident. At the time, she was already a few months pregnant. Old Sir Leng spared no effort in sustaining her life, waiting for her to give birth to a daughter before finally letting go. That posthumous daughter was Leng Xingshuang, and this heartbreaking story was well-known throughout Jingzhou.

How had Leng Xingshuang suddenly turned into an illegitimate child? Wasn’t she supposed to be Leng Yunyang’s full-blooded sister?

The crowd was utterly baffled.

Jing Zhan soon provided the answer. "Leng Yuan appeared to outsiders as the ideal husband and father, but he had deceived everyone. During his marriage, he had an affair with a lowly dancer. After the car accident, that dancer showed up at the Leng residence, pregnant. Armed with the knowledge that she carried the Leng family’s only surviving descendant, she challenged Old Sir Leng. But how could Old Sir Leng ever concede? What followed was as you might expect — Old Sir Leng manipulated Jiang Lanwei’s death to grant the child legitimacy. And that child born to the dancer is none other than the cherished Leng family’s Miss Leng."

Leng Xingshuang covered her ears, shouting in disbelief, "Impossible, this is impossible!"

Jing Zhan shrugged, "If you don’t believe me, you can ask your nanny. She knows your true origins better than anyone. Old Sir Leng feared she would leak the truth, so he sent her back to her hometown when you were five years old. Ask her yourself — are you really Jiang Lanwei’s daughter?"

"You’re lying! I’ll tear your mouth apart!" Leng Xingshuang screamed hysterically and suddenly lunged at Jing Zhan.

Like a madwoman, she charged forward. Jing Zhan attempted to dodge, but it was too late — Leng Xingshuang had already grabbed her hair. Refusing to back down, Jing Zhan fought back, the two of them brawling like feral animals, abandoning all hints of decorum and grace.

The onlookers were stunned by the sight, while Leng Yunyang, from start to finish, remained calm. His charming, almond-shaped eyes carried an icy, disdainful smile as he leaned against a pillar, watching the chaos unfold.

Gu Bichen was the first to react, rushing forward to separate them.

But Leng Xingshuang seemed to have completely lost her sanity, determined to destroy Jing Zhan. She muttered continuously, "You’re lying; I’m not illegitimate; I’m Jiang Lanwei’s daughter..."

During their struggle, Jing Zhan’s waist collided with the railing. Behind her was a drop of several dozen meters; looking down, she could see a crowd gathered in the main hall, craning their necks to watch.

Before her was the crazed Leng Xingshuang. Jing Zhan gritted her teeth, "Leng Xingshuang, you’ve forced me to do this."

Gu Bichen was a step too late. He watched helplessly as Leng Xingshuang fell over the railing, plummeting like a kite with its string cut.

A single tear slid down Leng Xingshuang’s face as she looked at Gu Bichen, who was leaning over the railing, reaching for her. Her beautiful face revealed a desperate, resigned smile.

"Goodbye, Bichen Brother."

"Xingshuang..." Gu Bichen let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Jing Zhan feigned a sigh, "Oh no, Sister Xingshuang! How could you be so careless? Falling from the fifth floor... what’s to be done..."

Yu Ruohuan had remained detached from the spectacle the entire time, her slender, jade-like hands free from any trace of blood.

She smiled, glancing at Leng Yunyang, who had straightened his posture, frowning slightly. She raised her teacup in his direction.

Leng Yunyang sneered, "To cause a death at my banquet — Miss Yu, are you intentionally opposing me?"