Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 783: Trouble on Flight 339_2

Qiao Wan is pregnant now. She told the man about it, but then he suddenly cut off all communication.

Based on Lin Yan’s understanding of men, this guy definitely doesn’t want a child—he’s either a carefree playboy or a married man.

Whenever Qiao Wan met the man, she was secretive and overly cautious, afraid of anyone finding out. It’s likely that this man is not just someone influential but also someone Qiao Wan willingly became a mistress for.

Now look at her—abandoned by the man. With her current status, suddenly being pregnant, if the news gets out, her career will be completely destroyed.

Such a clever girl, how could she be so foolish when it comes to this?

Besides, if the wife finds out, Qiao Wan’s situation will worsen. Her pregnancy must be kept tightly under wraps.

Compared to that internet attention-seeker, Qiao Wan’s pregnancy is a far more serious issue.

Lin Yan thought for a moment and made a phone call.

The phone rang until the very end before it was picked up, and a man’s drowsy voice came through, as though he had just woken up.

"Disturbing my good dreams—this better be something important."

Lin Yan cautiously said, "Mr. Hong, it’s Lin Yan. When will you come to the office? I have an important matter to report regarding Qiao Wan."

Mr. Hong rarely visited the office; he was essentially a hands-off boss.

But Lin Yan had a hunch that this Mr. Hong had a deep connection to Qiao Wan’s mysterious backer.

When he heard Qiao Wan’s name, the man became a bit more alert. "What happened to her? Speak over the phone."

"Mr. Hong..." Lin Yan hesitated briefly before biting the bullet and saying, "Wan is pregnant."

"What?" The man’s voice instantly jumped eight full octaves, shrill enough to hurt Lin Yan’s eardrums. She subtly held the phone a little farther away.

"Are you certain?"

"Nana has been hiding it from everyone, but this is such a big deal I felt it was important to report it to you. Also... Nana can’t reach the child’s father anymore, Mr. Hong, you..."

"I’m busy; hanging up now."

The man quickly ended the call, then immediately started dialing Yu Fuce’s number.

But the call went unanswered, causing him to curse in frustration.

A woman stirred awake from sleep beside him, rubbed her eyes, and sat up. "Leaving so soon?"

Hong Lei swiftly pulled on his pants. "Something major has come up. Go back to sleep."

He grabbed his jacket and rushed out the door.

Driving towards Jiangnan Mansion, his heart was a chaotic mix of excitement and joy, as if he were about to have a child himself.

Even more thrilling than having his own son.

The Yu family had very few heirs. Yu Fuce and his wife had been married for ten years without any children. Knowing Yu Fuce was seeing someone on the side, Hong Lei, as a loyal friend, naturally stepped in to cover for him as a "fig leaf." Over the years, rumors had swirled suggesting that Qiao Wan’s backer was actually Hong Lei. He had never bothered to clear them up, letting the speculation run rampant.

Now Qiao Wan is pregnant, and the child is practically a golden treasure—potentially the future heir of the Yu family.

As the middleman, Hong Lei felt his efforts were unacknowledged but deeply valuable. Yu Fuce would surely owe him a debt of gratitude.

Hong Lei sped his car to the gate of Jiangnan Mansion, where security stopped him, stating that entry required permission from the host.

Hong Lei provided Yu Fuce’s house number, and the gatekeeper contacted the household.

Once permission was granted, he was allowed entry.

Hong Lei thought nothing of it. Knowing Yu Fuce’s lazy nature—he was notorious for his lackadaisical work ethic—if he couldn’t be reached, he was undoubtedly home sleeping.

After all, the elder of the Yu family was desperate for grandchildren and would frequently force Yu Fuce to come home to "try" with his wife.

Arriving upstairs, Hong Lei noticed the door was open, and the maid had laid out a pair of slippers at the entrance.

Hong Lei entered excitedly: "Ace, I have good news to tell you...."

But the moment he saw the woman sitting in the living room, everything came to a halt.

The woman was dressed in a jade-green qipao, which defined her slender and elegant figure.

She held an apple and was carefully peeling it with her delicate fingers—more beautiful than a painting.

"Sis... Sister-in-law, you’re home?"

The woman smiled gently, radiating warmth and elegance. "This is my home. If I’m not here, where else would I be?"

She gestured to the seat opposite her. "Sit."

Hong Lei nervously sat down, stammering, "Is... Ace home? Is he here?"

"Why? Aren’t you two so tight you’d practically share a pair of pants? Didn’t he tell you whether he’s home or not?"

For some reason, Hong Lei broke out in a cold sweat. The woman before him suddenly seemed very unfamiliar.

Mei Qingdai smiled and asked, "You mentioned some good news just now. What is it? Do I have the honor of hearing it?"

Hong Lei quickly waved his hands. "It’s nothing significant... I—I’m getting married soon."

For a brother, he’d take a knife to the ribs.

"Is that so? Congratulations, then."

Mei Qingdai pushed a fruit platter toward him.

Hong Lei’s gaze flickered to the tablet on the coffee table in front of Mei Qingdai. On the screen, it looked like a social media interface—probably Weibo—and there appeared to be a photo of someone.

Under the guise of grabbing a fruit, Hong Lei leaned forward slightly. His eyesight was good, and he saw the photo clearly.

At that moment, Hong Lei felt his scalp go numb.

The person in the photo was Qiao Wan.

Could it be that Mei Qingdai already knew about Qiao Wan and Yu Fuce’s relationship?

"What are you looking at?"

Hong Lei turned his head and found himself staring straight into Mei Qingdai’s eyes.

Her eyes were stunningly beautiful, often brimming with gentle affection, captivating anyone who looked into them.

Yu Fuce’s wife was indeed a gorgeous woman, but unfortunately, she was a hen that couldn’t lay eggs.

Hong Lei stammered, "N-Nothing. I haven’t seen Ace in a while. What’s he been busy with lately? Do you think he’ll come to my wedding?"

Mei Qingdai chuckled softly. "I’m afraid he won’t be able to make it."

Hong Lei was puzzled. "Sister-in-law, what do you mean by that?"

Just then, a notification popped up on the tablet screen. Mei Qingdai tapped to open it, and her pupils suddenly darkened.

The living room plunged into an oppressive silence. Hong Lei’s heart began racing uncontrollably as he tentatively asked, "S-Sister-in-law, what are you looking at?"

"I came across a funny piece of news—it says Qiao Wan is pregnant. Don’t you think that’s amusing?"

Hong Lei’s brain felt like it exploded with a deafening buzz.