Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!

Chapter 1026 - 509: The Bearing of a Familiar Face

Shen You’an currently has two variety shows airing, her name is constantly trending and her popularity is skyrocketing. Coupled with her triple crown win at the World Swimming Championships earlier, even those who don’t follow the entertainment or sports scenes have heard of her to some extent.

There’s no need to talk about old acquaintances. Those who don’t know Shen You’an would have a sudden realization upon hearing her name.

"Oh, it’s her!"

Then they wonder, "What is her relationship with the Yu family?"

In other words, what right does she, a celebrity who can’t make it onto the stage, have to attend such a high-level banquet?

This is the biggest question for those who only know Shen You’an as a celebrity.

People have a strong capacity for association. More than half of the banquet attendees had attended Old Madam Yu’s funeral, so the commotion caused by Qiao Wan was still fresh in their minds. Seeing Shen You’an, who resembled Qiao Wan in her features and figure, they instinctively assumed, like the previous staff member, that Shen You’an was Yu Fuce’s new flame after Qiao Wan.

It’s undeniable that she is much younger and prettier than Qiao Wan, but attending the legitimate child’s full-month banquet so brazenly—wasn’t that too bold? Or perhaps she was backed by a sponsor, fearless?

Speaking of which, where was Yu Fuce, the father of the child?

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, Yu Fusheng strode in, followed sluggishly by Yu Fuce, whose dark circles suggested he’d stayed up all night and was feeling lethargic.

Yu Fusheng was late because he personally went to fetch Yu Fuce. As the father, he couldn’t be absent from his son’s full-month banquet, lest it become a laughing stock for outsiders.

Yu Fusheng stepped into Dechang Building and immediately saw a slim black figure standing at the entrance.

Even just a silhouette exuded an extraordinary aura, making it hard to look away.

Yu Fusheng subconsciously slowed his pace.

Wei Lai called out, "Sir."

The owner of the silhouette heard the voice and slowly turned around.

Upon seeing the face, Yu Fusheng’s pupils constricted, his hand beside him unconsciously clenched.

The eyebrows and eyes bore the presence of an old acquaintance.

Yu Fuce, in the midst of yawning, saw the girl’s face and the remainder of the yawn was stifled, "Damn," he exclaimed.

His gaze was fixed tightly on the face before him; he, too, saw the presence of an old acquaintance in those features.

She resembled Qiao Wan, but much prettier than her, with a more refined aura.

Yet, for some reason, this face, besides resembling Qiao Wan, gave him a sense of familiarity, as if he’d seen it somewhere, but he couldn’t immediately recall.

That couldn’t be right; such a stunning beauty with such allure—impossible to forget once seen.

Yu Fuce scratched his head as he rummaged through memories, Yu Fusheng’s deep eyes focused on the girl’s face, calmly asking Wei Lai, "Who is she?"

Wei Lai replied, "Miss Shen is a guest invited by Madam."

Yu Fusheng nodded, "Ah, she’s a guest of Madam."

Then his brow furrowed, "Surname Shen? Where’s she from?"

Wei Lai instinctively glanced at Shen You’an.

Shen You’an smiled slightly, "I’m from Qingzhou."

Yu Fusheng paused for a moment, his gaze becoming more intense and penetrating, "How do you know Madam?"

Yu Fusheng carried the aura of someone in power. When he stared at someone and questioned them, even the most composed and practiced person couldn’t help but feel tense.

But the girl before him was calm and composed, as if he was merely an inconsequential passerby.

"Yu sir, you better ask your wife."

The girl not only wasn’t afraid of him, but dared to retort, quite bold.

People looked at Yu Fusheng chatting with Shen You’an, their expressions varied.

Wei Zhuhua walked to the railing on the second floor, gazing downstairs.

Her tranquil eyes harbored a deep meaning that no one could fathom.

Helian Yu was startled, recognizing Shen You’an and carefully confirmed it was indeed her.

Helian Yu’s lips curled into a cold smile; he was glad he came.

Faced with the two scrutinizing pairs of eyes, Shen You’an politely nodded and turned with a smile.

Wei Lai was going to guide Shen You’an upstairs, but Shen You’an instead went straight towards Yan Lu and took a seat at her table.

Wei Lai said nothing further, accompanying Yu Fusheng and Yu Fuce upstairs.

Yu Fusheng spoke to Han Li following close behind him, "Look into her."

This girl always gave him an elusive feeling.

Especially those eyebrows and eyes, the familiar sensation they brought made him particularly uneasy.

Han Li nodded slightly, taking out his phone when no one was looking.

Yu Fuce was still staring at Shen You’an’s silhouette in the hall as he went upstairs, accidentally stepping into thin air; if Wei Lai hadn’t quickly supported him, he would’ve embarrassingly tumbled down the stairs.

"Watch out, Second Master," Wei Lai cautioned.

Yu Fuce mulled over Shen You’an’s name, "Isn’t she a celebrity? I’ve heard that name before, really popular lately."

"Yes."

"How does my sister-in-law know her?" Yu Fuce was increasingly curious; his sister-in-law had a prideful nature. How could she possibly think highly of a celebrity, even inviting her to the Yu family’s celebration?

Wei Lai played dumb, "I’m not sure, Second Master can ask Madam directly."

"An’an, if you’d told me you were coming, we could’ve come together," Yan Lu said amicably, holding Shen You’an’s arm.

Everyone’s eyes fell on Shen You’an, some curious, others puzzled, observing her.

Shen You’an smiled, "I didn’t know you were coming."

Jiang Yumo, sitting beside Shen You’an, poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of her.

"An’an, was it the Yu family’s Madam who invited you?"

Shen You’an nodded slightly.

Jiang Yumo wanted to ask how Shen You’an knew Madam Yu, likely a question lingering in many people’s minds, but since it involved Shen You’an’s privacy, Jiang Yumo, though curious, held back.

From behind, Jing Zhan’s voice rang out sarcastically, "Nowadays, any tom, dick, or harry can attend the Yu family’s banquet? I wonder what underhanded tactics were used to get the opportunity."

Yan Lu’s expression instantly changed; she stood up, glaring at Jing Zhan, "Shut your foul mouth, keep talking nonsense and I’ll rip your mouth apart." She then rolled up her sleeves, ready for a fight.

Jing Zhan wasn’t afraid of Yan Lu; the Yan family is based in Chunzhou, in Jingzhou it’s not her place to speak, "You’re a government official’s daughter, how can you mingle with someone of that background, not afraid of disgracing the Yan family, are you?"

Yan Lu rolled her eyes, "What background? An’an’s father heroically sacrificed himself saving dozens of lives in a fire, awarded a martyr’s medal by the state—a hero. An’an’s background is nobler than everyone here. Who are you to judge her background?"

The fact of Shen You’an’s father being a martyr surprised many who were unaware.

A firefighter who sacrificed his life saving dozens indeed deserved respect.

Shen You’an lowered her gaze, her expression obscured. She tugged at Yan Lu, "If a dog bites you, would you bite back? Sit down."

Her tone was soft, dissipating like smoke upon speaking, yet it sent a chill from the soles of one’s feet to the top of their head.

Though unwilling, Yan Lu followed Shen You’an’s advice and sat down.

Jing Zhan, hearing Shen You’an call her a dog, fumed, "So what if she’s a martyr, doesn’t change her lowly background. I’ve heard your mom was mentally disabled, haha, those things are hereditary, right? Everyone should watch out."

Shen You’an’s background was extensively exposed online; Jing Zhan had unsuccessfully tried stirring things up with hired trolls, only for Shen You’an to gain supporters, turning into prime material for sympathy.

Calling An’an’s mother mentally disabled—it was unbearable; Yan Lu couldn’t hold back, ready to tear Jing Zhan’s mouth apart.

A hand pinned her shoulder down, pressing her back into her chair. The force was overwhelming, holding Yan Lu in place.

Shen You’an, under everyone’s scrutiny, smiled slightly, the smile not reaching her eyes, her beauty matched by her icy demeanor.

She seemed like a sword about to unsheathe, its vibrations shaking mountains and rivers.