Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!

Chapter 1048 - 520: Benefactor

Shen You’an has been too prominent in the entertainment industry recently, with two popular shows airing. Her exposure skyrocketed, and even the top celebrities and blockbuster dramas from the industry had to step back.

The Yu family was too distant and lofty; many ordinary people didn’t understand them well. But with the downfall of the Yu family, more and more anonymous revelations appeared online, and without media control, the public gradually tore open the malicious and filthy true face beneath their mysterious veil.

After Shen You’an’s identity was exposed, not only was the public shocked, but everyone across industries, whether they knew Shen You’an or not, was astonished and intrigued.

The main reason is that this news is simply too abrupt and absurd.

In just half a year, Shen You’an gained public fame, with her popularity exploding over the past six months. It’s well-known that part of her excellent public image came from her humble beginnings, which gave the masses an opportunity to empathize. After all, who wouldn’t like someone who fought their way up from a small place through sheer talent? The public has a sort of emotional investment in Shen You’an.

Suddenly, the revelation came that she wasn’t from a small town. A renowned physicist is her biological grandfather; the talented socialite Sang Ziming is her great-grandmother; and the royal born heroic figure Sang Kunrou is her ancestor.

She is the sole descendant of Sang Kunrou’s most legitimate royal bloodline. This lineage...

Though the public resonates more with Shen You’an’s humble background, if Shen You’an has a noble aura, that would be a different narrative.

The main thing is, her ancestors were all too exceptional. One can only say Shen You’an inherited their excellent genes. Shen You’an deserves her ancestors’ aura in every aspect. Although society doesn’t advocate inherent superiority in bloodlines, human nature is complicated and tends to admire strength. Furthermore, Sang Kunrou’s lineage was persecuted so severely that it stirred up people’s sympathy, which is a significant force when directed at Shen You’an.

When Rong Xianning heard this news, he was in the recording studio creating a demo for an album. During the break, he paused to drink water and sooth his throat.

At this moment, two staff members huddled together whispering feverishly, looking quite agitated. Rong Xianning’s sharp ears seemed to catch a familiar name.

Lin Xiaoqian frowned and glanced at the two.

The two hurriedly stood up straight and apologized.

Rong Xianning gave a slight cough, pulled out a chair to sit and rest, and casually asked, "What are you chatting about?"

It was like he was casually passing the time with a question.

But everyone knew he wasn’t the type to loaf around; he wouldn’t waste time on his phone or online. When free, he’d either be writing lyrics and composing music or studying to improve—an industrious spirit at such a young age.

Usually, he wouldn’t say more than necessary to the staff; today, with him initiating conversation, it was as rare as the sun rising in the west.

The two staff exchanged glances, and one eagerly said, "Isn’t Shen You’an a friend of yours? She’s in big trouble!"

Lin Xiaoqian glared at her: "The studio prohibits gossip unrelated to work."

Rong Xianning suddenly stood up, his brows tightly knitted, and instinctively asked, "What’s up with An’an?"

A staff member curiously asked: "You didn’t know? Shen You’an hasn’t mentioned it to you?"

Rong Xianning began looking for his phone, as a staff’s voice sounded in his ear: "Shen You’an’s background was exposed; turns out she’s not from the rural lower class. Her ancestor is Sang Kunrou, the same Sang Kunrou who betrayed the country, though now it’s revealed he was framed by traitors."

Lin Xiaoqian was shocked: "She’s a descendant of Sang Kunrou? What’s her relation to Sang Ziming then?"

Noticing Lin Xiaoqian’s unexpected interest, the staff promptly replied, "Sang Ziming is Sang Kunrou’s daughter, so naturally, Shen You’an is one of their descendants."

Lin Xiaoqian’s pupils constricted—for Sang Ziming was undoubtedly well-known to him. Although the Yu family later deliberately suppressed Sang Ziming’s reputation, she was just too famous; almost everyone from Lin Xiaoqian’s grandfather’s generation knew of her. The Yu family couldn’t completely control things; they merely dampened the online buzz. But Sang Ziming was always a beloved figure in the older generation’s hearts, the eternal white moonlight.

Lin Xiaoqian saw Shen You’an for the first time during the recording of the Brainstorm finals. He watched Shen You’an’s entire performance from the audience, leaving a profound impression on him.

She was undoubtedly an exceptionally brilliant girl—her intelligence was explosive, performing with ease on stage. Even Professor Na couldn’t help but praise her abilities, proving her outstanding talent.

In his mind appeared the girl’s flawless beauty.

He took out his phone and dialed a number to the old mansion’s butler, asking him to find an album and send him a picture from within it.

Soon, the butler sent the picture.

Lin Xiaoqian stared at the group photo for a long time.

It was a black-and-white photograph, lacking modern filters but not diminishing the woman’s beauty. This simplicity, instead, bestowed a mysterious, timeless aura upon her. She stood in the flow of time, unfazed, with a slight smile enough to captivate anyone.

Flanking her on either side were two men in suits, both elegantly handsome gentlemen. The three facing the camera left a classic scene.

Lin Xiaoqian’s gaze fixated on the woman’s brows and eyes, bearing resemblance to Shen You’an, though the woman in the photograph seemed gentler and more graceful, while Shen You’an exuded a sharp inner energy.

The woman in the photo was none other than the famously illustrious Sang Ziming, and the man on Sang Ziming’s right side was Lin Xiaoqian’s grandfather, Lin Xun.

"Young master, why did you look for Old Master’s and Miss Sang’s photo?"

The old butler’s rambling voice sounded from the phone: "Miss Sang is a benefactor of our Lin Family; such gratitude our Lin Family dare not forget. Regretfully, there was never a chance to repay. Old master lamented this before his passing..."

Lin Xiaoqian murmured: "Miss Sang still has descendants alive..."

The old butler was stunned momentarily, before the sound of something dropping on the ground echoed throughout the phone: "What?"

Lin Xiaoqian’s family hailed from a musical lineage. His grandfather Lin Xun and Sang Ziming were among the first wave of overseas students, the two having been well-connected classmates. Later, upon Lin Xun’s return to serve his country, he was falsely imprisoned by a local warlord, only to be rescued by Sang Ziming.

In Lin Xun’s diary, he documented a hidden affection—a woman who appeared during his darkest time and saved him, cherished forever as his white moonlight.

Such gratitude must never be forgotten by Lin family descendants.

He never expected Shen You’an would turn out to be Sang Ziming’s descendant.

Rong Xianning swiftly went through trending topics, his brows furrowing tighter with each glance.