Chapter 141: He Said He Wants to Save the Princess, Maybe Try Slaying the Dragon First

The coldest days of early winter weren’t the snowy ones, but the clear skies that came after the snow had fallen and slowly melted.

For the past month, Feng Yiyun had visited school after school across the capital, notebook in hand, scribbling down her observations.

“The development momentum is good.

“The goals are clear, and the pace is steady.

“I didn’t expect this kid to actually have some real skill.”

She exhaled into the cold air, glancing at a freshly received flyer.

After so long investigating, she had reached a conclusion: the only thing Jiang Zhou lacked was time.

As long as he had enough of it, Ganfanren would definitely become a money-making project.

For a university student to come up with such a business concept, it couldn’t just be luck.

He truly had talent, and a sharp sense for business.

The problem was… relying on this project alone, it still wouldn’t be enough to marry into their Feng family.

What mattered most now was figuring out what kind of person Jiang Zhou really was.

The last investigation report had painted him as worthless.

He forced Xiao Siruo into a relationship, scheming to squeeze money out of students.

At first, she believed it. At least, enough to want to teach him a lesson.

But now, she was starting to doubt those results.

Feng Yiyun tucked the notebook into her coat pocket and got into her car.

“Let’s go check out University of Technology.”

“Yes, boss.”

The driver pressed the accelerator, and the Bentley glided toward North China University of Technology.

This was the last school to allow Ganfanren promotion, so their flyer campaign here hadn’t yet ended.

The north wind howled through the canvas tents at the campus gates, where Guo Wei and Yang Xin shivered, standing guard.

Whenever someone entered the gate, they would rush to hand out a flyer.

They’d been doing this job for two months straight.

Honestly, the 3,800 yuan promised would’ve been enough even if they had only worked half a month.

But still they stayed, dutifully helping promote.

At that moment, a black Bentley slowly drove into campus.

Seeing this, Guo Wei hurried forward with a flyer.

“Hello! Please take a look at Ganfanren! You can order food online and taste all the best cuisine in the capital without even leaving your dorm!”

Feng Yiyun rolled down the window. “In weather this cold, you’re still out here? How much is Jiang Zhou paying you?”

Guo Wei blinked. “You… know Jiang Zhou?”

“Not really. I’ve just heard of him.”

“Oh, we don’t get paid. I’m his childhood friend. That’s my girlfriend over there.”

“Your girlfriend tags along, unpaid, wasting her dating time to help your buddy? She doesn’t mind?”

Guo Wei scratched his head. “Truth is, I can’t wake up on time most days. It’s her who drags me up.”

Feng Yiyun was surprised. “She wakes you up, then comes with you, and helps you hand out flyers for your friend?”

“Yep. Without her, I’d never get out of bed.”

She nodded, took the flyer, and rolled the window back up.

If someone could inspire friends, and even their partners. to help for free in this freezing cold…

Jiang Zhou’s personal charm couldn’t be underestimated.

Clearly, the earlier investigation report was flawed.

She had been too hasty in blocking him from the venture capital conference.

But then, could she be blamed?

From childhood, she had doted on Feng Siruo.

Having no children of her own, she treated her as a daughter.

So when she heard Siruo was being wronged, she naturally couldn’t stay calm.

Sighing, Feng Yiyun got out of the car and walked into campus.

University of Technology was plastered with Ganfanren posters.

Delivery riders zipped through the grounds.

She took out her notebook again, jotting down notes about delivery speed and current issues the service faced.

Just then, a voice called from behind, “Yiyun? What are you doing here?”

The voice carried both surprise and delight, like an unexpected reunion.

She turned in puzzlement.

There stood Director Chen of the administrative office, holding a kettle of hot water.

“Teacher Chen, why are you here?”

“I work here now. And you?”

She smiled. “I’ve got my eye on a project, so I came to take a look.”

“Oh? You mean Jiang Zhou’s Ganfanren?”

“You know about it too?”

“Of course. I’m the one who approved his promotion here.”

Feng Yiyun thought for a while. “Then… could you tell me more about him?”

“Sure. Let’s go to my office. It’s too cold out here.”

They went into the building, shed their coats, and sat down on the sofa.

Twenty years ago, Director Chen had worked briefly at Feng Corporation.

Back then, Feng Yiyun was still the Feng family’s eldest daughter, sent to learn under him.

The two had gotten along quite well.

But later, due to certain events, he left the company and ended up as an administrator here.

They hadn’t seen each other since.

She in Beihai, he in the capital.

Meeting again like this was pure chance.

“Teacher Chen, or should I say Director Chen now.”

“Call me whatever you like. What do you want to know?”

She thought carefully. “What kind of person is Jiang Zhou?”

He looked puzzled. “Shouldn’t you be asking about the project first? Why him?”

“To cooperate, I need to understand the man.”

“Well, he’s slippery, but unexpectedly mature. Looks careless, but his work leaves no loose ends.”

She nodded.

Those traits matched what she had already seen, like his calm, decisive handling at the Food Supervision Bureau.

It had left a deep impression.

His composure, his strategic foresight, all of it made her admire him a little.

But admiration wasn’t the issue. Character was.

Truth be told, for this past month she hadn’t been investigating as an investor, but as a potential aunt-in-law checking her future nephew-in-law.

“Did you two ever talk about things beyond the project?”

He thought. “I asked him once why he was in such a rush to make money, instead of enjoying a normal college romance.”

Her interest piqued. “And what did he say?”

“He gave me two reasons. First, that money is good, and everyone wants more of it.”

So greedy?

Her brows furrowed slightly.

She wanted someone who put Siruo first, not money.

If his only goal was wealth, she’d question his motives.

“And the second reason?”

“The second… he made up.”

“Made up? What was it?”

Director Chen chuckled. “He said the reason he had to make money fast was because he liked a girl.”

Her heart stirred. “What kind of girl?”

“He said her family was unimaginably wealthy. And if he didn’t work hard now, he’d never be able to ‘steal her away’ later.”

“……”

Her face stiffened. “Anything else?”

“Oh, I remember asking him, ‘So you fell for a princess guarded by a dragon?’”

“And?”

“He said yes. That he was just a poor, empty-handed warrior who had to forge his own blade to slay the dragon.”

“……”

Feng Yiyun fell silent for a long time, her gaze deepening.

Unaware of her reaction, Director Chen continued, “But of course, he was joking. Where would you even find such a rich girl? That’s why I called him slippery.”

“There are such girls.”

Direction Chen froze, realization dawning. He looked at her in disbelief.

The sharp, composed woman before him wore a grave expression, confirming his suspicion.

“He’s in love with someone from the Feng family?!”

She nodded. “More precisely, my niece.”

Director Chen sucked in a cold breath.

“No wonder his words sounded so bold. I thought he was bluffing!”

“…But hearing that does put me more at ease.”

“You’re going to help him?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she stood.

“Thank you, Teacher Chen, for everything today.”

“You know as well as I do: marrying into the Feng family won’t be easy.”

“I’m unmarried myself. Do you think I don’t know?”

“Jiang Zhou can’t succeed. Mismatched families have never ended well.”

She nodded absently, then her gaze fell on a cassette on his desk.

The faded cover read: A Red Bean.

“Teacher Chen, you still like this song?”

“Oh… I dug it out the other day, gave it another listen.”

“May I borrow it?”

He hesitated, then nodded.

Feng Yiyun left, cassette player in hand.