Chapter 142

Feng Yiyun waved for the driver to wait at a distance, then sat on a quiet bench in the woods and pressed play on the cassette.

A bittersweet accordion melody drifted out:

I have a red bean, carrying longings untold.

I’ll let the evening breeze take it, and deliver it to the one in my heart.

I have a red bean, delicate and bright.

I’ll let the moonlight send it, to the one who’ll accept it.

…

I have a red bean.

Accompany me through the dying lamp and the dripping water clock,

Several times I wanted to send it, yet I held it back.

Does my beloved know of this feeling?

……

A puff of white breath left Feng Yiyun’s lips as she wrapped her black coat tighter around herself.

She too had once been the princess of the Feng family. And, of course, she had once been a young girl full of expectations for love.

Back then, many pursued her, saying they liked her.

But once they found out she was from the Feng family, those same people began pretending not to know her.

So, she had lived alone all the way into her late thirties.

Daughters of the Feng family never lacked for anything.

The only thing they lacked was love.

The family might not force them into political marriages, but neither would they be open-minded enough to allow them to marry just anyone.

Because, aside from money, what mattered most to these great households was reputation.

This phenomenon was actually quite common in the country.

Rural boys rarely married city girls. Girls from the capital almost never married men from other provinces.

Family status had already become an unspoken rule in marriage.

All the more so for the Feng family.

That brat Jiang Zhou really dared to dream, trying to bide his time and secretly “steal away” their little Siruo.

It was indeed wishful thinking.

But as an elder, how could she not be moved?

Feng Yiyun switched off the music, then climbed back into the black Bentley.

“Let’s go, take me to Feng Sihai.”

“Boss, you mean Linghang Capital?”

“Yes.”

The driver nodded, pressed the accelerator, and drove out of University of Technology.

—

Two hours later, Feng Yiyun arrived at Feng Sihai’s office.

Feng Sihai was a collateral relative of the Feng family, not of the main branch.

But thanks to the main family’s support, his personal wealth had also grown considerable.

Even so, facing a direct descendant of the main branch, he couldn’t help feeling nervous.

“Miss, what are your instructions?”

Feng Yiyun handed him a flyer. “Do you know this project?”

Feng Sihai glanced at it. “Of course, I heard about it at the last venture conference.”

“I’m very optimistic about this project. You can lend him a hand.”

“But… I heard that the eldest daughter of the Yin family is also quite interested in this project.”

Feng Yiyun gave him a look. “So what? I only said for you to help him, not to snatch it away.”

Feng Sihai quickly nodded. “Oh, I understand now.”

“Also, whatever this project needs, you take the initiative. After all, this is a matter of our own family. Don’t let the Yin family insert themselves into everything.”

“O… our own family?” Feng Sihai froze for a moment, then suddenly had a flash of realization.

Ah! So this project belongs to the Feng family!

No wonder it has been developing so quickly.

In just three short months, it had already spread across the entire city.

He had first thought it was backed by the Yin family.

But to think that behind Ganfanren stood the Feng family!

“I understand, Miss. I will spare no effort to support this project.”

“Good. That’s all.” Feng Yiyun nodded, expressionless, and walked out of the office.

She had finished her investigation, and Jiang Zhou turned out to be quite satisfactory.

No, more than satisfactory. So satisfactory it surprised her.

He actually knew about the Feng family, and yet still dared to carry such youthful ambition.

This boy’s methods and courage far surpassed ordinary people.

If Feng Siruo really did like him, Feng Yiyun felt she could accept it.

But just because she could accept it, didn’t mean the stubborn elders of the Feng family would.

Family status… how many loves had it destroyed throughout history?

She didn’t want Siruo to end up like her, reaching this age and still never finding her Prince Charming riding on rainbow clouds.

“Boss, where to next?”

“To Beijing University. I want to see Siruo. Then book me a flight tonight. I need to return to Beihai.”

The driver nodded and drove toward Shangjing University.

—

At that moment, Feng Siruo was in her dorm reading a book titled The Mischievous Boy and the Silly Cute School Beauty.

It had been recommended to her by Ding Yue, who said that once she finished reading it, she would understand what love was.

For the past few days, she had been burning the midnight oil.

But the more she read, the more confused she felt.

Why did “no” from a girl actually mean “yes”?

Why did “oh” mean she was angry?

Why did “I’m going to shower” mean she wasn’t interested in talking anymore?

Was this love or some kind of cryptic code?

Just then, her phone rang.

The caller ID displayed: Feng Yiyun.

“Hello, Aunt.

“Alright, I’ll come downstairs right now.”