You didn’t accept my confession, why are you crying because I changed my mind? Chapter 136

Chapter 136: I Really Don’t Want to Save Up for Another Dowry!

“Jiang Zhou, I invested ten million in you, didn’t I?

“Ten million! And yet you bring to eat at a roadside stall?”

It was 8 p.m. at the night market on Gui Street.

The iron wok for stir-frying flared with roaring flas.

Under the damp tarp, the ground was littered with peanut shells and beer bottles.

At that mont, Yin Shuya followed Jiang Zhou inside with a faintly disdainful look, clearly dissatisfied with his arrangent.

After all, she had pulled Ganfanren out of danger at a critical mont.

Jiang Zhou owed her at least a al.

But he didn’t take her complaints seriously at all.

“Miss Yin, what’s wrong with experiencing the life of ordinary people once in a while?”

“It’s not like I’ve never been to places like this.”

Jiang Zhou handed her a stool, surprised. “You’ve eaten here before?”

Yin Shuya nodded. “When I was in school, I always tried to fit in with my classmates, so I ca here with them a few tis.”

“And then?”

“Then I realized I could never really blend in, so I stopped trying.”

Jiang Zhou was curious. “Why not?”

Yin Shuya sighed. “They were always talking about what they wanted, what they wanted to buy… but I never had that kind of feeling.”

“Damn, hateful rich lady! You really had to flex like that?”

“I’m serious. Ever since I was a child, whatever I wanted, I only had to ask for it.”

When rich people humble-brag, it’s downright inhuman.

Jiang Zhou sighed with envy.

Back in his childhood, he had to save forever just to buy a little bouncy ball.

Where did he ever get to experience this “say it and it’s yours” dream fulfillnt?

But being too rich wasn’t always a blessing either.

Take Feng Siruo and Yin Shuya, for example.

One ended up with social anxiety from being overprotected. The other beca an immature shut-in heiress.

“By the way, what about the script you promised ?”

As the dishes were ordered, Jiang Zhou looked up. “Even the workhorse on the production team isn’t that fast. At least film your first project first.”

Yin Shuya scoffed. “I’ve already secured the lead actors. The shoot starts tomorrow afternoon.”

“So fast? Don’t you need to book actors’ schedules in advance? Don’t tell you found so trash actors to fob off?”

“You don’t need to worry. I’ve got big nas. After all, I do have so influence in Shangjing.”

Jiang Zhou didn’t doubt her words.

Who would dare refuse a 29-year-old heiress who never married, and simply claid whatever she fancied?

Even he, a peerless genius reborn with all his knowledge, felt helpless before this woman.

Not that he liked ddling, it was mainly because he owned half the shares.

And the next few years would be a boom ti for the film industry.

Even though Jiang Zhou had stumbled into this field by accident,

with all the films he had seen, making money here was as easy as breathing.

Who knew? If Ganfanren ever failed, this might beco his fallback.

And a free fallback wasn’t bad at all.

Besides, Yin Shuya owned several other companies too.

He’d definitely trick her into letting him play with them soday.

“What are you thinking about?”

Jiang Zhou coughed. “Just planning my future business strategies.”

Yin Shuya studied him. “Right, how do you plan to accept that ten million investnt?”

“When I set up a company, I’ll accept it under the company’s na.”

“You’re registering a company?”

Jiang Zhou nodded.

Ganfanren had started as a college student project.

But without a company, taking investnt was a hassle.

And he didn’t want to face future investors as just a student, that would put him at a disadvantage.

For big business, everything had to be formalized.

“Alright, enough talking. Let’s eat.”

He placed a clam shell on her plate. “Girls should eat more of this. It’s good for the teeth.”

Yin Shuya gave him a cold look. “Do I look stupid to you?”

“Of course not. You’re just… not obviously smart.”

“Isn’t that the sa thing?!”

Jiang Zhou laughed awkwardly. “You’ve got money. What do you need brains for?”

That left Yin Shuya a little gloomy. “Now I’ve lost half a company and ten million!”

“As long as you’ve got endless money, aren’t you still the winner?”

“I don’t care. I want equity in your company worth ten million.”

Jiang Zhou coughed. “You just called yourself dumb, and now you want my equity? Dream on.”

His shalessness stunned Yin Shuya.

“I’m the investor! Isn’t it proper for to get equity?”

“Nope. I’ll only give you dividends. At worst, when the investnt matures, I’ll pay you back your principal.”

“I don’t agree. This is fraud. I’m pulling my money out!”

Jiang Zhou smacked his lips. “How about… we just call this ten million a loan?”

Yin Shuya’s eyes widened. “I’m not even related to you. Who would lend you ten million?!”

“How about I book a hotel, and we can get a little more… related?”

“Bastard! You want my money and ?!”

Jiang Zhou smirked, draining his beer in one go.

Yin Shuya bit her chopsticks, watching him curiously. “I never t anyone like you in school.”

“Like ? What do you an?”

“Soone who works like a dog chasing money. Is your family really that poor?”

Jiang Zhou quickly raised a hand. “Stop right there. Don’t get curious about .”

Yin Shuya frowned. “Why not? I already invested ten million. Can’t I even ask?”

“Curiosity is the start of falling. I’d rather you just see as a simple, handso guy.”

“I see you as a simple idiot!”

Jiang Zhou didn’t argue, calmly continuing to eat.

He couldn’t afford to get entangled with Yin Shuya.

Just saving up a dowry for Feng Siruo already bled him dry.

He definitely didn’t want to get tied up with another rich heiress on the sa level.

So all dangerous thoughts had to be cut off at the root.

After so casual chatter, the two cleared out every dish on the table.

As night deepened, Jiang Zhou drove Yin Shuya back to Hongye Estate.

At the villa’s entrance, she stepped out and pulled a few papers from her bag.

“This is the venture fair’s attendance sheet. You can use it for reference.”

Jiang Zhou was surprised. “How do you have this?”

Yin Shuya smiled faintly. “As it happens, the hosting company is one of my dad’s investnts.”

“Then why give it to ?”

“We’re grasshoppers tied to the sa rope. Or, well… sa bed. So it’s important to know who’s targeting you.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welco.”

She entered the villa and exhaled deeply.

It was the first ti she’d found soone she could actually talk to, and it felt good.

The people she used to deal with always saw her as impossibly high-class, only talking about horseback riding, fencing, golf. Those “elite” hobbies.

She had zero interest in any of that.

Couldn’t they have the guts to talk a little dirty for once?

She was twenty-nine, not so innocent sixteen-year-old girl!

That’s why a cheeky, shaless guy like Jiang Zhou actually felt refreshing.

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anwhile, Jiang Zhou returned to Shangjing under the cover of night.

At the Ganfanren headquarters, he printed the photo of the signature board.

He compared it to the official attendance list.

In this era, phone caras were really terrible.

The handwriting on the board was ssy, nearly illegible.

Without the attendance sheet, he might’ve mistaken Lin Kun’s na for “wood stick.”

“There’s one Zheng, but he’s in electronic components.

“No Fang, but there’s a Yuan related to Madam Yuan Youqin, so probably not my enemy.”

After comparing for a while, his eyes stopped at the second-to-last entry.

Just one character.

“Feng.”

Feng Sihai?

No, the na appeared earlier already.

So who was this Feng?

Jiang Zhou set the sheet down, muttering to himself.

If it really was soone from the Feng family, it must be because of Feng Siruo.

A family that big wouldn’t randomly target a college student’s start-up.

Like a great horse, it wouldn’t say, “So tiny village store, destroy it for !”

The only link was his pursuit of Feng Siruo.

Besides, the Feng family’s core business was in Beihai.

In Shangjing, only Feng Sihai’s branch company existed.

So unless it was coincidence, there was only one explanation left.

Jiang Zhou fell silent for half an hour, then wrote a word: Aunt.

Before he took Feng Siruo to Fun Valley, her aunt had visited once.

She was from the main Feng family, the eldest daughter of the previous generation.

She’d co to Shangjing, checked on Feng Siruo’s situation.

That made her the most likely suspect behind the scenes.

“Whoever it is, I just hope it’s not her.” Leaning back in his chair, Jiang Zhou looked weary.

In his past life, Feng Siruo cut ties with her family in order to marry him.

Not a single Feng relative attended the wedding.

But at the end of the ceremony, he did receive a red envelope from her aunt.

She hadn’t co in person; only her driver had delivered it.

She was the only Feng who had blessed their marriage.

If history’s changes turned her into his first enemy instead, that would really leave a bitter taste.

Jiang Zhou sighed, got up, and walked out of Ganfanren HQ.