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Jiang Yuan and Feng Hongyang: A Twisted Fate of Love and Hate
墨書 Inktalez
Grandma Chu handed a basket of Chinese toon and fresh bamboo shoots to Jiang Yuan, asking her to deliver it to the private restaurant at the corner across the street.
It was noon, and as Jiang Yuan crossed the road, she noticed several black luxury cars pulling up one after another in the vacant lot next to the restaurant. The leading figure wore sunglasses, obscuring his face, but his imposing presence clearly indicated he was either wealthy or powerful.
"Looks like we finally get to see a real celebrity today."
"Who is it?"
"It's the entrepreneur Feng Hongyang, the head of Zhuo Ling Capital. Didn't they just feature him on TV recently?"
"Oh, right—"
Jiang Yuan overheard the conversations around her. She quickly crossed the street, following a couple ahead of her. The private restaurant was located deep within an old alley that had stood for a century, offering a tranquil environment amidst the bustling city.
After passing through a Screen Wall and turning into the front hall, she found the place bustling with activity; both the kitchen and dining area were in a flurry of movement. Jiang Yuan didn’t linger and headed straight for the backyard.
A wooden door separated the front hall from the kitchen, and just as she was about to push it open, the door swung open from inside. The man who opened it had striking features: a high nose bridge, pale skin, and deep black eyes that seemed unfathomable.
With just one glance, Jiang Yuan recognized him as the charismatic business mogul from television.
"Mr. Feng."
Jiang Yuan stepped aside to let him pass, but he silently walked by her without pausing his gaze for even a moment. As the wooden door closed behind him, Jiang Yuan turned back to see the kitchen staff working in an open area, processing ingredients. Upon seeing her enter, some of them put down their tasks and greeted her with smiles.
"Grandma Chu has troubled you again."
"It's nothing; I don't have classes this afternoon anyway."
Jiang Yuan handed over the basket but didn’t rush to leave; she waited for the staff to help her find Grandma Chu's pickled vegetable jar that had been left in the store.
"It’s been a while since you last came here; what have you been busy with lately?"
"Job hunting."
"Have you found one?"
"Still looking."
"By the way, has your sister contacted you recently?"
"Chu Yunhui?" Jiang Yuan shook her head. "No."
"I heard she’s been seeing a big boss in Shanghai and is living quite well now."
"Is that so?"
Jiang Yuan wasn’t surprised at all. Chu Yunhui was two years younger than her and had been spoiled by Chu Hong and Wang Li since childhood. She dropped out of school before finishing middle school and had been drifting through life ever since. During Jiang Yuan's college entrance examination year, Chu Yunhui had gotten caught up with some delinquents at a bar and was arrested by the police; Chu Hong was furious and kicked her out of their home.
After that, Chu Yunhui never came back.
After leaving the restaurant, Jiang Yuan stood by the roadside waiting for the subway to the city. Not far away, the villas at the construction site were beginning to take shape. In the city center, where every inch of land is precious, developers naturally want to make full use of it.
A car stopped next to Jiang Yuan, and the window rolled down, revealing a handsome face.
"Hey, are you waiting for a ride?"
Jiang Yuan glanced at him; he was wearing silver-rimmed glasses, with slightly upturned eyes, looking to be in his early thirties.
"Where are you headed? I can give you a lift for a bit," the man asked again.
Jiang Yuan was momentarily taken aback and didn't immediately understand what he meant.
The man smiled and pointed to the passenger seat: "My boss is over there; you can hop in and ask him if he can take you."
Following his finger, Jiang Yuan noticed a Bentley Mulsanne parked ahead with a very auspicious license plate number—five eights.
"Get in."
The backseat window lowered halfway, revealing a sharply defined face that looked noble and aloof.
Jiang Yuan hesitated for two seconds before opening the door and sitting down.
"Going to the city?" the man asked.
"Yes."
"Where to?"
" Yuncheng University."
"Huh?" The man's voice rose slightly as he looked at Jiang Yuan through the rearview mirror. "You also go to Yuncheng University?"
"Yes."
"What a coincidence; so do we."
The man in the passenger seat turned his head to look at Jiang Yuan and asked, "Hey there, are you a high school student? Which school do you attend?"
" Yuncheng University, majoring in Finance."
"Senior," the man smiled, "My boss is also from Yuncheng University ’s Finance program—985, 211, a top student."
Jiang Yuan glanced at the rearview mirror; the man was leaning back in his seat with his eyes closed, showing no intention of speaking further.
"What department is your boss from?" Jiang Yuan politely responded.
"Feng Hongyang, class of '99; have you heard of him?"
"Feng Hongyang?" Jiang Yuan paused slightly and instinctively turned her head, making eye contact with the man.
The man smiled slightly, causing Jiang Yuan's heart to skip a beat as she hurriedly looked away.
"Senior Feng is quite famous," Jiang Yuan said.
"Yeah," the man replied with some pride in his tone, "Our boss is quite a celebrity at Yuncheng University."
When they arrived at Yuncheng University ’s entrance, Jiang Yuan thanked both men and got out of the car.
The man watched her figure leave and clicked his tongue: "What a pretty girl; why aren’t you saying anything, boss?"
"Ye Ming," the man in the backseat opened his eyes and shot him a glance, "You talk too much."
"I may not talk much, but I can't help you negotiate contracts," Ye Ming huffed and instructed the driver, "Drive."
The Bentley slowly drove away from the entrance of Yuncheng University, heading towards the south of the city. Jiang Yuan walked into the university and headed straight for the boys' dormitory building.
In Room 308 of Dormitory Six, Jiang Yuan knocked on the door. After a moment, the door opened, revealing a handsome face.
"Wang Ming," Jiang Yuan said as she looked at him, "I have a question I want to ask you."
"Come in," Wang Ming replied, turning back to his desk. On the table lay a math problem. Jiang Yuan walked over, picked up a piece of scratch paper, and began to write and draw on it.
Wang Ming stood behind her for a moment before returning to his seat.
"I can solve this problem; you don't need to calculate it," he said.
"I'm almost done," Jiang Yuan replied without looking up.
A few minutes later, she put down her pen, blew on the scratch paper, and handed it to Wang Ming.
Wang Ming took it and looked down at it for a while before asking Jiang Yuan, "How did you solve it?"
"I used derivatives," Jiang Yuan answered.
Wang Ming frowned. "This problem can't be solved using derivatives."
Jiang Yuan pressed her lips together and remained silent.
Wang Ming looked over it again before saying, "You got it right."
Jiang Yuan let out a sigh of relief.
"Is there anything else?" Wang Ming asked.
"No, that's all," Jiang Yuan shook her head and turned to leave. Just as she reached the door, Wang Ming called out to her.
"Jiang Yuan."
Jiang Yuan turned back to look at him.
"What have you been up to lately?" he asked.
"Looking for a job."
"Have you found one?"
"Not yet."
"Okay." Wang Ming nodded, indicating that she could leave now.
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