At the Food Supervision Bureau’s interrogation room, Jiang Zhou sat alone at the questioning table. There was no one across from him. The room was silent except for the ticking of the quartz clock on the wall. Strange. They had said they wanted him to cooperate with an investigation, yet no one was questioning him. Only Du Weiliang had come in once, silently leaving a glass of water before walking out again. It was obvious now. This “investigation” had another purpose. Jiang Zhou took a photo of the clock, then walked to the door to ask a staff member. The reply was, “Sorry, sir. We’re short on personnel today. We’re still questioning the deliveryman Jiang. Please wait a while. You’ll be next.” Jiang Zhou nodded and went back inside. He wandered around the room as time slipped by. Soon it was past 11 o’clock. Even if Jiang Zihao were forging cannons, the questioning should’ve ended by now. Yet still, no one came in. They were deliberately stalling, clearly trying to make him miss the venture capital conference. “Excuse me,” he tried again at the door. “I have urgent business this afternoon. Can we reschedule?” “Sorry, we follow orders. Please wait a little longer.” Frowning deeply, Jiang Zhou sat down to think. Since entering Shangjing University, he had indeed offended some people. The first was Fang Youcai, along with his parents. But their family background wasn’t strong enough to orchestrate something . Then there was Zheng Hongxia, who had wanted to rent the small brick building. He had taken the spot she wanted, so she bore a grudge. She was also a restaurant owner, so she probably had connections with the Food Bureau. But what would she gain from sabotaging his participation in the conference? Stopping him from developing further? Was it really worth it to her? Besides, his project’s advisor was Yan Weimin, the head of the university’s administrative office. If Zheng Hongxia wanted to run a restaurant on campus, she wouldn’t sabotage his event. It would hurt her too. “So whose toes did I step on? Whose cake did I cut into? “They chose this exact day just as the conference began. Truly ruthless.” Jiang Zhou tapped the table with his knuckles, staring at the slowly moving hands of the clock. He raised his phone again and took another photo of it. Soon, it was already 12:30 p.m. Less than half an hour remained before the venture capital conference. In the interrogation room, still no one appeared. Jiang Zhou felt that although they had summoned him under the pretext of “assisting with an investigation,” in reality, they had locked him up in solitary confinement for more than two hours. And the closer it got to one o’clock, the more his suspicions were confirmed. The most update n0vels are published on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾※𝙣𝙚𝙩 Someone truly didn’t want him showing up at the venture capital conference. That so-called “unconscious patient” might even be fake. After all, anyone could just order takeout, pretend to faint, and act in someone else’s play. But did they really think that keeping him locked here meant keeping Ganfanren locked down too? “Bro, I’ve been waiting here for two hours. Is anyone coming or not?” Jiang Zhou asked. “I just follow orders from above, I can’t—” Jiang Zhou cut him off. “I know, you don’t have the authority to let me go. But did I say I was leaving?” The staffer blinked. “Then… what do you want?” “I came here to cooperate with the investigation, and all I’ve gotten is one glass of water?” “You’re thirsty? I’ll get you another.” Jiang Zhou pointed at the clock on the wall. “Come on, brother. It’s already noon. Isn’t a boxed meal reasonable? Or do you want me to starve to death?” The staffer hesitated. “I’ll… I’ll go ask.” He then turned and hurried out. Seeing this, Jiang Zhou let out a long sigh. I know you’re stalling me. Go ahead, stall all you want. I’m not insisting on leaving anyway. But I’ve been here two hours already, and now it’s lunchtime. You won’t even give me a meal? Do you people not know how to be human? Meanwhile, on a road along the East Second Ring, a black Bentley was parked beneath a lush plane tree. Inside the backseat, a woman raised her phone to her ear. “You’re saying that Jiang Zhou isn’t anxious at all, and even asked you for a boxed lunch?” On the other end, someone responded, “Yes. He also complained that since arriving, all he got was a glass of water, and said we don’t know how to treat people.” The woman was slightly surprised. “This kid really has patience.” “So, what do you want us to do? Keeping him indefinitely isn’t proper either.” “If he’s not in a rush to leave, then let him stay. Just buy him a boxed meal and send it in.” The other side hesitated. “Do you think he’s guessed that we’re deliberately stalling him?” The woman sneered. “So what if he has? He’s just pretending to be calm. What can a university student do?” “…Alright then, I’ll arrange for someone to deliver the meal.” The call ended, and silence filled the car. A shaft of light pierced through the leaves, falling across her delicate face. Her features bore a striking resemblance to Feng Siruo, seven parts alike. For she was none other than Feng Siruo’s aunt, Feng Yiyun. That day at the teahouse, she had been bothered by Feng Siruo’s unease. And though she knew her niece wasn’t lying, she hadn’t pressed further. But not asking didn’t mean she wouldn’t investigate. And when she did, the result had infuriated her. Someone at school had dared to force little Siruo into a relationship? Even clinging to her and calling her “wife”? Feng Yiyun had smashed her phone in rage after reading that. Feng Siruo was the family’s most cherished little princess. Who had ever dared to force her into anything? Clearly, this boy didn’t know what “death” meant. At first, she had planned to contact the principal of Shangjing University directly, telling him to find an excuse to expel Jiang Zhou. But later, she discovered something interesting. Jiang Zhou was actually running a business on campus. It was quite a grand one, with significant investment involved. Feng Yiyun immediately decided she wouldn’t let him off so easily. She wanted him to first watch all his hard work collapse before his eyes. Then she would warn him, and kick him out. This would also serve as a warning to the rest of the students. If Jiang Zhou knew what she was thinking, he would surely point to her nose and curse her. No wonder my wife grew up so withdrawn! So this is how you “protect” her? Driving away anyone who gets close, and scaring off others as a bonus. Of course she ended up socially anxious in this kind of environment! But he had no chance to curse anyone. At least, not at this stage. Because right now, he was sitting in the interrogation room, eating a boxed lunch. And filming while he ate. “This boxed meal was given to me by staff from the Food Supervision Bureau. Tastes pretty good.” He turned the camera toward the staffer. “This guy brought it. Pretty handsome, right?” Men were vain creatures. Hearing himself called handsome, the staffer couldn’t help but turn his head, perfectly captured on video. Meanwhile, from the surveillance monitors, Du Weiliang watched Jiang Zhou with a deepening frown. Why wasn’t he anxious to leave? He had no intention of letting him leave, of course. But Jiang Zhou should at least be throwing a tantrum — complaining, shouting about filing a complaint. That would be normal for a hot-blooded college student. Yet here he was, happily eating lunch. It was already past one o’clock. He had definitely missed that conference. How could he still be eating? Could it be he never intended to attend the meeting in the first place? A strange feeling crept over Du Weiliang. It was that keeping Jiang Zhou here was utterly pointless. At that moment, Jiang Zhou pulled out his phone. Opening QQ, his fingers flew across the screen as he sent out a message.