Transmigrating As a Poor Fake Heiress with Trillions in Family Asset - Chapter 14

Chapter 14: The Antagonist, Kou Yan

Sang Jing’s words sounded devoid of emotion, as if she were merely stating facts, yet they effectively slapped the faces of everyone in the room.

Five million yuan wasn’t a massive sum to these people—most were from well-off, if not ultra-wealthy, families. However, reaching a million in sales within just a few hours of the app’s launch was no small feat. Furthermore, according to Sang Jing, hitting five million within 24 hours was an impressive trajectory for a startup.

Sang Jing ignored the darkening expressions around her and said nonchalantly, “Qin-qin was the first friend to trust us with a partnership, so of course, I have to give her brand the best promotional spots. I couldn’t bear to let her trust go to waste.”

With that, she and Wen Qin departed. “We’ll head out first. Let’s catch up another time, everyone.”

An Siyuan watched them leave. She felt a sudden, hollow sense of loss. Sang Jing had stolen everyone’s attention in an instant and hadn’t even spared her a single word. A sour, suffocating feeling rose in her chest.

…

In the elevator, Wen Qin clutched the bag containing her perfume, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Sang Jing. “I thought you were so cool just now! You seem… different from the person I used to know.”

Sang Jing’s heart skipped a beat, but the girl didn’t seem to suspect anything negative. Wen Qin continued, “I thought discovering your true heritage would crush you, but you’re changing for the better. I’m so happy for you!”

Sang Jing relaxed and smiled. “I’m happy too.” She had a healthy body, a trillion-dollar investment waiting, and the ability to talk to products. What wasn’t to love?

As they reached the ground floor and walked toward the hotel entrance, Sang Jing froze. She saw a figure in the distance.

It was the male lead, Yan Ye.

Why is he here? Sang Jing didn’t stop to wonder. He had already tried to call her for a meeting; the last thing she wanted was to be near him. If she couldn’t deviate from the plot, all her hard work would be for nothing.

She bid Wen Qin a hasty goodbye, spotted a car she thought was hers, and lunged inside.

The door clicked shut, and the world went quiet. Sang Jing immediately realized something was wrong. The scent in the car was different, and a heavy, unignorable gaze was fixed on her from the side.

She turned her head. Memory flooded back—the man beside her was Kou Yan, the story’s primary antagonist.

Sang Jing suddenly remembered: the male lead hadn’t attended the banquet, but Kou Yan had. In the original plot, he came to pick up the female lead and take her home.

“Sorry, I’m in the wrong car,” Sang Jing said, looking into his cold, dark eyes.

As she reached for the door handle, a hand clamped down on her right wrist.

“You’re Sang Jing. The one who caused all that noise tonight,” he said. His voice was deep, magnetic, and wrapped in a chilling, gloomy intensity.

Sang Jing assumed he meant the app. She forced a smile. “That’s me. I’m very sorry; I didn’t look closely before getting in. Could you let me go?”

“No,” Kou Yan said. He looked at the driver. “Drive.”

The driver didn’t hesitate. The car surged forward.

“Mr. Kou,” Sang Jing dropped the forced smile. “Where are you taking me? I’m clearly not the person you were waiting for.”

Kou Yan glanced at her again. “You know who I was waiting for?”

Of course I know. You’re here for An Siyuan.

In the original novel, Kou Yan was a madman—alternating between periods of manic rage and deep depression. Though a business genius, his methods were extreme, often bordering on self-destruction. In the story, he was once in a car crash where he thought he was dying. In his moment of despair, the female lead ran to him, held him, and begged him not to fall asleep. To Kou Yan, she became the “sunlight” in his dark life. He became obsessed with her, doing horrific things to keep her by his side.

In the original plot, Sang Jing and Kou Yan eventually teamed up—her target was Yan Ye, his was An Siyuan. Both met tragic ends.

Now, Sang Jing had accidentally crashed into the antagonist’s car. She panicked for a second but quickly regained her composure. I have to deviate from the plot.

If she could weaken Kou Yan’s obsession with the female lead, the hero and heroine would have one less obstacle. They would get together faster, and she would be safe.

She turned to him, her gaze softening into something genuinely kind. “Are you… feeling unwell lately?”

Kou Yan’s expression didn’t change, but he kept his eyes on her.

Sang Jing lied carefully. “When I was still with the An family, I heard about you. They said you often feel low or angry. Have you considered… seeing a doctor?”

She cleared her throat. “I don’t mean it as an insult. It’s just that if there’s a way to resolve your distress, why not try it? Having a healthy body makes everything better.”

She suspected Kou Yan had Bipolar Disorder. In these “brainless” romance novels, characters rarely sought professional help for mental illness; they usually just used “illness” as a tool to manipulate or hurt the lead characters. The original Sang Jing had often faked illnesses to lure Yan Ye away from An Siyuan.

By suggesting he see a doctor, Sang Jing hoped that if his condition was managed, his obsession with “sunlight” (the female lead) would fade.

Kou Yan remained still, but something shifted in his eyes. “And what if the doctor says I’m not sick?”

Sang Jing realized this was a subtle admission of his mood swings. She was relieved he hadn’t exploded in a rage. “Then maybe get a pet? A Golden Retriever or a Border Collie? Animals have a way of healing us.” She smiled softly. “I wanted a dog in my past… I mean, I’ve always wanted one. I’m just too busy with the startup right now. Once things settle, I’ll get one.”

Kou Yan looked away and leaned back against the seat, letting out a quiet “Mm.”

The driver finally asked for her address. Ten minutes later, they arrived. Sang Jing thanked him and hurried out.

After the car started again, Kou Yan spoke. “No one has ever told me to see a doctor. I look sick, don’t I?”

The driver, who was also Kou Yan’s long-time assistant, replied cautiously, “Not everyone is calm all the time, sir. You carry a lot of pressure.”

Kou Yan didn’t dwell on it. “Sang Jing is much prettier than An Siyuan,” he remarked. “And that shopping app she’s making… it’s interesting.”

“I downloaded it after work,” the assistant added. “If it continues like this, it will be the biggest rival to the Kou Group’s shopping malls.”

“Interesting,” Kou Yan repeated. A few minutes later, he added, “Schedule a doctor’s appointment for me tomorrow. Maybe I really am sick.”

…

Meanwhile, back at the hotel, An Siyuan stood in the cold wind, looking left and right. Kou Yan said he would pick her up—why was he so late?

The hotel doorman approached. “Miss, would you like me to call a taxi for you?”

An Siyuan smiled purely. “No, thank you. Mr. Kou is coming for me.”

The doorman, who knew the Kou family’s cars well, hesitated. “Miss… Miss Sang just got into Mr. Kou’s car. They left a while ago.”

An Siyuan’s smile nearly shattered. She took a deep breath, maintaining her sweet facade. “In that case, please call me a car.”

As she watched the neon lights of the city, her smile vanished. Why was Sang Jing in his car? Did he not tell her he was there for me?

She gripped her handbag so hard her knuckles turned white. She stole my education, my life, and my resources for twenty years… and now she’s even stealing my ride?