Transmigrating As a Poor Fake Heiress with Trillions in Family Asset - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The neighbor across the hall from the Sangs was nursing a bruised ego, so she spent the next few days wandering through the alleys, spreading rumors about the family’s departure to anyone who would listen.

“Oh, you have no idea,” she said, leaning against a wall. “That girl looked down her nose at all of us, talking about moving her parents out. Who knows where people like them can actually afford to go?”

Another woman chimed in, “My daughter is still in touch with the original Sang Jing—the one who’s now the An family’s eldest daughter. She heard that the An parents don’t recognize this foster daughter at all. They didn’t let her take a single penny. Where would they get the money to move?”

The neighbor nodded smugly. “It’s just a case of saving face while suffering the consequences.”

For two or three days, the “tube building” was abuzz with gossip. Most of the tenants were simply waiting for the Sang family to come crawling back in defeat.

On the third day after their departure, a luxury car worth millions pulled up at the entrance of the alley. For the residents of the slums, such a vehicle represented the pinnacle of wealth; many of them wouldn’t earn that much in a lifetime.

A familiar figure stepped out: the girl who had lived among them for twenty years—the current An Siyuan.

An Siyuan turned to the driver. “Uncle Liu, please help me take the luggage out of the trunk. My sister didn’t take any of her clothes when she left; it will be very inconvenient for her.”

She had come to deliver Sang Jing’s old wardrobe. In truth, Mrs. An had thought the clothes were quite valuable and, since Siyuan was a similar size, suggested she keep them. However, after wearing one outfit to a gathering where other socialites recognized it as Sang Jing’s and mocked her, Siyuan returned home in tears.

Mrs. An had been ready to throw the clothes away in a rage, but Siyuan had played the “thoughtful daughter” card. “Mom, let me bring them to her. That way, everyone in the circle will know that even though your sister left in a huff without a word of thanks for your years of care, you still have a mother’s heart. They’ll see how kind you are.”

Mrs. An was moved by Siyuan’s apparent concern for her reputation and agreed. Thus, Siyuan returned to the slums with five massive suitcases.

She immediately became the center of attention. She was the “Golden Phoenix” of the slums. Many neighbors flocked to her, hoping that a bit of flattery today might lead to a favor tomorrow.

“Oh, our Miss An is back! I always said you didn’t look like you belonged in a place like this!”

“Siyuan, that name is so lovely! You haven’t forgotten our old neighbors, have you?”

“Bringing clothes to your sister? You are far too kind. That girl was so ungrateful, leaving without her luggage just to throw a tantrum. She doesn’t know how hard life is!”

An Siyuan acted shy and humble. “Please don’t say that about my sister. She was just impulsive. By the way, are my sister and my foster parents home?”

The neighbor from across the hall shouted, “No! They’ve been gone for days. They talked about moving, but we haven’t seen a moving truck or any action.”

Siyuan looked worried. “But they don’t have any money. Where could they have gone?”

The driver left the five suitcases at the Sangs’ door and retreated to the car, unable to stand the filth of the building. An Siyuan then dialed Sang Wei’s number in front of the gathered crowd.

“Uncle, it’s Siyuan. I’ve brought all of my sister’s clothes. Where are you? You should come back and take them. Some of these are very expensive; you could get a lot of money selling them second-hand.”

She was sure that mentioning money would summon the “greedy” foster father she remembered.

However, Sang Wei’s voice was flat. “Thank you for the thought, but we didn’t take them because we don’t need them.”

Siyuan froze. Don’t need them? This man was usually desperate for cash. Was he acting out of pride? Or was he afraid of Mrs. An?

“Uncle, didn’t you want to move?” Siyuan said with a “pure” smile. “Selling these would pay for your move.”

After a pause, Sang Wei replied, “Wait there for a moment. I’m coming over.”

While Siyuan waited, the neighbors praised her for being the only one who could “summon” the Sangs back. Meanwhile, Sang Wei was actually finishing up a meeting with Sang Jing and Hao Xue about their new company.

“The office location is set,” Sang Wei told Sang Jing. “Your mom will handle the renovations. You’ll manage business relations and operations. I’ll push the IT team to get the software ready.”

They had already hired a headhunter and bought market research data. Today, they were only returning to the slums to settle their debt with the landlord.

When they arrived at the building, they found a crowd. The landlord, having heard the rumors, was currently clutching An Siyuan’s arm, demanding the unpaid rent.

“You’re a rich miss now!” the landlord barked. “Your parents haven’t paid rent in over a quarter. It’s six thousand yuan. You’ve lived there for twenty years—pay it for them!”

Siyuan looked fragile. “I am grateful to them, but I don’t have any cash. My mother took my cards away today because she was afraid I’d give them money. But these clothes and bags are worth a lot! You can take some to sell.”

The landlord didn’t care for excuses. “I don’t know about second-hand bags! I want cash! Six thousand yuan, now!”

“Please don’t force me,” Siyuan pleaded. “Give Uncle and Auntie some time to sell the clothes…”

At that moment, Sang Wei stepped into the corridor. “The landlord, since she is no longer a daughter of the Sang family, does not ask her for money. I am here to settle the rent today.”

Hearing those words, An Siyuan suddenly felt a wave of inexplicable humiliation.

No longer a daughter of the Sang family? Why did that sound so final—and why did it hurt?