Transmigrating As a Poor Fake Heiress with Trillions in Family Asset - Chapter 30

Chapter 30: The Missed Contract

While the Jing-Selection Home Appliance Festival was creating a massive buzz online, the An family was embroiled in a bitter argument.

An Siyuan had spent weeks working late into the night, enduring cold shoulders from industry seniors to finalize a proposal that finally won over Jing-Selection’s Business Department. She thought she had saved the family business.

But when she brought the good news home, Mrs. An only heard half of it before her expression turned smug. “I went to see her before and she kicked me out. Now she realizes her mistake and is crawling back with a contract? She thinks I’ll just agree? Tell her to come here and apologize to me first! If it weren’t for her, the An family wouldn’t be in this mess!”

An Siyuan felt her heart go cold. She ignored her mother and looked at her father. “Dad, we need to sign this with Jing-Selection as soon as possible.”

Mr. An hesitated, puffing on a cigarette. “If we sell old stock that doesn’t move, it’s fine. But if we sell new models at low prices on her platform, it might hurt our long-term brand value. Plus, she’s never sold appliances before. We can’t afford another failure.”

“But this isn’t just for us,” An Siyuan urged. “Other major brands are joining. If we only sell old junk, we won’t be able to compete.”

“Other brands?” Mrs. An snapped. “I raised her for twenty years! She should be doing this exclusively for us to repay me. Instead, she’s doing favors for other companies using our event? We aren’t participating!”

An Siyuan looked at her mother in disbelief. How could she be this delusional? She had explained that this was a professional deal she had negotiated, not a charity favor from Sang Jing.

“Mom, it wasn’t the An family that offended President Kou,” Siyuan finally blurted out, her voice trembling with frustration. “It was you.”

Mrs. An’s face turned black. Mr. An finally snapped at his wife to shut up, but the damage was done. An Siyuan left the contract on the table. “If you want the deal, sign it this week.” She went upstairs, exhausted, finally understanding why Sang Jing had chosen to be a “hedonistic socialite” while living with these people. Trying to do real work with them was like walking through mud.

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The Gala and the Trap

A week passed. Sang Jing looked at the list of participating brands and noted with surprise, “The An family isn’t on here?”

Zuo Wei explained, “They refused to come to our office to sign. They demanded we go to them and tried to haggle over the commission rates. Sister Zhang Ling was so busy with other top brands that she didn’t have time to play their games. The deadline passed, so they’re out.”

“A pity for An Siyuan’s hard work,” Sang Jing remarked.

Despite not signing, the An family—along with two major shareholders—showed up at the celebratory gala, assuming they would sign the contract there in front of everyone. They were shocked to see the giants of the industry, like the Chen and Lin families, already present.

Mr. An approached the head of the Chen family. “President Chen, I didn’t expect to see you at a ‘party’ like this.”

Old Mr. Chen laughed. “This isn’t a party, it’s a working meeting. Oh, wait—I heard the An Group didn’t sign the contract, right?”

Sang Jing, standing nearby, nodded gracefully. “Yes. They were the first to reach out, but for some reason, they missed the deadline.”

The room went quiet. After losing their spots in Kou’s malls, the An family had passed up their only lifeline? Everyone looked at Mr. An as if he were a fool.

Mrs. An, unable to help herself, stepped forward and glared at Sang Jing. “You invited us here just to mock us? What ‘deadline’? You just wanted to make us a laughingstock!”

Sang Jing remained calm. “We contacted your company multiple times. You rejected the standard contract everyone else signed. If I gave the An Group special treatment, President Chen and President Lin here would have a bone to pick with me.”

The realization hit the room: The An family thought they were special. The shareholders who came with the Ans were furious. They tried to beg Sang Jing for an extension, but she politely declined, citing that the marketing materials and event framework were already finalized.

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Public Opinion Shifts

After the disastrous gala, the An family became the joke of the social circle.

At high-society tea parties, the narrative changed. “I think we misunderstood Sang Jing,” one socialite remarked. “With parents like those, no wonder she spent all her time partying before. Look at An Siyuan—she tried to work hard and her parents ruined it in a week.”

When these comments reached Mrs. An, she didn’t self-reflect. Instead, she began a smear campaign, telling anyone who would listen that Sang Jing was an “ungrateful white-eyed wolf” who ignored her upbringing. The story eventually hit the internet: #SangJingUngratefulToFosterParents.

Sang Jing heard about the trending topic while at a pet shop with Kou Yan, waiting for the Husky to finish its bath. She wasn’t bothered; her “Plot Deviation” score had reached 10%, and the appliance festival was on track.

Kou Yan, sitting beside her with a cold expression, suddenly spoke. “I know a good lawyer and a great accountant. Why don’t we have them calculate exactly how much this ‘debt of upbringing’ is worth in cash?”

Sang Jing looked at him and smiled. “That’s actually a great idea.”

Meanwhile, Sang Jing’s biological parents weren’t about to let their daughter be bullied. They prepared to contact the media to reveal the truth about how Mrs. An had kicked Sang Jing out the moment the blood test results came back. If the An family wanted a public fight about “gratitude,” the Sangs were ready to show the world exactly what kind of people the Ans really were.