Transmigrating As a Poor Fake Heiress with Trillions in Family Asset - Chapter 32

Chapter 32: I Choose Career

For most enterprises to grow, financing is essential. The An family’s appliance company was no different; it had gone through several rounds of funding. This meant the company was not solely Mr. An’s to command.

Due to the recent actions of Mr. and Mrs. An, the company’s reputation plummeted, and its stock price crashed. Shareholders immediately called an emergency meeting. No one was willing to let their interests be destroyed by this “idiot couple.” Even as the founder, Mr. An could not override the interests of the investors.

The board unanimously decided to promote An Siyuan.

“Although she only has a degree from a regular university and lacks formal executive training, her mind is clear,” one shareholder noted. “She was the one pushing for the partnership with Jing-Selection to save us.”

Another added, “We’ll hire professional managers as her assistants. At least she isn’t arrogant and self-important.”

When Mr. An returned to the office, he found himself sidelined. An Siyuan was appointed Executive Vice President, handling all affairs. Mr. An kept his title as President but was effectively stripped of power.

As for Mrs. An, the shareholders suggested that Mr. An cut off her allowance. A socialite without money is effectively grounded. She couldn’t attend parties or meet friends without a cent to her name, nor could she bear to wear old clothes.

Mrs. An went into a frenzy at home. “What did I do wrong? My only mistake was raising Sang Jing! Is everything my fault now?” But no one listened. An Siyuan moved into a high-end apartment near the office, and Mr. An was too busy trying to reclaim his authority.

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The Clean Break

A week later, Mrs. An, perhaps genuinely afraid of poverty, stopped screaming and started pleading. She even managed to call Sang Jing.

“I know I was wrong, Jingjing! I won’t ever plot against you again. For the sake of the twenty years I raised you, please help the An family—help me!”

Sang Jing replied flatly, “My debt of upbringing has been calculated by lawyers and accountants. The money has already been transferred to Uncle An’s account.”

Mrs. An grew desperate. “He didn’t raise you, I did! The money should be in my account!”

“Isn’t that your community property?” Sang Jing asked before hanging up and blocking the number. With the payment sent, she was officially done with the An family.

An Siyuan, however, had gained a much clearer perspective. She realized that her biological parents were not much different from her former foster parents. If she relied on them for a better life, she would be making a grave mistake. She went back to her old “survival mode,” just with a different job title.

Seeing Jing-Selection’s success, she realized it was becoming a massive platform for third-party merchants. She proposed that the An Group open a flagship store on the app and pay for promotion. The board supported her, but they had one worry: “After what your mother did, will Sang Jing let us in?”

Siyuan remained silent for a long time. “I will apologize to my sister on behalf of the family.”

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The Banquet and the Choice

Soon, An Siyuan issued a public apology on Weibo and called Sang Jing privately with sincere remorse. Sang Jing was relieved; the “heroine” was finally acting like the brave, upwardly mobile person she was supposed to be, rather than a frustrating plot device.

Public opinion shifted. People began to pity An Siyuan for her “bad luck” with parents and praised her business talent. Sang Jing’s fans, in their typical style, joked: “President Sang is amazing—whoever becomes her parents ends up successful. Does she need a new dad? Or a mom?”

Then, a Thanksgiving charity gala invitation arrived. Sang Jing was about to toss it aside when she remembered a crucial plot point from the original novel.

In the book, this gala was where a supporting character, Wu Ling-shan, tried to drug Yan Ye. However, Wu got distracted by an ex-boyfriend, and the heroine, An Siyuan, accidentally stumbled into Yan Ye’s room. That night led to a pregnancy and a long, torturous “dog-blood” romance.

Sang Jing didn’t want to go, fearing she might get caught in the crossfire. Instead, she invited An Siyuan to eat hot pot.

“Sister, you’re here!” An Siyuan greeted her with a sweet smile. They chatted naturally, and the tension of the past months seemed to melt away over the spicy broth.

“Are you really done with Yan Ye?” Sang Jing asked suddenly.

An Siyuan paused. “He doesn’t have me in his heart. He insisted on breaking it off, so I chose to let go.”

“What if there was a chance to force him back into the engagement?” Sang Jing pushed. She then asked the ultimate question: “If you had to choose between love and career, which would you pick?”

In the original novel, Yan Ye treated the heroine “worse than a dog” during the early stages of their romance. Sang Jing didn’t want to see this newly independent An Siyuan fall back into that trap.

An Siyuan thought deeply. She liked Yan Ye, but she also saw how fragile her position was. If she chose a forced marriage without love, her career—the only thing she truly owned—might slip away.

“I want to choose my career,” An Siyuan said firmly. “I feel that is the only thing I can hold firmly in my own hands. Efforts in work lead to rewards. Feelings… I can’t control a man. I don’t dare throw everything away for him.”

Sang Jing was surprised. The original An Siyuan was a total “love brain.” Now, she was choosing power.

Sang Jing smiled and stood up. “If you still dream of love, go to the charity gala. If you want to develop your career, come to Jing-Selection that night with your team to discuss promotion strategies.”

As Sang Jing walked to her car, a system notification chimed: [Plot Deviation reached 25%. The Sang family will receive a 100-billion-yuan investment.]

Sang Jing’s eyes flickered. It was settled. An Siyuan had chosen the career.