Transmigrating As a Poor Fake Heiress with Trillions in Family Asset - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: The Charity Gala

Sang Jing had originally intended to skip the charity gala. She knew it would be a night of chaos—a pivotal scene in the original novel where everything would go sideways.

However, the night before the event, her mother said, “I’ve already put your gown for tomorrow night in your closet. Remember to head to the salon in the afternoon to get your hair and makeup done.”

Sang Jing blinked, confused. “Didn’t we say we weren’t going?”

Hao Qun paused for a moment. “Oh, look at me, I forgot. I thought you said you had work, but I assumed you’d still make it since President Chen and President Lin personally invited us.” She looked at Sang Jing. “So, are you definitely not going? I should let them know so it doesn’t seem rude when you don’t show up.”

Sang Jing realized this was one of those plot points she couldn’t simply dodge. Besides, if An Siyuan wasn’t there to fall into the “trap,” it wasn’t as if Sang Jing would blindly walk into a lounge herself. She had read the book; she wasn’t that dense.

“Actually, my work isn’t that urgent,” Sang Jing said, nodding. “Since they invited me, I should probably go.”

The next day, after getting ready at the salon, Sang Jing arrived at the hotel in the new car her father had ordered for her. As the driver opened the door, the barrage of camera flashes was blinding.

“It’s Sang Jing! It’s Sang Jing!” “President Sang, look over here!”

The entrance was swarming with reporters, not just for the business moguls, but for the celebrities attending the gala as well. But when they saw Sang Jing, they went into a frenzy. She didn’t look like a celebrity; she looked like someone who owned the celebrities.

“Is that a D-brand haute couture gown? I think I saw an actress wearing a similar million-dollar piece at the film festival last month!” “Look at her jewelry! That bracelet alone is worth over 500,000!” “Forget the clothes, look at her aura. She totally outshines everyone else!”

Nearby, Wu Lingshan was posing for photos, but hardly any cameras were pointed her way. She overheard the reporters and fumed. She couldn’t believe that Sang Jing—the girl who was kicked out of the An family and should be destitute—was now this radiant and wealthy.

How? Wu Lingshan thought. She was abandoned by her family and her fiancé. How does she look more prestigious than me?

Sang Jing’s gaze swept past Wu Lingshan and landed on the next car pulling up. Before the driver could even get to the door, An Siyuan hopped out herself. Seeing Sang Jing, she beamed.

“Sister, you look beautiful today,” An Siyuan said, her eyes sparkling.

Sang Jing nodded, accepting the compliment. “And you look very sweet and lovely.”

An Siyuan’s smile widened. She leaned in to explain, “Sister, I didn’t want to come either, but my father insisted we network to find more opportunities for the An family.”

Sang Jing patted her arm. “It’s fine. Just be careful tonight.”

Behind An Siyuan was her father, An Deming. He hadn’t seen Sang Jing in person for a long time, only in news clips. He was struck by how different she seemed. She moved with a calm, almost cold grace, yet when she smiled, she seemed as warm as a spring breeze.

Was my daughter always this remarkable? he wondered. Or did she only become this bright after leaving the An family?

Sang Jing gave him a polite nod but didn’t say much else. She walked into the ballroom with her parents. Once inside, Presidents Chen and Lin immediately came over to greet her.

“If there’s anything you like at the auction tonight, just bid,” President Chen said with a smile. “Put it on my tab.”

It was a huge honor, but Sang Jing politely declined. Her father had billions; he’d already told her she could pick whatever she wanted.

Soon, the group—including An Siyuan—fell into a deep discussion about the details of the Home Appliance Festival. Although the An family wasn’t participating, An Siyuan provided a unique perspective. As someone who had actually lived in the slums, she understood what ordinary people needed. She wasn’t ashamed of her past, which earned her the genuine respect of the two industry veterans.

Deming watched from a distance, seeing his biological daughter hold her own and his foster daughter, Sang Jing, occasionally helping her smooth over the conversation. His worldview was crumbling. He remembered all the times his wife had whispered in his ear:

“Sang Jing is an ungrateful wolf. She knows nothing but how to spend money.” “Her little app is a fluke; she’ll go bankrupt soon. She never contributed a dime to our company.”

But watching her now, discussing market logistics with the titans of the appliance industry, An Deming realized the woman in front of him bore no resemblance to the one his wife described. He began to watch Sang Jing closely, trying to figure out who his foster daughter really was.

Sang Jing felt his gaze but ignored it. Instead, as she and An Siyuan stepped away to rest, Wu Lingshan approached them, wine glass in hand. Her face was twisted into a smug, mocking grin.

“Look at you two, getting along so well,” Wu Lingshan sneered. “Is it because you were both dumped by President Yan? Bonded by rejection?”

Sang Jing gave her a cold, thin smile. If this woman was so determined to seek her own destruction, Sang Jing was more than happy to show her exactly what “regret” felt like.