Transmigrating As a Poor Fake Heiress with Trillions in Family Asset - Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Worn-Out Shoes

After meeting with Wu Lingshan’s father, Sang Jing returned to the office, planning to head out for dinner with Kou Yan to discuss their partnership once the workday ended.

However, near closing time, Zuo Wei called her from the outer office. Her voice was tense, devoid of her usual pleasantries. “President Sang, the front desk just called. President Yan has taken the elevator straight up.”

Zuo Wei had no love for Yan Ye. As Sang Jing’s closest assistant, she was privy to some of her boss’s private affairs. She knew Kou Yan clearly liked Sang Jing—his advances were obvious—and she preferred him over Yan Ye because he seemed to actually respect her boss.

Shortly after the call, Yan Ye stepped out of the elevator followed by an entourage. One of them carried a massive bouquet of ninety-nine bright red roses.

Zuo Wei stepped out to greet them, catching the whispers of the office staff. “Oh my god, it’s President Yan! Look at the gifts. He must be confessing!” another whispered, “I heard they were engaged once. Is he proposing?”

Zuo Wei rolled her eyes and turned to the assistant team. “Go warn the staff. President Sang does not want to hear these rumors in the company.” While the other assistants weren’t as close to Sang Jing as Zuo Wei, they knew enough about her disdain for Yan Ye to understand the assignment. “Understood, Assistant Zuo!”

Zuo Wei then followed the group into Sang Jing’s office.

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The “Sincerity” of a CEO

Sang Jing knew he was coming, but the sheer scale of the spectacle—the entourage, the gifts, the giant bouquet—made her feel suffocated. Was her rejection not clear enough, or was something wrong with his brain?

She concluded within a second: definitely a brain issue.

Yan Ye reached back, took the roses from his assistant, and handed them to Sang Jing with an expression that was supposedly affectionate but mostly cold and domineering. “These were flown in from abroad today. I know I made you angry before. Can you see my sincerity now? Jingjing, you know you’re the only one in my heart. I broke off the engagement with the An family for you. Please, stop throwing a tantrum over that ‘accident’ at the hotel, okay?”

Sang Jing was stunned by his twisted logic. She gave a sarcastic laugh, pointing at the roses. “Which of your eyes saw me being ‘angry’ over that? And do you really think a bunch of flowers can erase the fact that you slept with someone else?”

Yan Ye’s face darkened as his sore spot was poked. He took a deep breath. “I told you, I was set up. It wasn’t my intention. Why must you be so unreasonable and cling to this?”

Sang Jing laughed out of pure frustration. She had told him repeatedly that she had zero interest in what he did and just wanted to focus on her career. But Yan Ye was convinced she was just playing hard to get.

Fine. She would try a different approach. Her face turned icy, her eyes filled with visible disgust. “I’m not being unreasonable. I just think you’re dirty.”

Yan Ye’s expression became hideous.

Sang Jing continued smoothly, “Besides, what happened between you and Wu Lingshan is common knowledge in our circle. I have no desire to wear a green hat for the rest of my life. I don’t want people pointing at my back wherever I go, saying I’m the one who picked up a pair of worn-out shoes.”

“What did you say?!” Yan Ye roared. Being called “worn-out shoes” (a term usually used for promiscuous women) was the ultimate insult.

Sang Jing looked him up and down and shook her head. “And don’t you think your suit is a bit too well-fitted? Why do you think Wu Lingshan targeted you and not someone else? Doesn’t it have to do with how you dress? You dress like this, look like this, and work out just to have a body like that—isn’t it just to seduce people?”

“Pfft!” Zuo Wei, listening at the door, couldn’t help but snort. These were the exact victim-blaming lines people often used against women online. Hearing Sang Jing throw them at Yan Ye was incredibly cathartic.

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The Vanishing Love

Yan Ye was shaking with rage. He looked at Sang Jing—more beautiful, calm, and elegant than ever—and realized he was deeply attracted to her. But in her eyes, he was nothing but filth.

“Don’t you ever forget what you said today!” Yan Ye hissed, his eyes filled with despair and malice.

“I won’t,” Sang Jing replied. “The feeling of nausea I felt when I learned you and Wu Lingshan were done in just a few minutes… it’s carved into my bones.”

Yan Ye grabbed the roses from the desk, hurled them to the floor, and trampled them. He then noticed his assistants standing behind him with their heads bowed. They had heard everything. He wanted to silence them all.

He looked back at Sang Jing with genuine killing intent.

Sang Jing’s eyes, however, were on the semi-transparent panel. Because of Yan Ye’s rage and murderous thoughts, the Plot Deviation had plummeted to 19%. Her heart raced. This version of Yan Ye was terrifyingly close to the late-stage villainous lead of the original novel—the one who would torture the female lead to “save” her.

Just as the tension reached a breaking point, the office door was pushed open.

The Entry of the “Soft Rice” King

Kou Yan walked in. He looked deliberately disheveled: his suit jacket was draped over his arm, his tie was gone, the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, and his shirt was partially untucked and wrinkled. Yet, he didn’t look messy—he looked dangerously relaxed.

Kou Yan glanced at the furious Yan Ye and smirked. “Dressing so sharp and proper… are you going out to seduce someone?”

“Kou Yan!” Yan Ye exploded.

Kou Yan chuckled. “President Yan, don’t get this floor dirty. I have a partnership to discuss with President Sang regarding international trade.”

The fire in Yan Ye died down into a smolder. His precarious position at his company and Kou Yan’s actual power forced him to regain his composure. He glared at them both and stormed out, vowing to find Wu Lingshan and make her “clear his name.”

Once he was gone, Kou Yan turned to Sang Jing and tilted his head with a grin. “President Sang, does my current ‘look’ satisfy you?”

Sang Jing met his eyes and instinctively looked away, taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart. “You look fine no matter what you wear, President Kou. I have no opinion.”

She began packing her things. “Since you’re here, let’s head to dinner and discuss that partnership.”