Transmigrating As a Poor Fake Heiress with Trillions in Family Asset - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

After greeting Madam Yan, An Siyuan remained mostly silent. She did this to maintain her image as an introverted, refined young lady, but also because she hadn’t yet mastered the social etiquette of the elite—she feared that speaking too much would reveal her true background.

After Madam An and Madam Yan chatted for a while longer, Madam An finally turned her attention to her daughter.

“Why have you come to see me now? Is something wrong?”

An Siyuan’s face flushed slightly with a hint of shyness, yet her demeanor remained poised enough that one wouldn’t easily guess she had grown up in a slum.

“Mother, I have an uncharitable request.”

Madam An nodded, signaling her to continue.

“I want to trouble Mother to find jobs for my foster parents. They don’t need to be high-level positions; they don’t have the education or experience for technical work. I just want them to have a stable income.”

She blushed again, looking embarrassed. “I know this is a bother, but they raised me for so long. I want to compensate them and ensure they have security.” She bit her lower lip. “I know it’s a bit much to ask, but I feel so uneasy knowing they have no fixed place to live.”

Before Madam An could respond, Madam Yan spoke up, her fondness for the girl growing. “I heard from your mother that you were a kind child, and it’s true. You clearly remember the debt of gratitude you owe them, don’t you?”

An Siyuan nodded. “I know they have many flaws, but they raised me. I can’t be at peace until I know they are taken care of. Consider this my way of repaying them.”

Madam An sighed. “You are just too kind. That’s why your father and I told you not to have too much contact with them—everyone knows what kind of people they are. Don’t worry about the jobs; I will arrange it.”

An Siyuan smiled softly. “Thank you, Mother.”

When Madam Yan left, her impression of An Siyuan had reached a new high. Despite her upbringing, the girl was almost impeccable. Compared to the old, arrogant Sang Jing, she much preferred this pure and kind version of An Siyuan.

Siyuan was also happy. She hoped that working at the An Group would make her foster parents proud. However, she secretly hoped they wouldn’t pamper Sang Jing too much—a “fallen socialite” like her would surely drain whatever money they earned.

…

Upon returning home, Madam Yan recounted the day’s events to her son, Yan Ye. “Siyuan is much better than that previous girl. You should meet her. Stop complaining about her before you’ve even seen her. Honestly, I think the current Sang Jing doesn’t hold a candle to her.”

Yan Ye and the original Sang Jing were childhood sweethearts. He knew his mother disliked her, but he couldn’t let go of her even now that she was no longer a wealthy heiress. To him, Sang Jing was his “White Moonlight”—his purest, most irreplaceable love.

Ignoring the praise for An Siyuan, he focused on the news of Sang Jing’s current state. She had left the An family with nothing and hadn’t reached out to him. Was she truly homeless? He immediately sent someone to track her down.

…

Meanwhile, Sang Jing couldn’t care less about what the “leads” were thinking. She was entirely focused on the system’s new function: Dialogue with Goods.

Since the plot had only deviated by 1%, the function was limited. She couldn’t have complex conversations yet; she could only ask simple questions. In her previous life, her father’s e-commerce app had been plagued by counterfeits. One fake item could ruin the reputation of an entire platform. Now, that problem was solved.

The system didn’t even require her to hold the item. It linked directly to the app’s database.

At that moment, twenty kilometers away in a cafe, one of Sang Jing’s procurement officers was meeting with a wealthy socialite.

The socialite, dripping in luxury brands, sipped her coffee. “I heard from my friend Wen Qin that your company has a new app. I used to be friends with your VP, Sang Jing. Since she’s starting a business in such a risky industry, I want to support her as a friend.”

She produced a set of high-end skincare products. “This is our company’s new line, ‘Jiaofu.’ It’s very expensive, but I’m offering it to support her. Don’t tell her it was me—I don’t want her to feel burdened.”

The employee was impressed. He thought Sang Jing was amazing for maintaining such loyal connections. Moreover, the commission on this massive order would be all his! He didn’t doubt the quality for a second, given the brand’s reputation. He happily signed a contract for a 30-million-yuan deposit—the maximum his authority allowed.

As soon as he left, the socialite’s smile turned into a sneer. A man approached and kissed her. “Great job, babe. That was easy.”

The woman scoffed. “Sang Jing is a fool; her employees are no better. If she were smart, she would have clung to the An family instead of trying to play entrepreneur.”

The man laughed. “I don’t know who was blind enough to invest in her, but we just made a killing.”

The woman sighed at her boyfriend. “This is all for you. You used your position at my family’s factory to cut corners and produce this batch of substandard junk. Thankfully, we sold it to Sang Jing. If my father found out, he’d kill you.”

“I did it for us!” the man whispered. “And it’s safer selling through Sang Jing. Even if they don’t sell, she’s legally bound to buy them back. Once the goods leave our warehouse, we won’t admit to anything.”

They were certain Sang Jing—the “love-brain” who was as dim-witted as she was arrogant—would never catch on.

…

The next day, during a meeting with the PR department, a notification pinged in Sang Jing’s mind. The transparent screen flickered to life.

[System Note: A newly inventoried item has something to say to you.]

Jiaofu Skincare Set: (Sobbing) I’ve been watered down! I’m dirty! I’m useless! I’m a fake!

Because the system was still low-level, the translated text appearing before Sang Jing was simply:

[Jiaofu Skincare: Counterfeit/Watered-down.]

Sang Jing’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint appearing in her gaze. A set worth nearly 3,000 yuan was a fake?

She tapped her fingers on the desk. She asked Zuo Wei to pull the file on the Jiaofu company while she formulated a plan. What should a law-abiding citizen do when encountering fakes? Call the Consumer Rights Bureau, the Bureau of Industry and Commerce, and quality control.

But she wouldn’t stop there. She would call the reporters. Using a counterfeit scandal to generate hype for her app’s launch was too good an opportunity to pass up. It would also punish those who dared to dump trash at her doorstep.

She summoned Zhang Ling, the procurement head.

“President Sang, do you have a new list of suppliers for me?” Zhang Ling asked.

“Not yet,” Sang Jing said calmly. “I called you about the Jiaofu Skincare order. According to my sources, there’s a problem with this batch. They are dumping defective goods on us.”

Zhang Ling’s expression stiffened. She was deeply impressed by Sang Jing’s attention to detail. “I understand. I’ll handle it immediately.”

“Wait,” Sang Jing added. “Go to the PR department. Report the company officially, then leak the news. Let’s use this to generate some ‘pre-heat’ publicity for our app.”

Zhang Ling’s eyes lit up. This wasn’t just solving a problem; it was turning a disadvantage into a marketing victory!