After watching the butler and Song Zhenkun disappear around the staircase corner, Song Tang finally took a proper look at the villa’s interior.
This neighborhood belonged to one of the capital’s wealthy districts. Housing prices here were astronomical.
But Lin Yanchen did not live here.
Lin Yanchen lived in an area where money alone could not buy property.
Song Tang slowly walked upstairs and found the original owner’s bedroom.
The moment she pushed open the door, she froze.
She truly did not know what kind of aesthetic taste the original owner had.
Respectfully, she simply could not understand it.
An overwhelming sea of red filled her vision.
Not wine red, not brick red, but the brightest, most saturated, glaring scarlet imaginable.
Scarlet wallpaper. Scarlet bedsheets and blankets.
Scarlet curtains. Even the velvet cushion on the vanity chair was scarlet.
And the chandelier hanging from the ceiling was draped with a layer of red gauze, causing the light pouring down to cast the entire room into a bizarre atmosphere.
Slowly, her gaze shifted toward the bedside.
On the bedside table sat a vintage dressing mirror. The frame was carved with intricate patterns, and the mirror directly faced the bed.
A chill instantly crawled up Song Tang’s back.
She suddenly thought of bridal chambers from Chinese horror movies.
She genuinely did not dare step inside.
But she needed to shower and change clothes, so she had no choice.
Song Tang took a deep breath and reminded herself not to believe in superstitions.
Then, gathering her courage, she stretched out one foot and crossed the threshold.
The red carpet felt soft beneath her feet.
She hurried toward the walk in closet, not daring to look at the dressing mirror by the bed.
The closet door was white, looking completely out of place in this entirely red room.
Song Tang yanked it open and slipped inside.
Thankfully, the closet itself looked normal.
The lighting was warm white, the clothes were neatly arranged by color, handbags were lined up in rows, and shoes stood in orderly formation on the shelves.
Though overall, there was still a heavy preference for red.
Fluorescent red, glittering red, wine red, brick red.
After searching for quite a while, Song Tang finally found an ivory silk nightdress along with a complete set of white underwear.
She also dug out a clean set of towels from a drawer, then rushed out of the room at top speed.
The instant the door shut behind her, Song Tang let out a long breath of relief.
Tomorrow, every single thing in that room was getting replaced.
Carrying her pajamas, Song Tang headed toward the guest rooms.
This villa was enormous, with several guest rooms available.
She casually picked one and pushed the door open before immediately feeling reassured.
The guest room’s decor was far more normal.
Warm toned walls, beige curtains, and wooden furniture.
The bedsheets were light gray, clean and comfortable looking.
She will sleep here tonight.
Song Tang was awakened by birds chirping outside the window.
She opened her eyes and stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling for several seconds before finally remembering where she was.
Very good. It was now her second day after transmigrating into the novel.
There were fourteen days left before her breakup with Lin Yanchen.
She rolled over and grabbed the phone on the bedside table for a glance.
Eight thirty in the morning.
She got up, washed up, and changed clothes.
The silk nightdress from last night was wrinkled beyond recognition, so she casually tossed it onto the bed and pulled a normal set of loungewear from the closet.
Although the original owner’s fashion sense was difficult to describe, she at least possessed a few normal outfits, probably purchased by Song Zhenkun or the butler.
After tidying herself up, Song Tang opened the door and walked out.
The hallway was covered with thick carpeting, muffling her footsteps almost completely.
She followed the stairs downward, planning to find something to eat in the kitchen. But as she passed the corner on the second floor, her steps abruptly halted.
Voices were coming from around the corner.
It was Song Zhenkun.
“President Qin, could you possibly give me another month?”
Song Tang stopped and listened carefully.
Song Zhenkun’s voice was lowered, as though he feared being overheard.
But the hallway was too quiet, and every word reached Song Tang’s ears clearly.
“I’ll definitely transfer the payment after one month. Yes, I know, I know it’s already overdue for a long time.”
“But recently we truly haven’t received payment on our end. President Qin, I’m really sorry.”
The other side fell silent for a moment, probably because the other party was speaking.
“Alright then.” Song Zhenkun’s voice sank lower, carrying a trace of exhaustion difficult to notice.
“Then half a month. After half a month, I’ll definitely find a way to gather the money. Thank you for your understanding, President Qin.”
The call ended.
Song Tang heard Song Zhenkun sigh softly before his footsteps gradually faded away.
So that was it.
The Song family’s financial chain had already started becoming strained at this point.
The original novel had only mentioned that the Song family later went bankrupt and that Song Zhenkun’s business failed, but it never explained exactly when the problems began.
Song Tang had always assumed it happened after the breakup. Now it seemed the trouble had started much earlier.
Right now, they were already delaying payment for goods, the cash flow was tight, and the other side was only willing to extend the deadline by half a month.
She opened the original owner’s phone and logged into the banking app using facial recognition.
Account balance: 103,600.00
One hundred thousand?
Song Tang blinked, thinking she had missed a zero.
She counted again. It really was only one hundred thousand.
That hardly matched the title of a nouveau riche daughter.
Song Tang opened the transaction history and scrolled upward.
Good grief, Song Zhenkun had transferred one million to the original owner just ten days ago.
But the original owner had spent it all within only a few days.
Every transaction was POS spending.
XX Luxury Flagship Store, 70,000
XX Restaurant, 22,300
XX Boutique Store, 105,000
XX Luxury Flagship Store, 99,000
XX Bar, 200,000
…
Line after line filled the screen densely.
Nine hundred thousand, completely spent clean within only a few days.
A scene suddenly surfaced in Song Tang’s mind.
It was one of the original “Song Tang’s” memories.
In the dimly lit VIP section of a bar, the original owner wore a newly purchased limited edition dress.
A crowd of men and women surrounded her.
“Sister Tang, that dress is brand new, right? It’s gorgeous!”
“Sister Tang looks so pretty today!”
Amid the cheering, the original owner lifted her chin proudly and waved her hand grandly.
“Order whatever you want. Tonight’s on me!”
Another round of cheers erupted from the booth.
When the bill arrived, she pulled out her phone without even blinking.
Two hundred thousand? Small change.
There were countless scenes like this, and she even bought several Hermès bags at once just to give them away.
Song Tang snapped back to reality and let out a long breath.
She feared she might actually die from anger.
Was the original owner an idiot?
Among all those people surrounding her, how many had genuinely cared about her?
They flattered her, coaxed her, and treated her like a gullible fool.
She remembered the original owner’s ending.
Moving into the slums, then jumping into a river to die.
Had any of those people who once surrounded her ever visited her afterward? Ever helped her?
Definitely not.
When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. When the wall collapses, everyone pushes it over.
Song Tang pressed a hand against her forehead and sighed.
Now the original owner did not even have any money left.
If they failed to gather the payment in half a month, problems would definitely arise within the supply chain.
She needed to think of a solution.
Song Tang walked into the first floor dining room and saw Song Zhenkun sitting at the table eating breakfast.
Seeing her approach, Song Zhenkun looked shocked.
“Tangtang, why are you awake so early today?”
Song Tang paused briefly before remembering that the original owner normally slept until noon before waking up for lunch.
Maintaining a natural expression, she smiled and said, “I went to bed early last night, so naturally I woke up early today.”
“Good. Keep it up.” Song Zhenkun looked very pleased. “Young people should pay attention to their health too.”
“Mhm.” Song Tang nodded as she sat down.
She picked up a piece of bread and began eating.
After finishing, she proactively asked, “Dad, how much does our family still owe the Qin family for goods payments?”