Song Zhenkun froze. “You heard that?”
Song Tang nodded. “Yeah.”
“It’s not much.” Song Zhenkun waved his hand dismissively. “You don’t need to worry about the company. Just enjoy yourself and go out having fun.”
Song Tang persisted. “Dad, I’m part of this family too. Why won’t you tell me about the company’s situation?”
“I want to help share the burden for the family too.”
Song Zhenkun looked at his daughter in surprise. “Whenever I used to bring up company matters before, you never wanted to listen.”
Panic flashed through Song Tang’s heart, and she quickly forced out an explanation. “Dad, I’ve grown up now. I don’t want to be a useless person anymore.”
“Good. Tangtang has become sensible.” Song Zhenkun felt deeply gratified and finally explained the matter regarding the payment for goods.
“The company owes the Qin family fifty million in goods payments, and it’s already overdue by half a year. If we still don’t pay, the Qin family won’t continue supplying us anymore.”
Song Tang immediately followed up. “What about the company’s funds?”
“They’ve all been invested into another project.”
At the mention of this, Song Zhenkun’s eyes brightened.
“That project is guaranteed profit with zero loss. Once the project is completed and payments are settled, the company’s finances will loosen up again.”
“It’s just that right now…”
Song Zhenkun’s eyes dimmed once more. “Right now, we need to survive this hurdle with President Qin first.”
Song Tang continued asking, “Will you have the money to pay President Qin in half a month?”
Song Zhenkun gently shook his head. “I don’t know yet. I’ll think of another way.”
Song Tang fell silent.
Half a month later happened to be exactly when she and Lin Yanchen would break up.
After that, the Song family’s situation worsened day by day.
Until they completely collapsed.
Clearly, Song Zhenkun had never managed to find a way to pay President Qin’s goods payment.
And that “guaranteed profit” project had most likely failed too.
How could there ever be a business project guaranteed to make profit without loss? There were only varying levels of risk.
There had to be something wrong here.
Still, she first needed to settle this fifty million payment issue.
Taking out the original owner’s remaining hundred thousand, there would still be forty nine million nine hundred thousand left.
Haha, what a bitter joke.
After breakfast, Song Tang had the butler arrange for people to completely replace the furnishings in her room, temporarily changing it to match the guest room style.
The family was short on money now, so there was no need for elaborate decoration.
The butler worked quickly, and her room was soon transformed into a copy of the guest room.
Only then did Song Tang enter and head into the walk in closet to sort through all the original owner’s handbags.
The original owner at least had one good habit, she liked buying limited editions.
Very good. After doing some calculations…
These handbags could probably sell for around five million.
Provided she did not sell them to second hand dealers and sold them one by one herself.
It’s okay, it’s okay. What’s a little hardship for the sake of a beautiful future?
After selling all these bags, she would still be short forty four million nine hundred thousand.
Good heavens, what a hopelessly distant amount.
It’s okay, it’s okay. She would definitely think of a way.
Song Tang took out her phone and opened WeChat.
The moment she saw the profile picture was a glamorous ghost style selfie of the original owner wearing a glittering red dress, she was so startled that she hurriedly opened the photo album to see whether there were any other decent pictures.
After scrolling through more than half the gallery, every single photo was the same dramatic ghost style selfie.
Forget it. She would just take a new one herself.
Song Tang raised her phone toward her makeup free face and snapped a photo.
Her skin was good, her features delicate, and even bare faced she looked beautiful.
Then she set this freshly taken selfie as her new WeChat profile picture.
After changing it, she began photographing the handbags one by one and posting them onto her WeChat Moments.
The original owner had added many daughters of nouveau riche families similar to herself on WeChat.
These limited edition handbags, which were hard to obtain even with money, were best sold to them.
Sure enough, not long after the post went up, people already started messaging her privately asking for prices.
Returning to the chat section, she noticed a pinned contact labeled Husband.
Opening it, she discovered it was indeed that guy Lin Yanchen.
The original owner really was…
The last conversation between them was one week ago. After that, the entire chat history consisted solely of the original owner’s long messages.
That’s right, extremely long messages.
Every single one overflowing with her affection for Lin Yanchen.
Other than those essays, there were also the original owner’s daily life updates.
Lin Yanchen had never replied to any of them.
Scrolling further back beyond a week ago, she occasionally found one or two brief replies from Lin Yanchen.
But whenever Lin Yanchen replied with one sentence, the original owner would respond with ten.
If Lin Yanchen failed to reply promptly, the original owner would repeatedly ask why he was ignoring her and why he was not responding.
She even spammed him with ten missed voice calls.
No wonder Lin Yanchen eventually stopped replying altogether.
Song Tang sighed and changed the contact name from Husband back to Lin Yanchen’s real name before unpinning the chat.
After finishing that, she suddenly remembered something.
At the time of the breakup, Lin Yanchen would give her a large breakup settlement.
But exactly how large was “large”?
The original novel had never specified.
She could only find an opportunity later to ask around.
If Song Zhenkun truly failed to gather the fifty million payment, then she would have no choice but to give him the breakup money.
Thankfully, it would happen in half a month, exactly when they broke up.
The timing worked perfectly.
After planning all this out, Song Tang focused wholeheartedly on selling bags.
The moment Song Tang posted her bag selling post on Moments, Pei Qian saw it.
The caption read:
【Selling several idle handbags, private message for prices. Interested buyers, hit me up.】
The photos showed entire cabinets filled with luxury handbags in high definition live shots.
He took a screenshot of the post and sent it to Lin Yanchen.
Pei Qian: 【Why is Song Tang suddenly selling bags?】
Pei Qian: 【Has the Song family run out of money?】
The other side did not reply.
After waiting several seconds, Pei Qian sent another message.
Pei Qian: 【Song Tang is still your girlfriend in name at least. You seriously don’t give her any spending money?】
Pei Qian: 【Everyone in the circle knows Song Tang is your girlfriend. Her openly selling bags like this isn’t embarrassing for you?】
This time, the other side finally replied.
Lin Yanchen: 【?】
Just a single question mark.
Pei Qian immediately began typing furiously.
Pei Qian: 【Look for yourself. It’s on her Moments. She’s selling bags. The limited edition ones too.】
Pei Qian: 【She’s still your girlfriend after all. If she’s willing to sell even limited editions, once word spreads everyone’s going to say you, Lin Yanchen, are stingy in relationships and don’t give your girlfriend money to spend.】
Only then did Lin Yanchen open the screenshot Pei Qian had sent. His gaze landed on the profile picture and caption.
Song Tang was selling bags?
He raised an eyebrow slightly.
With Song Tang’s personality, why would she sell bags?
She was not that type of person.
She cared about appearances, loved showing off, and enjoyed being admired by others.
Those limited edition bags were the tools she used to maintain her image within social circles. She used to wish she could carry them out every day for everyone to see, so how could she possibly sell them?
What had happened?
Lin Yanchen did not continue thinking about it.
He had no interest in matters related to Song Tang.
Lowering his eyes, he typed several words onto the screen.
Lin Yanchen: 【She can do whatever she wants.】
Lin Yanchen: 【I really haven’t given her money, but I already prepared a breakup settlement.】
Lin Yanchen: 【What’s embarrassing about selling bags? If she doesn’t want them anymore, then selling them is normal. What’s wrong with that?】
Pei Qian stared blankly at the three replies on his screen after receiving them.
That was true.
There really was nothing embarrassing about selling bags. They were her own bags. If she no longer wanted to carry them, selling them for money was perfectly normal.
But when it came to Song Tang, the whole thing still felt strange.
Unable to resist, he sent another message.
Pei Qian: 【There’s nothing wrong with it.】
Pei Qian: 【But she’s publicly selling bags on Moments while carrying the identity of the Lin family’s crown prince’s girlfriend. Doesn’t that hurt your image a little?】
Lin Yanchen looked at Pei Qian’s words without any change in expression.
Lin Yanchen: 【I don’t care.】