Lin Yanchen: 【She’s not capable of affecting my reputation anyway.】
After reading those two replies, Pei Qian decided to shut up.
Fine, fine.
What Yanchen said actually made some sense.
With Yanchen’s status and wealth, who would dare gossip behind his back?
After ending the chat with Pei Qian, Lin Yanchen opened Song Tang’s contact.
Her profile picture was new.
He tapped it open and enlarged it.
It was no longer that overly edited selfie with exaggerated makeup from before, but a bare faced photo instead.
Song Tang was wearing loungewear, her hair hanging loosely around her shoulders, her face completely clean and fresh.
She smiled faintly at the camera, her eyes curved softly.
It made people feel strangely comfortable.
What the hell was going on?
This was the first time Lin Yanchen had ever felt comfortable looking at Song Tang.
Then he opened her Moments.
The first post was the one Pei Qian had screenshotted.
Scrolling downward, the second post was still handbags.
The third, fourth, and fifth posts were all about selling handbags too.
She had actually posted five times in a row.
Was she trying to empty out her entire closet?
For the first time, Lin Yanchen could not understand Song Tang anymore.
With her personality, publicly selling bags on Moments was practically unbelievable.
Forget it. Too lazy to think about it. Whatever she wanted to do was her business.
Just as he exited Song Tang’s Moments, a girl suddenly sent him a WeChat message.
【Brother Yanchen, I heard Song Tang is selling bags. I want one of them, but I don’t have her WeChat. Could you send me her contact?】
Lin Yanchen closed the chat window, too lazy to reply.
So many people already had Song Tang’s WeChat. Why ask him?
From the moment Song Tang woke up that morning, she had not rested once.
Taking photos, editing pictures, posting on Moments, replying to messages, negotiating prices, arranging shipments.
By the end of the day, her phone had been charged three times, and her fingers were practically cramping from typing.
But the results were obvious.
By evening, most of the handbags in her closet had already been sold.
Now only a few ordinary styles remained, hanging lonely on the shelves.
Song Tang collapsed onto the sofa and opened her banking app to take a look.
Today’s deposits: 5,908,000.
Five million nine hundred and eight thousand in hand.
She stared at the number as the corners of her lips slowly lifted.
That was even more than she had expected.
Very good. Excellent, in fact.
She put down her phone, leaned back against the sofa, and closed her eyes with a long breath.
The reason everything sold so quickly today was because she truly understood handbags.
Before transmigrating into this novel, her life had been far wealthier than “Song Tang’s.”
The bags “Song Tang” owned, she owned too.
The bags “Song Tang” did not own, she still owned.
No one understood handbags better than she did.
Today, whether the people messaging her on WeChat genuinely wanted to buy or were simply there for entertainment, every single one of them ended up purchasing at least one bag before the conversation ended.
For some limited editions, she had even raised the prices.
Now she is one step closer to fifty million.
Song Tang rolled over and looked out the window.
The setting sun was sinking lower, dyeing the horizon orange red.
No rush. She would find a way eventually.
When Song Zhenkun returned home from work, he saw Song Tang leaning against the sofa.
“Tangtang.”
Song Tang raised her head and saw her father standing there changing shoes, his expression somewhat complicated.
She sat up and set her phone aside. “Dad, why are you home so early today?”
Recently, because of the company’s financial problems, Song Zhenkun had been coming home very late every day.
Song Zhenkun did not answer. He walked over and sat down opposite her.
Looking at her, he hesitated as if wanting to say something.
Song Tang blinked. “What’s wrong?”
“You…” Song Zhenkun paused. “You were selling bags on Moments today?”
Song Tang froze briefly, then laughed. “Dad saw it too?”
Song Zhenkun replied, “How could I not see your Moments?”
“I forgot.” Song Tang smiled lightly, her tone cheerful. “The bags are almost all sold already. Only a few ordinary ones are left. Altogether I made five million nine hundred thousand.”
Song Zhenkun was stunned.
He opened his mouth but could not speak for a long time.
So many bags, all sold within a single day.
He knew exactly how much his daughter loved handbags.
She used to buy new bags every month and post photos of them on Moments afterward.
Whenever she got a limited edition, she would even hug it while sleeping.
And now she was actually willing to sell them?
Song Zhenkun’s eyes suddenly reddened.
“Tangtang.” His voice became slightly hoarse.
Song Tang’s heart skipped a beat as she looked at him.
No way. Was he about to cry?
“Tangtang, you’ve really grown up.”
Song Zhenkun lowered his head and wiped his face with one hand. When he looked up again, his eyes were red, shimmering faintly with tears.
“It’s all because your father is useless that you had to sell all your bags.”
“When the new project starts making money, I’ll definitely let you buy every single one of them back. Not one less. We’ll buy them all back.”
Song Tang looked at his reddened eyes, and the words at the tip of her tongue were swallowed back down.
Fine then. Let Song Zhenkun continue being touched like this.
He truly cherished his daughter like a treasure in the palm of his hand.
If he ever found out his real daughter was already gone and the person standing here was an impostor, he would probably go mad.
With Song Zhenkun’s personality as an obsessed daughter loving father, he might actually tie her to an altar and try every possible method to summon the original owner back.
For the sake of her own survival, it was better to keep hiding the truth.
Sorry, Uncle Song.
Song Tang curved her lips into a well behaved smile.
“It’s okay, Dad.”
She reached out and patted Song Zhenkun’s shoulder.
“They’re just bags. We can always buy them again once we have money.”
Song Zhenkun nodded forcefully. “Definitely.”
Looking at him like this, Song Tang felt both a little sour and a little warm inside.
Remembering the important matter, she asked, “Dad, have you managed to gather any money on your side?”
Song Zhenkun’s movements paused briefly before he shook his head. “Not much.”
But he immediately put on a relaxed expression.
“It’s fine though. Dad will figure something out. Don’t worry.”
Song Tang looked at him without speaking.
Of course she would worry.
This was related to her future quality of life, okay?!
If the original plot remained unchanged, then Song Zhenkun definitely would not come up with a solution.
In the original novel, Song Zhenkun ended up bankrupt with nothing left, and his daughter eventually jumped into a river.
She would still have to think of a way herself.
Next, she needed to find out exactly how much breakup money Lin Yanchen planned to give.
“Tangtang?”
Song Zhenkun’s voice pulled her back to reality.
Song Tang snapped out of her thoughts and saw Song Zhenkun looking at her with concern.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing.” She smiled. “Dad, let’s eat. Auntie cooked your favorite dishes today.”
Song Zhenkun looked pleasantly surprised.
Normally, the dishes Auntie cooked were always Tangtang’s favorites.
But his tastes were different from Tangtang’s, and she had never paid attention to his preferences before.
Hearing this sentence now, Song Zhenkun’s heart practically melted.
His daughter had finally grown up.
He stood up, his face full of gratified smiles.
“Come on, let’s eat.”
At the Lin family’s old residence.
Pei Qing was leaning against the sofa resting when the phone beside her rang.
She picked it up and glanced at it.
Someone in a group chat had tagged her.
After opening the group chat, she saw it was a screenshot.
The screenshot showed a Moments post with a young girl’s profile picture and the caption:
【Selling several idle handbags, private message for prices. Interested buyers, hit me up.】
Below were pictures of handbags.
At first, Pei Qing paid it no attention. She did not understand young people’s Moments anyway. Limited editions, collector’s editions, to her they were all just bags.
She was about to exit when her gaze landed on the name in the screenshot.
Song Tang. The name looked somewhat familiar.
She looked through the message from the person who posted the screenshot:
【Madam Lin, isn’t this Yanchen’s girlfriend? Why is she suddenly selling bags?】
Only then did Pei Qing remember.
Song Tang, her son’s girlfriend.