Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man Chapter 1211 – Chapter 1211: Chapter 1211: What’s Wrong With Me?

Chapter 1211: Chapter 1211: What’s Wrong With Me?

But this time, everyone refused.

In the end, there was someone who, out of consideration for Song Jinyan’s face, vaguely reminded her that she had offended someone.

When Song Zishan pressed to know who she had offended, the person replied coldly, “You don’t know who you’ve offended? Are you really Song Jinyan’s sister? Ridiculous.” Then they hung up the phone without hesitation.

The last word, ‘ridiculous’, lingered in Song Zishan’s ears like a curse, echoing endlessly. All she could hear were those two mocking syllables, along with the disappointment, indifference, and estrangement contained in that sentence.

Song Zishan knew that this person, the only one who had warned her, would never deal with her again or offer any help.

She had lost face for the Song family; she was unworthy of being a Song.

She couldn’t measure up to Big Brother, not even qualified to be his sister.

The Song family had no place for someone like her.

Song Zishan abruptly stood up and flung the phone violently, shattering it into pieces. This was not enough; filled with rage, hate, and anger, she needed to vent, wanting to destroy everything she saw.

Song Zishan, like a madwoman, trashed the originally well-decorated, clean, and tidy office into a complete mess, as if a typhoon had swept through, leaving chaos everywhere. It was unrecognizable from its initial state.

“Why do they look down on me? Why?”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“I am the Song family’s little princess.”

“I haven’t done anything wrong, I haven’t.”

With each shout, Song Zishan smashed something, until exhausted, she finally stopped, sitting on the sofa with a ferocious expression, gasping for breath. It took her a long time to calm down. She hadn’t even begun to seek help when suddenly the noise of uproar rose from outside.

Song Zishan walked out to see people in uniforms delivering subpoenas, followed by others who came to inspect qualifications.

From noon till night, Ai Shang magazine faced wave after wave of people, along with those whom Song Zishan had offended after her ascent to power, all of whom came knocking. Including those she had dismissed without reason, who turned out to be the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

The next day, Ai Shang magazine officially went bankrupt, compensating everyone’s losses and the severance of its employees.

The news of Ai Shang magazine’s collapse spread like a whirlwind, an event that confirmed the untouchable status of the Su family within the industry. It also indirectly made the Su family even more famous, while shrouding it in a layer of mystique, sparking many unspeakable rumors.

The Su family was already engaged in high-end business, targeting upper-middle-class clientele with status. The ordinary person might not be aware of the magazine’s demise, but those with connections heard the whispers, to a greater or lesser extent.

First was the presumption that Song Zishan had been too showy and flamboyant when she took charge. The more flamboyant she was at the start, the more mysterious and powerful the Su family seemed now that it fell.

Second was the astonishment at the speed of the collapse; a business booming with promise had vanished in a mere two days.

How could such swift and thunderous tactics not instill fear?

As a result, the Su family’s business once again broke sales records.

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Capital—

Inside a Sichuan and Chongqing snack restaurant, a tall and upright young man entered. Upon arrival, he took off his scarf and mask, revealing a handsome, fair face that, met with the gaze of the hall’s diners, was complemented by a smile and two slight dimples, making his expression all the more charming.

The diners in the hall almost had their eyes popping out.

Someone murmured, wondering where they had seen this man before but couldn’t quite remember.

“Over here.” Lu Jianan beckoned to Xu Junfeng from a window-side table for four.