After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chapter 18: Cold Moonlight on the Thorny Road
Sang Shuwan narrowed her eyes slightly, a resolute arc appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she said softly: "Ci Mu, I have made up my mind. How can I pretend that the pain and humiliation in the past never happened. I will make those who have hurt me pay a heavy price for their actions." Her voice was not loud, but it revealed unquestionable firmness.

Jiang Cimu sighed softly, stretched out his hand and gently held her shoulders: "Wanwan, I know that the hatred in your heart is hard to dissipate. But you must know that after returning home, you will face powerful and cunning opponents. They are in the dark and may launch a fatal attack on you at any time. I am just afraid that you will be hurt and that I can no longer protect you."

Sang Shuwan turned her head and looked at Jiang Cimu, with a touch of emotion in her eyes: "Cimu, you have done enough for me. This is the path I must take, even if it is full of thorns, I will never back down. I am no longer the weak woman who could only cry. The experiences in Country M over the years have taught me to be strong, how to survive in difficult situations, and how to deal with enemies."

Jiang Ci Mu stared at her and nodded slowly: "In that case, I will accompany you to complete this revenge. No matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, I will not let you face them alone." Sang Shuwan felt warm in her heart and was about to speak when suddenly, a breeze blew by, and the green plants on the balcony rustled, as if whispering for the unknown journey they were about to embark on.

Sang Shuwan stepped into the office that Jiang Cimu had carefully decorated. The air was filled with the unique scent of paper and ink. She walked straight to the large desk, where the piles of documents seemed like a fortress waiting for her to conquer.

She sat down gently, her eyes instantly becoming focused and sharp, her slender fingers skilfully flipping through the documents. These documents detailed the business layout, personal connections, and past misdeeds of those who had a blood feud with her. Sang Shuwan sometimes frowned and drew circles on the complex equity structure diagram; sometimes her eyes lit up, as if she had discovered the opponent's fatal weakness.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the blinds onto her, forming streaks of light and shadow, but it did not disturb her thoughts at all. She was completely immersed in the world of information, constantly conceiving of a plan of revenge in her mind, like a calm general carefully planning a strategy before a battle, every detail could not be missed, and every step was related to the final victory or defeat.

Sang Shuwan sat in front of the computer with cold eyes, fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard, and whispered into the headset: "According to the plan, the complaints about product quality issues should be written more seriously, emphasizing the harm to consumers. Also, the revelations about their chaotic corporate management should be spread to major business forums."

After a moment, she heard the head of the navy reply: "Miss Sang, this is already a big commotion. If it continues like this, the company will be seriously damaged." Sang Shuwan sneered: "This is the effect I want. Just do your job, and you will get paid. I want to let the heir know that he will not be safe in that position. I will settle accounts bit by bit for what he did to me and the people I care about."

After saying that, she hung up the call and continued to stare at the rising data on the screen. She said to herself, "This is just the beginning. None of those people in the family will be able to escape."

The posts published by the Internet trolls caused an uproar on the Internet: "[Family company name] is an unscrupulous businessman who sells inferior products as good ones. Everyone, please keep your eyes open!" "The management of the family business is a farce. The top management has absolute power and the employees are miserable!" The posts were fierce and highly inflammatory.

In the company, the marketing manager shouted anxiously on the phone: "Mr. Wang, please don't rush to terminate the cooperation. We can definitely solve this crisis. Those are just rumors!" In the public relations department's meeting room, someone suggested: "Let's write a sincere apology letter first. No matter what, we can calm the public sentiment first." But someone immediately retorted: "No, we did nothing wrong. This is a malicious attack. Apologizing will only make us more passive." The head of the technical department muttered while directing his subordinates to investigate: "The source of this attack is too hidden. It must be well prepared."

In the family meeting room, family members were arguing. "I think we should give some money to the people behind the water army and ask them to stop, otherwise the company will be finished." Someone responded disdainfully: "You are a coward, we will sue them for defamation and make them pay the price!" The financial director looked at the report and sighed: "No matter which plan we choose, our funds will not last long, what should we do?"

In a dimly lit room in another corner of the city, Sang Shuwan sat in front of the computer, watching the chaos of the family company on the screen, her mouth slowly raised, revealing a satisfied smile. She whispered to herself: "This is just the beginning. I will let you taste the pain you have inflicted on me."

Sang Shuwan gently put down the coffee cup in her hand. The liquid in the cup swayed slightly, reflecting the cold light flashing in her eyes. She tidied the hair by her ears, stood up and went to the agreed place.

In the quiet box, a man in a dark suit was sitting at the table. Seeing Sang Shuwan coming in, he nodded slightly. After Sang Shuwan sat down, the man's low voice slowly sounded: "Miss Sang, this water army operation is just a small test. I have more ruthless means to make you completely destroy that company."

Sang Shuwan raised his eyebrows slightly, with a trace of scrutiny in his eyes: "Oh? What's your plan? I want to hear if it's really feasible." The man leaned forward and said confidently: "The core technology research and development department of their family business has always been their lifeblood. I can arrange for people to infiltrate and tamper with the data, so that their research and development will be paralyzed and new products cannot be launched. At that time, their market share will be greatly lost. And then with some financial means, I can suppress them in the stock market and completely break their capital chain." Sang Shuwan was silent for a moment, tapping the table with his fingers: "What do you want to get from me by doing this? There is no free thing in the world. Lunch." The man smiled, revealing a hint of cunning: "Miss Sang is really smart. I just want to get a portion of the high-quality assets after their company collapses, and of course, some preferential conditions for future business cooperation with Miss Sang." Sang Shuwan stared at him and said slowly: "As long as you can really do what you said, these conditions are not a problem. But if you have any second thoughts or your plan fails, don't blame me for being rude." The man nodded quickly: "Miss Sang, don't worry, I will do my best." At this time, the atmosphere in the box was solemn and full of conspiracy, as if a bigger storm was about to rage over the family business.

Two days later, the glaring sunlight could not dispel the haze in Sang Shuwan's heart. She was walking on the bustling street, when suddenly, a familiar and desolate figure came into her sight. It was her former brother, who used to be dressed in a suit and full of vigor, but now he had messy hair, a wrinkled shirt tucked into his loose trousers, and a blank and confused look in his eyes.

He walked with staggering steps, and pedestrians hurried by and occasionally cast strange glances at him, but he seemed to be completely oblivious. Sang Shuwan stood there quietly, watching him stop by the trash can on the street and search for something that might be valuable. She felt mixed emotions. The condescending attitude of her cousin at family gatherings in the past, his contempt and ridicule for her, seemed to still echo in her ears, but at this moment, he was so embarrassed.

Sang Shuwan bit her lower lip and clenched her hands unconsciously. She thought she would be happy when she saw this moment, but when she really faced it, she was entangled in a complex emotion. There was the pleasure of revenge, yes, but there was also a trace of sadness for the decline of her family. After all, that was where she grew up and had her childhood memories, although most of those memories were bitter.

Sang Shuwan raised a cold arc at the corner of her mouth, and walked straight towards her brother with a confident and arrogant step. She deliberately raised her chin, her eyes full of disdain and contempt, and stopped a few steps away from her brother.

"Oh, isn't this the young master of the Sang family? How did he become like this now? It's really shocking." Sang Shuwan's voice was crisp but chilling, and every word was like a sharp sword.

My brother was stunned at first, then his eyes widened in anger, "Who are you? Why are you mocking me here!"

Sang Shuwan laughed sharply, "Brother, you are a forgetful person, but it's no wonder. A guy like you who only knew how to bully others would never remember a nobody like me. Do you still remember Sang Shuwan, the Sang Shuwan who was ruthlessly abandoned and trampled upon by your family? She was the one who caused your family to go bankrupt. Do you believe it? I am her."

The elder brother's face was filled with anger, and veins popped out on his forehead. "You are talking nonsense! Sang Shuwan has long been dead. You are an ignorant woman, stop pretending to be someone else!"

Sang Shuwan took a step forward and said, "Brother, you are still so stupid and irritable. Do you think I will just disappear quietly like this? I came back just to see the family fall apart, and now, my goal has been achieved."

The brother was so angry that he was shaking all over. He wanted to reach out and grab Sang Shuwan, but she dodged him easily. "You vicious woman, even if you are not Sang Shuwan, you will not have a good ending!"

Sang Shuwan looked at her brother's angry but helpless expression, and the fire of revenge in her heart burned even more vigorously. She turned and left, leaving her brother roaring angrily, while her figure, reflected by the sun, seemed to carry a resolute and cold aura, gradually moving away.

She took a deep breath and turned slowly, knowing that she had bid farewell to her past family once and for all, and that she would move towards an unknown future with a new mission and determination. The desolate figure behind her gradually blurred in the hustle and bustle of the city.

(End of this chapter)