After I died, they cried in the live studio

At this time, a drizzle began to fall from the sky, and the raindrops hit them, but they seemed not to feel it. The former chairman of the Sang family's shoulders trembled slightly, and his hands hung weakly on both sides, palms facing up, as if questioning why God had let them fall into such a situation. His eyes were full of despair and unwillingness, his lips were tightly closed, his brows were furrowed, and the wrinkles on his face deepened. "We have hands and feet, but how did it become like this?" He murmured to himself, his voice so low that it was almost covered by the wind.

The people around him listened, some bowed their heads in silence, while others sighed. They looked at the two pairs of shoes with longing in their eyes, but when they thought of their current situation, they revealed deep helplessness and inferiority. The drizzle gradually became heavier, and the raindrops hit the ground, splashing water and soaking their shoes and trouser legs. But they still stood there, motionless, as if nailed to the ground, immersed in the memory of the past and the confusion of the future, not knowing how to take the next step, and could only let the rain wash away their desolation and sadness.

Under the gloomy sky, heavy clouds hang low, as if choking the entire city. The wind whistles through the narrow streets, bringing with it a biting cold, like a knife cutting through the skin. The shops on both sides of the street are deserted, and the window glass is filled with cold air. The few dim street lights sway in the wind, emitting a faint light. Occasionally, a few pedestrians hurried by, tightly wrapped in heavy coats or scarves, with quick steps, heads down, eyes avoiding the biting cold wind, as if they want to cross this cold and empty area as quickly as possible. The road is covered with wet fallen leaves, which keep fluttering in the wind, making a rustling sound.

Sang Jiuyue's mother stood on the street. Her voice was particularly sharp because she deliberately raised it. It echoed in the empty street and instantly attracted the attention of the few pedestrians around. Those passers-by who were originally in a hurry seemed to be pulled by an invisible force. They stopped, turned their heads, and looked over here curiously. Soon, a small circle of people gathered around, their eyes full of curiosity and gossip, and they talked among themselves.

"Hey, isn't this the Sang Family Group that was punished by Sang Shuwan?" Someone in the crowd suddenly said this, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up ripples. "That's right, I heard they were so prosperous before, how come they are so destitute now? These people used to live a life of luxury, but now they can't do anything and can only become beggars." Another person echoed, with a hint of gloating in his words. Everyone was talking, pointing fingers at the Sang Family, and those fingers were like sharp swords, piercing the self-esteem of the Sang Family.

Sang Jiuyue's mother looked at the scene in front of her, with a hint of imperceptible pride in her eyes, but she soon changed into a look of grief, sighed deeply, and said: "Hey, in fact, we didn't come here today to embarrass you. We all live in the same city, we see each other every day, and we used to be friends. Although the Sang family is now in decline, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. As long as someone gives them a hand, they may be able to stand up again." She paused slightly, her eyes swept across the crowd around her, as if observing everyone's reactions, and then said: "That little bitch Sang Shuwan, after all, you, the chairman, are her biological father. How can she be so disrespectful to her parents? We really can't stand it."

The chairman of the Sang family stood there, his body hunched, his hair flying in the wind, his eyes full of shame and helplessness. Hearing what Sang Jiuyue's mother said, his lips trembled slightly. He wanted to say something, but the bitterness in his heart choked his throat. In the end, he just looked at Sang Jiuyue and her mother with gratitude. His eyes were full of complex emotions, with regret for past mistakes, gratitude for the "help" now, and more of sadness and helplessness for his current situation.

Seeing the chairman's reaction, Sang Jiuyue's mother raised her lips slightly, revealing an imperceptible satisfied smile. She waved her hand gently and said, "Come on, let's go. The world is difficult now, and we are the only ones who are willing to take you in because of our old friendship." As she said that, she turned and walked towards a car parked on the side of the road. The people of the Sang Family Group looked at each other, their eyes full of hesitation and struggle, but in the end, in this cold street and under the pointing of the crowd, they still silently followed Sang Jiuyue's mother and walked towards the car.

The car door slowly opened, and the Sang family members got in one by one. The car started slowly, raising a cloud of dust, and gradually disappeared at the end of the street, leaving only the group of passers-by who were still talking. Their voices gradually drifted away in the wind, and the fate of the Sang family was quietly pulled towards another unknown direction with the help of this seemingly "kind" person.

The air in the car seemed to have frozen, and it was so stuffy that it was hard to breathe. Sang Jiuyue straightened her back and sat upright on the soft seat, her eyes sharp and calculating, like a cheetah waiting for its prey to take the bait. She gently lifted the hair beside her ear, raised her chin slightly, and stared directly at the chairman of the Sang Family Group. She said slowly in a gentle but unquestionable tone: "Father, look at how embarrassed you are now. Sang Shuwan, that cruel woman, actually abandoned you so ruthlessly. In this vast world, the only one you can really rely on is me, your daughter who loves you wholeheartedly." Her voice echoed in the silent car, and every word was like a carefully laid out chess piece, landing steadily in the position she wanted.

The chairman of the Sangjia Group sat slumped aside, his face was haggard, wrinkles were deeply engraved on his face like ravines, and his hair became gray and messy, as if telling the hardships he had suffered in the past few days. Hearing Sang Jiuyue's words, a hint of subtle surprise flashed in his eyes, and then was replaced by deep resentment and helplessness. His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the past. During the days when he was with Sang Shuwan, conflicts and quarrels were commonplace. Every conflict seemed to cut a knife in their already fragile father-daughter relationship. As time went by, the family affection that was once thicker than blood gradually disappeared in the struggle for power, the entanglement of interests and the trivialities of life. Now, all that was left was a heart full of resentment and cold alienation. He sighed deeply, and the sigh was full of regret for the past and confusion about the future, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of his soul. After a long time, he seemed to have finally made up his mind. He raised his head, his eyes revealing a determination to burn his boats. He stared at Sang Jiuyue and said firmly: "Forget it, I have completely seen through her. From today on, you are my only daughter. I, Sang, solemnly declare that I will sever the father-daughter relationship with Sang Shuwan. From now on, we will have nothing to do with each other!" His voice was low and hoarse, but with an unquestionable determination. It echoed for a long time in this narrow carriage, as if it was the final verdict on the father-daughter relationship in the past.

"Father, I'm so relieved and touched that you can make such a decision." A gleam of pride flashed quickly in Sang Jiuyue's eyes, but she quickly concealed it skillfully, and replaced it with a gentle, considerate, filial and well-behaved look. She leaned forward slightly, held the chairman's hand, and said softly: "Over the years, the Sang family has suffered such a major change, and what about Sang Shuwan? Not only did she not feel the slightest guilt or regret, but she watched us step by step fall into this dire straits. In fact, all these disasters were carefully planned and deliberate by her. In order to satisfy her narrow desire for revenge, she completely disregarded the rise and fall of the family, the honor and disgrace of the family, and the preciousness of family affection. She used all means to force us into this situation of being homeless and helpless on the streets. And I, as your daughter, really can't stand it. I am willing to do my best to help everyone, and I only hope that with my efforts, the Sang family can restore its former glory." Her words were earnest and sincere, with a hint of sob in her voice that was just right, which moved people, as if she was really the filial daughter who selflessly dedicated herself to the family and endured humiliation.

The chairman of the Sang family listened to Sang Jiuyue's words, and tears welled up in his eyes. In those tears, there was both regret for the mistakes he had made in the past and gratitude for Sang Jiuyue's "filial piety". He nodded vigorously, and said with a trembling voice: "Child, I deeply understand your intentions. From now on, the Sang family depends on you."

At this time, the other members of the Sang family in the car were also moved by Sang Jiyue's words. They looked at each other, and their eyes showed a kind of expectation for the future and recognition of Sang Jiyue. An elder with gray hair and vicissitudes of life said solemnly: "From now on, Jiyue is the well-deserved daughter of our Sang family. If one day we can really revive the Sangjia Group, then Jiyue will definitely be the only bloodline inheritor and successor of the Sang family, and we will fully support and assist her." The others also nodded in agreement, and a chorus of echoes suddenly rang out in the car.

Sang Jiuyue watched all this quietly, her lips slightly raised, outlining an imperceptible arc, and she was secretly delighted: everything was proceeding in an orderly manner according to her carefully planned script. Soon, the power of the Sang family will fall firmly into her hands, and Sang Shuwan, the woman who once made her hate her so much, will also pay a painful price for her actions under her calculations. By then, she will stand at the pinnacle of power, overlooking everyone, and enjoying the pleasure and glory after successful revenge.

Deep in a forgotten alley on the edge of the city, the old, gray apartment building stands there like an old man, silently witnessing the passage of countless years. The wall of the building is like a canvas of time, covered with cracks and stains, and moss climbs and spreads wantonly, adding a sense of desolation and dilapidation to it. The dim corridor lights are like candles in the wind, flickering a weak and unstable dim light, projecting Sang Jiuyue's slightly thin but extremely resolute figure on the ground, the light and shadow swaying, as if it is a vivid portrayal of her rough fate.

Sang Jiuyue took steady and firm steps and stopped in front of a door full of traces of time. She reached into her bag, fumbled for a key with a cool metal feel, inserted it into the lock of the old door, and turned it gently. With a sharp "creaking" sound, the door slowly opened, as if opening a long-forgotten difficult time. The space in the house was small and cramped, and the furnishings were extremely simple. A shabby wooden bed curled up in the corner. The paint on the bed board had long been peeled off, revealing the rough and cracked wood grain. The sheets were washed white, with patches everywhere. A few strands of cotton wool poked their heads out of the holes, as if silently telling the hardships of life. Next to the bed was a desk with severe paint peeling. The tabletop was scratched and stained, and piles of documents and materials were piled up in a mess. Some of the papers had turned yellow and brittle, but they were carefully sorted out by Sang Jiuyue. The window glass was blurry, as if covered by a thick layer of mist. Only a few faint rays of light could penetrate the layer of dirt with difficulty and fell on the table, reflecting Sang Jiuyue's tired but hopeful face. In the corner stood a simple clothes hanger, on which hung a few old and faded clothes, which looked particularly lonely in the dim light.

Sang Jiuyue walked into the room, gently placed the bag in her hand on the bed, then moved to the desk and slowly sat down. The chair creaked in pain, as if it could not bear the weight. She raised her hand and rubbed her temples, pressing her fingers hard, trying to dispel the fatigue that followed her like a shadow. However, there was a torch-like light flashing in her eyes, which was a combination of firmness, determination and indomitable spirit. Although the living environment was so simple and difficult that it was unbearable, every time she thought of the heavy responsibility of reviving the former glory of the Sang family, a surge of power and unspeakable satisfaction surged in her heart. In order to achieve this grand goal, she completely changed her previous consumption habits and became extremely frugal. She regarded every penny as a precious seed and sowed it without hesitation in the construction of the Sang family. The funds, like gurgling streams, converged into a surging river, and continuously poured into various key areas of the Sang family. Each investment carried her ardent expectations and firm beliefs for the future of the Sang family, as if she was watering the fountain of life for a nearly withered tree, helping it regain its vitality. And she herself was willing to silently stick to this simple residence. Even though she faced the dilapidated walls and endless loneliness every day, she never wavered or regretted it, because in her heart, the revival of the Sang family was her belief, and the difficulties and hardships before her were just the tempering on the road to success. All her efforts had extraordinary value and significance.

As time goes by, with Sang Jiuyue's unremitting efforts and careful management, the Sang family is like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, gradually rising from the ruins of decline, and re-showing the vitality and vigor of vigorous development. With her outstanding business wisdom, courageous decision-making and indomitable spirit, she has made great achievements in the revival of the Sang family, and successfully transformed from a controversial adopted daughter to a biological daughter admired and recognized by everyone. This process is full of thorns and ups and downs, behind which are countless days and nights of hard work, countless difficult choices, and the tenacious perseverance to never give up in the face of numerous difficulties. And her rise, like a dazzling star shining in the sky of the Sang family, instantly broke the original power structure and balance.

Sang Shuwan, who has always been the sole ruler of the Sang family, now deeply feels the powerful threat from Sang Jiuyue. His once rock-solid position has now become shaky, like a lone boat in a storm, which may be swallowed by the surging waves at any time. Sang Shuman's heart is full of anxiety, uneasiness and vigilance. She watched Sang Jiuyue step by step towards the center of power, but she was powerless to stop him. The originally calm power lake within the Sang family has also set off a storm due to the sudden rise of Sang Jiuyue. All parties have re-aligned themselves, and the power struggle has become more intense, complicated and cruel. A war without gunpowder quietly began inside the Sang family. Sang Jiuyue and Sang Shuwan, like two players on a chessboard, became the most eye-catching focus of this power struggle. Their fates were closely linked in this ever-changing situation, slowly unfolding in an unknown direction. The future of the Sang family was also full of variables and suspense in the open and secret struggles between these two women. On the top floor of a skyscraper in the most prosperous area of the city, Sang Shuwan's exclusive office was like a luxurious palace in the sky. The floor-to-ceiling windows on the entire wall took in the magnificent scenery of the city. The sunlight poured in without hindrance, jumping on the mirror-like marble floor, reflecting dazzling light, as if laying a golden carpet for the space. In the room, the central air conditioner was running gently, and the breeze sent out was just the right temperature, gently brushing the heavy velvet curtains, making them sway slightly, as if dancing an elegant dance. The air was filled with the rich aroma of roasted top-quality coffee beans, which wafted from an Italian-imported coffee machine placed in the corner. A set of sterling silver coffee utensils was neatly arranged on a crystal tray next to the coffee machine, sparkling with a cool glow in the sun.

In the center of the office, a huge desk made of rare mahogany stands steadily. The desktop is wide and smooth, reflecting the brilliant light from the gorgeous crystal chandelier above. On the desk is an ultra-thin laptop, the screen flickers with a cold light, and next to it is a pile of beautifully bound documents. The paper of the documents is white and thick, and the edges are neat and uniform, as if telling of their importance. A limited edition Montblanc fountain pen lies quietly next to the documents, and the gems inlaid on the pen body sparkle in the light, complementing the luxurious environment around it.

Sang Shuwan sat on the ergonomically designed black leather office chair, her posture elegant and upright, as if she was the most dazzling presence in this luxurious space. She was wearing a set of the latest black suit from Paris Fashion Week. The slim cut perfectly outlined her slender but powerful figure. The fabric of the suit was of high quality, and each thread seemed to be telling the story of top craftsmanship, with a faint luster under the light. At the collar of the white silk shirt she was wearing, a small and delicate diamond pin was shining brightly, like the brightest star in the night sky, adding a sense of nobility and elegance to her whole person. Her hair was carefully combed into a smooth bun, without a single messy strand of hair, and each strand of hair seemed to have been carefully arranged. On the bun was a jade hairpin that was equally low-key and luxurious. The deep green color contrasted with her cold and elegant temperament, revealing a mysterious and noble atmosphere. Her makeup is delicate and cool. Her long and thin eyebrows are like two willow leaves, carefully drawn with each root distinct. Her eyes are like cold stars, deep and bright. The light flashing in her eyes is unpredictable, as if hiding endless wisdom and secrets. Under her high nose bridge is a pair of lips painted with bright red lipstick. The bright color is like a burning flame, exuding a breath of confidence and courage, and it seems to be announcing to the world that she is inviolable.

At this time, Sang Shuwan was staring at the computer screen intently, and the screen was playing a news report about the rise of the Sang family. In the picture, the Sang family's industry was booming like mushrooms after rain, new projects were launched one after another, and the machines in the factory were roaring, a busy scene; on the commercial street, the Sang family's shops were crowded with people coming and going, and it was very lively. Looking at these pictures, Sang Shuwan's mouth corners slightly raised, outlining an arc full of ridicule and disdain. She snorted softly: "Huh, just you? Sang Jiuyue, do you want me to look at you with new eyes? Don't you see what you have done to me in the past? You have done a lot of things that hurt the world." Her voice was low and cold, as if it was a curse from the depths of hell. Every word was chilling, echoing in this quiet office, making people shudder.

After that, she slowly stretched out her right hand. Her hand was white and slender, her fingers were as slender as onion roots, her nails were trimmed round and neat, and she was painted with nail polish of the same color as her lipstick, exuding a cool luster. She gently held the coffee cup beside her. It was a handmade bone china coffee cup with delicate golden patterns painted on it, which sparkled charmingly under the sunlight. She lifted the coffee cup slightly, brought it to her lips, and took a sip gently. Her movements were elegant and calm, as if she was performing a sacred ceremony. The aroma of coffee instantly spread in her mouth, and the rich taste stimulated her taste buds, but her eyes were still indifferent, without the slightest pleasure from the deliciousness.

After putting down the coffee cup, her eyes became a little blurry, as if she was lost in memories. She unconsciously clenched her hands together, her knuckles slightly whitened due to the force, and her expression became a little gloomy. "And Song Jingyue," she murmured to herself, with a barely perceptible tremor in her voice, which was a manifestation of anger and hatred. "Thanks to my father for finally severing the father-daughter relationship with me, from now on, I have nothing to do with this Sang family." A trace of determination flashed in her eyes, as if she was making a thorough farewell to her past self and that unbearable relationship.

After a moment, she slowly stood up, her movements light and graceful, like a proud black swan. She walked towards the window with steady and confident steps, each step seemed to be on the clouds, with an invisible aura. She came to the window and crossed her arms across her chest, this action made her look more confident and powerful. She looked down at the hustle and bustle of the city, the vehicles on the street were as small as ants, and the pedestrians were hurriedly shuttling through the streets and alleys, as if it was a painting full of fireworks. But her eyes were cold at all, as if all this had nothing to do with her, she was just a bystander who stayed out of it.

"Now, I don't need to rely on the Sang family at all. The rise of the Sang family may also be a reminder to me that if I don't get rid of the problem, I'm afraid their suppression of me will not be reduced in the future." She was secretly alert in her heart, and her eyes revealed a firmness and determination, as if she was a soldier who was about to go to the battlefield and had made full preparations. Her hands tightened unconsciously, and the muscles of her arms clasped in front of her chest were slightly tense, showing her inner tension and uneasiness. "I will never sit and wait for death. This time, the Sang family can have such a big change. There must be a strong force behind it. I must be very alert and can't relax at all." She gritted her teeth slightly, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes, which was the manifestation of the fighting spirit in her heart being ignited.

After a while, she took a deep breath, as if to expel all the negative emotions from her body. Then, she turned around, her eyes became firm and focused again, and she strode back to her desk. She gently pulled over the office chair, sat down, and straightened her back. Her aura instantly became more focused and powerful. She reached out to open a document, and the paper of the document made a slight rustling sound in her hand, as if telling their story. She picked up the limited edition Montblanc fountain pen, her fingers skillfully grasped the pen body, lowered her head slightly, and began to review the contents of the document attentively. Her eyes were fixed on the words on the document, as if the whole world only had this document. The cup of steaming coffee was quietly placed aside, witnessing the ups and downs in her heart and the final return to peace. She had devoted herself to her work, ready to meet any challenges that might arise in the future, like a lonely and brave king, guarding her territory, not afraid of any storms.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning, with difficulty, penetrated the heavy clouds, and through the gaps in the fine curtains embroidered with intricate patterns, it fell on the floor of Sang Shuwan's room like silk, creating a faint golden halo, as if trying to dispel the haze in the room. In the corner of the room, a top-grade coffee machine from Italy was quietly emitting the mellow aroma of coffee. The aroma rose and lingered in every corner of the room, as if telling the complex taste of the delicacy and helplessness of life. A large desk made of precious walnut wood was placed steadily against the window. The documents on the desk were neatly stacked in different categories. Next to it was a limited edition Montblanc fountain pen, which flashed a cold and hard light under the sunlight. The tablet computer with the screen still on was prominently displaying a piece of news that attracted the attention of the world - "The Sang family rose, promoted the adopted daughter to the right position, and completely severed the relationship with Sang Shuwan."

Jiang Cimu stood quietly in front of the door. He was wearing a dark grey custom-made suit. The slim fit perfectly outlined his tall figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist. The faintly visible dark patterns on the fabric showed its low-key and luxurious quality. His face had clear lines, his sword-like eyebrows were inserted into his temples, his deep eyes were like the cold stars twinkling in the night sky, and his lips were slightly pursed under his high nose bridge, with a hint of innate nobleness and restraint. At this time, he slowly raised his slender and white hand with distinct joints, and gently knocked on the door with his fingers, making a crisp and rhythmic "knock knock knock" sound. This sound echoed in the silent corridor, as if it was a prelude to breaking this tranquility. At the same time, his voice was soft and concerned, and it came into the room: "Thank you for your hard work, Shuwan. You got up so early, are you thinking about something again?" After that, he gently pushed open the door with exquisitely carved patterns, and his eyes, with a bit of exploration and worry, slowly cast towards Sang Shuwan in the room.

Sang Shuwan was originally sitting in a chair in front of the desk. Her slender figure seemed to be shrouded in a layer of light sadness, but she also faintly revealed a tenacious and stubborn aura emanating from her bones. She was wearing a white silk shirt with a small and delicate emerald brooch pinned at the collar of the shirt, which shone with a mysterious and cold light under the refraction of the faint light. The slim-fitting shirt wrapped her slightly thin body, and the corners of the shirt were neatly tucked into a pair of black lambskin straight pants, outlining the lines of her straight and slender legs. Her hair was carefully combed into an elegant bun, and a few strands of hair fell on both sides of her snow-white cheeks like naughty elves, further highlighting the coldness and nobility of her face. Hearing Jiang Cimu's voice, her body stiffened slightly, like a frightened deer, and after a moment, she slowly turned her head. A complex and indistinguishable emotion flashed across her eyes, including the pain and unwillingness after being hurt in the past, like the undercurrent hidden in the bottomless cold pond; there was also the determination to let go of the past and the firm persistence in the future, like a hot flame burning in the darkness. She did not respond to Jiang Cimu's question immediately, but stretched out her slender white hand like a scallion, gently picked up the tablet on the table, and handed it to Jiang Cimu, indicating that he should look at the eye-catching news search on the screen. The whole action was elegant and calm, but with an irresistible force.

Jiang Cimu walked forward quickly, his steps were steady and vigorous, and every step seemed to be on an invisible beat. The moment he reached out to take the tablet, his fingers accidentally touched Sang Shuwan's hand, and the coldness of that moment made his heart tighten slightly. His eyes quickly swept over the content of the news, and the worry on his face became more and more intense. His brows were tightly furrowed, as if they could pinch a fly to death, and a ripple of anger appeared in his deep eyes. He immediately raised his head, looked at Sang Shuwan with anxiety and concern in his eyes, and said: "Shuwan, you didn't fall into sadness again like before, did you? You must know that you are not alone, and I will always be by your side." His voice was low and magnetic, and there was an unquestionable firmness in his words, as if he was promising Sang Shuwan an eternal protection.

Sang Shuwan took a deep breath, and the sound of her breathing echoed slightly in the silent room, as if she was trying to calm the waves in her heart. She slowly stood up, her movements graceful and slow, like a cold and beautiful lady walking out of an ancient scroll. Her eyes became more and more determined, like a bright star shining a unique light in the night sky. She raised her chin slightly, and a slightly bitter smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, but that smile contained endless strength and determination: "You know me. When would I be troubled and sad about these things? I am no longer the me who allowed others to bully me, was cowardly and helpless, and could only cry silently. Now, there is only endless chill in my heart. After all, those people have hurt me deeply, and I will never let them go easily. I will let them know that I, Sang Shuwan, am not a weak person who can be trampled on at will, and they will pay a heavy price for what they have done." Her voice was low, firm and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth with difficulty, with a sharp ruthlessness like an ice knife, as if declaring to the whole world the unshakable determination for revenge in her heart. The voice echoed in the room for a long time, and it seemed that even the air was trembling with it.

Jiang Cimu stared at Sang Shuwan, his eyes full of heartache and pity, as if she was a rare treasure, but suffered ruthless destruction. He couldn't help but take a step forward, this step was with a kind of determination. He stretched out his hands, and held Sang Shuwan's slightly cold hands tightly with both hands, trying to convey a trace of warmth and comfort to her with his body temperature. The strength of his hands was not great, but full of tenderness and care: "Shuwan, no matter what decision you make, I will stand firmly by your side and support you. They treat you like this because they are blind and ignorant. You will definitely make them pay a heavy price for what they have done. I will accompany you and go through this difficult time together until you regain everything that belongs to you." There was a firm light flashing in his eyes, like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating Sang Shuwan's way forward.

Sang Shuwan nodded slightly, with a touch of emotion flashing in her eyes. The light was like a fleeting meteor in the night sky. Although it was short, it was enough to illuminate a corner deep in her heart. But the touch of emotion was instantly covered by the burning determination in her eyes, as if it was just a short fireworks show. She gently pulled back her hand, this action was gentle and decisive, as if she was saying goodbye to the weakness and dependence in the past. She walked to the window with steady and firm steps, and every step seemed to be stepping on solid ground, making a slight and powerful sound. She folded her hands across her chest, and this posture made her look more confident and powerful, as if she was a female general about to go to the battlefield. She stared quietly at the sky outside the window that was gradually brightening. At this time, the sky was already pale, and a new day was about to begin. The bright light sprinkled on her face, outlining her cold and resolute outline. And she secretly swore in her heart: those who had hurt her ruthlessly will taste the evil consequences of their own hands one by one on the road of revenge she carefully planned. And she will stop at nothing to take back everything that originally belonged to her and make those people in the Sang family thoroughly understand how stupid, short-sighted and unforgivable their past actions were.

The night is like a huge and mysterious piece of black silk, gently spreading over the sky of the city, embracing the entire city tightly. At the moment, the theater in the most prosperous area of the city is like a shining bright pearl, emitting dazzling light, and a highly anticipated red carpet party is about to open here. In front of the theater, the two sides of the long red carpet have long been surrounded by enthusiastic media reporters and eagerly waiting audiences, with crowds surging and noises coming one after another. Countless flashes converge into a dazzling sea of light, flashing one after another, and the dazzling light seems to completely illuminate the night, adding a more gorgeous color to this luxurious and lively night. In the exquisite flower beds on both sides of the red carpet, colorful flowers sway gently with the wind, adding a bit of romance.

The Sang family and the elites from various groups dressed in gorgeous, exquisitely tailored dresses, wearing dazzling, priceless jewelry, and walked into this dreamy and glorious venue with a smile on their faces, showing nobility and elegance in their every move. Their faces were filled with confident expressions and smug smiles, and they greeted each other cordially. However, the topic was without exception centered on the recent news hotspot of the Sang family that caused a stir - the Sang family's remarkable rise and the thrilling internal dispute. (End of this chapter)