After I died, they cried in the live studio

In this bustling crowd, Sang Jiuyue stood out like a dazzling red star. She was wearing a wine-red off-shoulder dress, the hem of which elegantly dragged on the ground. As she walked lightly, it swayed gently like a fishtail, perfectly outlining her graceful and charming figure. The dress was inlaid with densely packed diamonds, like the twinkling stars in the night sky. Under the bright lights, it emitted a dazzling light that was dazzling and dazzling, and the huge, bright ruby necklace on her neck set off each other, further highlighting her noble, elegant and gorgeous temperament. Her makeup was extremely delicate and exquisite. Her slender eyebrows were like two carefully carved willow leaves, each of which was clearly depicted. The deep eyes under her eyebrows were like a cold pool, emitting a chilling light. Under her high nose bridge was a pair of lips painted with retro dark red lipstick, and the slightly upturned corners of her mouth carried a faint, imperceptible sarcasm and mocking smile. She held a glass of champagne in her hand elegantly, and her slender fingers gently grasped the handle of the glass, as if playing a silent and elegant movement. She walked lightly and gracefully among the crowd, chatting softly with others from time to time, but her eyes always drifted towards the entrance of the red carpet intentionally or unintentionally, as if she was anxiously and expectantly waiting for the arrival of an important moment.

At this moment, Sang Jiuyue's mind played out like a movie, a deep-seated fantasy replaying itself. The moment Sang Shuwan stepped out of the car at the entrance, she would be horrified by the grandeur and the sharp, scrutinizing gazes of the crowd, completely bewildered and bewildered. Her face would reveal a panicked, bewildered expression, like a helpless deer lost in a vast forest, lost and helpless in this bustling, bustling, and treacherous world. At this thought, a more pronounced, malicious sneer curled up at the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were filled with disdain and smugness, as if she had witnessed Sang Shuwan's embarrassing embarrassment firsthand and was lost in the pleasure of imagining it. Suddenly, she noticed a passing waiter holding a glass of red wine, its crystal-clear glass shimmering with an alluring luster. Without a second thought, she reached out with a brusque, eager gesture, completely devoid of her earlier elegance and grace, and snatched the glass of red wine from the waiter's hand. She quickly brought the glass to her lips and drank it all in one gulp. The rich, mellow flavor of the wine instantly spread throughout her mouth, but she had no intention of savoring it. This seemingly carefree gesture was simply a way to mask the nervousness and uneasiness lurking deep within her.

At this moment, a deafening cheer and dense shutter sounds suddenly rang out at the entrance of the red carpet. The crowd suddenly began to surge violently like a pot of boiling water. The black luxury car that Sang Shuwan was riding in slowly stopped at the starting point of the red carpet. The car door slowly opened, and the first thing that caught everyone's eyes was a foot wearing black high heels. The design of the shoes was exquisite, and a huge and round black pearl was inlaid on the upper. Under the light, it exuded a mysterious and noble unique atmosphere. Then, Sang Shuwan walked down from the car gracefully. She was wearing a flawless white Greek-style long dress. The slim cut of the dress was just right, perfectly showing her slender yet powerful figure. The fabric of the dress was soft and smooth, as if it was woven from the clouds in the sky. With her every move, it danced gently like clouds floating in the wind, giving people a dreamlike feeling, as if she was a holy goddess from ancient Greek mythology. Her long black hair was sleek and cascading down her shoulders. A few strands of hair were carefully curled into romantic waves. A white camellia behind her ear exuded a charming fragrance that was elegant and fresh, adding to her unique temperament of being otherworldly, fresh and elegant. She had light makeup on her face, and her slender eyes were bright and full of spirit, revealing a calm, steady and unhurried temperament. Her high nose bridge and slightly upturned mouth corners outlined a confident, elegant and charming smile, as if all the troubles in the world had nothing to do with her.

Jiang Cimu was wearing a black custom-made suit, the fabric of which was of high quality, and every detail showed top-notch craftsmanship and quality. He was as tall and straight as a pine tree, with a gentle smile on his handsome face, and his eyes were full of affection and concern. He extended his hand in a gentlemanly manner, his hand was slender and powerful, his fingers were white and clean, and he gently held Sang Shuwan's arm. The two walked side by side, with light and steady steps, as if they were a pair of golden boys and girls who had descended from the sky, exuding a powerful aura that could not be ignored. Behind them, Nancy was wearing a light blue backless short skirt. The color of the short skirt was fresh and elegant, like the clear sky in spring, full of youthful vitality and vigor. Her youthful face was blooming with a bright smile, full of vitality and curiosity. She jumped and followed the two people in front of her, holding a small and exquisite handbag in her hand, looking left and right from time to time, full of desire to explore everything new and prosperous around her.

The media reporters swarmed up like hungry sharks smelling blood, surrounding Sang Shuwan and others in a flash. The flash lights kept flashing like dense lightning, and the shutter sounds came one after another, interweaving into a deafening noise, as if it was an intense and tense symphony. The reporters handed the microphones in their hands to Sang Shuwan like weapons, throwing out sharp and sharp questions one after another, "Miss Sang, what is your unique opinion on the sudden change of the Sang family?" "Miss Sang, what kind of delicate relationship do you have with the Sang family now?" Faced with the questions that came like a tide and the overly enthusiastic crowd, Sang Shuwan did not panic or nervous at all. Her eyes remained calm and composed, as calm as the deep night sky, and the corners of her mouth still hung with that confident, elegant and charming smile. She slightly raised her slender white hand and gently tucked the wind-blown hair behind her ear. This action was natural and elegant, as if the hustle and bustle around her had nothing to do with her. Then, she said in a clear, pleasant, firm and powerful voice: "I think facts speak louder than words. Tonight, I just come to attend a party and enjoy this wonderful time. For other things, I believe time will give a fair and clear answer." Her voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone. The calm and confident tone made the people around her excited, as if they were infected by her aura and confidence.

Sang Jiuyue stood not far away and witnessed Sang Shuwan's ease and cheerfulness in front of the media. The originally complacent smile on her face froze instantly, like a flower that was suddenly frozen, losing all its vitality and energy. The empty wine glass in her hand was unconsciously clenched by her, and her knuckles turned slightly white due to excessive force, as if it was an external manifestation of her inner anger and unwillingness. Her eyes were full of surprise and anger, which was a kind of anger and disbelief after being slapped in the face. She originally thought that she would see Sang Shuwan's embarrassing scene, which would make her the object of everyone's ridicule tonight, but she didn't expect her to be so calm, elegant and generous. This made her feel a strong sense of frustration and jealousy in her heart, like a burning flame, spreading wantonly in her chest. She gritted her teeth fiercely, her teeth clattered, and she swore in her heart: Sang Shuwan, don't be too proud too early, this is just the beginning, I will definitely let you know how powerful I am, and make you pay a heavy price for what you did!

The reporters swarmed over like hungry sharks smelling blood, surrounding Sang Shuwan and the others in a flash. The flash lights kept flashing like dense lightning, and the shutter sounds came one after another, interweaving into a deafening noise, as if it were an intense and tense symphony. The reporters handed the microphones in their hands to Sang Shuwan like weapons, throwing out sharp and pointed questions one after another: "Ms. Sang, what is your unique view on the sudden change of the Sang family?" "Ms. Sang, what kind of delicate relationship do you have with the Sang family now?" The questions continued.

The lights flickered, and the flashlights on both sides of the red carpet lit up densely like stars, illuminating the entire scene as if it were daytime. Sang Shuwan wore a gorgeous black evening dress with a long skirt. The tiny diamonds inlaid on it sparkled under the lights, like the Milky Way twinkling in the night sky. She walked slowly on the red carpet with elegant and firm steps, and her figure was graceful, like a princess from a fairy tale.

However, just as she was about to reach the designated seat, there was a slight commotion in the crowd. Sang Shuwan glanced slightly to the side, and her eyes swept to the area in front of her where the Sang family was supposed to be seated. She was surprised to find that there was suddenly an empty seat there, which seemed particularly abrupt against the backdrop of the crowded seats around. The guests around also cast strange glances at her, and whispers gradually sounded, like an invisible wave, quickly spreading in the venue.

Sang Shuwan's eyes dimmed for a moment, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a self-deprecating smile. She knew in her heart that even if she had tried hard to prove her worth, she might still be the one who was ignored and excluded in this so-called "home". But that was only a momentary emotional fluctuation, and soon, she straightened her spine again, revealing a kind of stubbornness and pride in her eyes. She no longer looked at the empty seat, but cast her gaze into the distance, as if there was her true belonging and future there. There was no panic or stagnation in her steps, and she still walked forward firmly, letting the empty seat become a mystery in the eyes of everyone, and also became another deep mark in her heart, witnessing her difficulty and perseverance in moving forward alone in this indifferent world.

As night fell, the neon lights of the city flickered with ambiguous light, making the red carpet area in front of the hotel look dreamy, yet also somewhat illusory. On both sides of the red carpet, the media reporters were like a group of hungry wolves, with cameras and microphones in their hands ready to pounce on their prey at any time, capturing every moment that might cause a hot topic.

Sang Jiyue stood gracefully not far from the crowd. The gorgeous dress she was wearing tightly wrapped around her slender waist. The skirt cascaded down like a waterfall. The tiny gemstones inlaid on it sparkled coldly under the lights, just like the chill in her eyes at the moment. Her makeup was extremely delicate. Her slender eyebrows were carefully outlined, and the tips of her eyebrows were slightly raised, revealing an indescribable sharpness; the color of her eyeshadow was just right, and her deep eyes sparkled with pride and arrogance, as if everything in the world was under her control; her lips were painted with bright lipstick, the color was dazzling red, like blood about to drip, and it was like the external expression of her aggressive heart.

When she saw the media once again frantically focusing on the breakup between Sang Shuwan and the Sang family, a flower instantly blossomed on her face, a twisted and malicious excitement. She first gently raised her hand and used her index finger to elegantly tuck a strand of hair hanging by her ear behind her ear. This action seemed careless, but in fact it was full of affectation. Then, she slightly lifted the hem of her skirt and moved lightly, each step was slow and firm, and the "click" sound of her high heels touching the ground seemed to be the victory movement she played, and she walked towards Sang Shuwan step by step.

After standing in front of Sang Shuwan, Sang Jiuyue stopped walking, her chest heaving slightly, as if she could not suppress her inner excitement. She slowly raised her head, raised her chin high, glanced at Sang Shuwan with contempt from the corner of her eyes, and then her eyes suddenly retracted, staring at him, as if she wanted to see through Sang Shuwan and crush him with her eyes. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a mocking smile, which was full of deep complacency, as if saying that she was the ultimate winner in this family dispute.

Then, she opened her red lips slightly, and her voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, but she deliberately amplified the volume so that everyone around could hear clearly: "Sang Shuwan, look at this chaotic scene, isn't it what you least want to see? But for me, this is the good show I have always dreamed of. Now you see, I, Sang Jiuyue, am the only heir of the Sang family. Humph, although the family is not as glorious as it used to be, and it has fallen into decline, but so what? A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Whenever the Sang family is mentioned... Who wouldn't recall those glorious, eye-catching moments? Those days of prosperity and boundless glory were all part of my family's legacy. And you? Just a pitiful creature, ruthlessly abandoned by the family, a loser who will never again make a splash in this world of fame and fortune. From now on, nothing in the Sang family has anything to do with you. You can only watch me enjoy all this, while you, forever excluded from the Sang family, become a lonely, uncaring ghost!

After saying this, she let out a shrill laugh that echoed through the night sky, like the cry of a night owl, chilling everyone's spines. She glanced at Sang Shuwan again with a provocative gaze, then abruptly turned around, her skirt swishing in a graceful yet aggressive arc as she moved. She strode away, leaving behind only a self-righteous figure as she vanished into the crowd, as if she had already reached the pinnacle of the world, the sole protagonist in this powerful family feud, while she had mercilessly trampled Sang Shuwan beneath her feet, leaving it to others to judge this farcical family feud.

Inside the hotel lobby, the lights were dazzling, almost blinding. A massive crystal chandelier cast a cold glow, illuminating the surrounding luxurious yet subtly chilling décor. On both sides of the red carpet, gazes darted back and forth between Sang Shuwan and Sang Jiuyue like countless sharp arrows. A subtle, tense atmosphere hung in the air, as if an invisible storm was quietly brewing.

Sang Shuwan was wearing a simple yet elegant white dress, with her long, smooth hair casually draped over her shoulders. Her face was as calm as water, and her eyes were firmly staring ahead, as if the noisy world around her had nothing to do with her. She walked forward with light and leisurely steps, trying to get through the noise and stay away from the meaningless disputes.

However, how could Sang Jiuyue let go of this "eyesore" existence so easily? She looked at Sang Shuwan's calm back, and the anger in her heart suddenly burned up. Jealousy and unwillingness surged into her heart like a tide, instantly drowning her only remaining rationality. Her eyes instantly widened, staring at the hem of Sang Shuwan's skirt, like a beast locking onto its prey, and without hesitation raised her feet in sharp high heels and stomped hard on Sang Shuwan's dress.

There was a slight "hiss" sound, and a clear footprint appeared on Sang Shuwan's skirt. The delicate fabric was ruthlessly trampled, which was particularly glaring. This sudden attack made Sang Shuwan's footsteps pause suddenly. She slowly turned her head, and a sharp light flashed in her eyes, like lightning across the night sky, shooting straight at Sang Jiuyue.

Sang Jiuyue's arrogant face was still adorned with a smug smile, but when she met Sang Shuwan's furious gaze, her smile froze instantly, as if under a spell. She subconsciously took a small step back, a subtle flicker of fear in her eyes, as if she had seen something terrifying. Her lips trembled slightly, and she wanted to say something to save the situation that had suddenly spiraled out of control, but her throat seemed to be choked by something, and she could only utter a soft gurgling sound, which was particularly abrupt in the tense atmosphere.

Sang Shuwan looked at Sang Jiuyue's series of reactions coldly, and the contempt in her eyes became more and more obvious. She didn't say anything, but just snorted softly, then turned around again, and continued to walk forward without looking back, leaving behind a straight and strong back, letting the dirty skirt drag behind her, as if this was just an insignificant episode in her life. Sang Jiuyue stood there, her face pale and red, becoming a joke in the eyes of everyone, tasting the evil consequences of her own actions alone in this gorgeous but hypocritical world of fame and fortune.

Inside the hotel, dazzling lights poured down, illuminating the entire space as bright as day. Every crystal on the crystal chandelier seemed to flaunt the luxurious atmosphere. However, within this seemingly gorgeous scene, a subtle tension lurked. People chatted in low voices in groups of three or five, or surveyed their surroundings with scrutinizing eyes. Sang Shuwan and Sang Jiuyue were undoubtedly the focus of everyone's attention.

Sang Jiuyue stood there, her posture seemed upright but she was a little stiff. The exquisite dress she was wearing was well-cut and fitted her body curves. Every decoration on the dress spoke of its high value, but at this moment she had no intention of taking care of these things. Her eyes were fixed on Sang Shuwan, as if she was attracted by some powerful force, and as if she wanted to see through him with deep hostility. When Sang Shuwan's indifferent but firm eyes met hers, Sang Jiuyue's heart skipped a beat, and an instinctive fear arose from the bottom of her heart. At that moment, she seemed to be frozen, her hands and feet were a little cold, and her mind involuntarily emerged with the scenes that had been suppressed by Sang Shuwan's talent and wisdom. Those memories lingered in her heart like ghosts, making her feel a little at a loss in the public eye.

However, Sang Jiuyue soon noticed the gazes from the people around her. She knew that she could not show cowardice at this moment, so she pretended to be calm. A hint of imperceptible panic flashed in her eyes, which was quickly replaced by strong jealousy and resentment. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, forming an extremely unnatural arc. That smile seemed like a frozen lake, cold and full of cracks.

"Hmph, Sang Shuwan, what are you so proud of?" Sang Jiuyue suddenly raised her voice, and the sharp voice cut through the air, stopping the whispers around. Her eyes were wide open, and the bloodshot in her eyes was clearly visible. The anger and unwillingness almost swallowed her reason. "Do you think you can change anything like this? Don't be naive! You are just an abandoned child who was kicked out of the family. No matter how you struggle, it will be in vain. I am the real ruler of the Sang family, and you, just wait to perish in this world. No one will remember you, and you will eventually become a passerby who no one cares about!"

Sang Jiuyue cursed viciously while clenching her fists tightly, her body trembling slightly with anger. She tried to use this series of vicious words to cover up the fear and anxiety in her heart, regain her dignity in front of everyone, and announce to everyone that she was the winner in this family dispute, even though there was an imperceptible tremor in her voice, and even though her heart was far from being as strong as she appeared.

Inside the venue, the crystal chandelier cast a cold, glaring light, illuminating the diverse expressions on everyone's faces. A subtle, oppressive atmosphere permeated the air, a buzz of whispers swirling around, the topic revolving around the Sang family's plight. Those faces that once fawned over the Sang family had long since vanished, replaced by faces filled with mockery and gloating.

A group of men and women dressed in expensive suits and fancy gowns gathered together, freely discussing the various missteps made by the Sang family chairman in the past, their words dripping with sarcasm. "That old man of the Sang family was so arrogant back then, and look at what he's become now," a middle-aged man with a paunchy mouth said loudly, shaking his champagne with a scornful smile, and the people around him roared with laughter.

Sang Jiuyue sat in a corner, her eyes full of anger and unwillingness. She tightly grasped the handkerchief in her hand, her knuckles turned white due to the force, and her carefully made-up face could not cover up her loss of composure at the moment. She looked at the female and male chairmen who were chatting and laughing in front of the runway not far away, and listened to their unbearable ridicule, and her anger grew stronger and stronger. Those harsh words were like steel needles, piercing her self-esteem fiercely, making her feel as if she had been stripped naked in public, with no dignity at all.

Finally, Sang Jiuyue could no longer sit still. She stood up suddenly, and the friction between the chair and the ground made a harsh sound, which attracted the attention of some people around. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her fluctuating emotions, straightened her back, and walked towards the group of people with seemingly firm but slightly flustered steps. There was a kind of determination in her eyes, as if she was going to defend the dignity of the Sang family, which was already riddled with holes. She was like a trapped beast who was unwilling to be manipulated by fate and was ready to make a final struggle in front of all these people. Although she knew deep down in her heart that this might just be a farce of hitting a rock with an egg, her pride would not allow her to sit idly by and let others trample on the former glory of the Sang family.

Inside the venue, the lights were so bright that they were blinding, and every crystal on the crystal chandelier seemed to be coldly watching the various beings below. People were wearing gorgeous clothes, holding exquisite wine glasses, and walking around in every corner, but the air was filled with an indescribable sense of impetuousness and hypocrisy.

Sang Jiuyue sat on a chair covered with soft velvet. She seemed relaxed, but in fact she was tense. Her eyes swept coldly over the people around her who were talking with fake smiles and watching others' reactions. Deep down in her heart, she didn't really care much about the fact that the chairman of the Sang family was ridiculed. After all, in the past, when she enjoyed the glory brought by the family, she was also dissatisfied with the strict family rules and the control of the elders.

But at this moment, the situation is completely different. She is clearly aware that she is still the heir of the Sang family. This identity is both a halo and a shackle in the eyes of everyone. If she just sits there and lets others ridicule the Sang family, how can she survive in this world of fame and fortune? Those who are jealous or suspicious of her status as the heir will look down on her even more unscrupulously. Where should she put her face?

Sang Jiuyue frowned slightly, and a trace of barely perceptible anger flashed in her eyes. She gently put down the wine glass in her hand. The subtle sound made when the wine glass touched the table sounded like thunder to her, as if urging her to take action. She slowly stood up, subconsciously smoothed the non-existent wrinkles on her skirt with both hands, took a deep breath, and tried to make herself look more calm. She straightened her spine, raised her chin slightly, and walked slowly and firmly towards the direction where the mocking voices were the loudest. Every step was like stepping on a knife edge, both difficult and full of determination. She wanted to let these people know that even if the Sang family was temporarily in trouble, she, the heir, was by no means a soft persimmon that could be bullied by others. Even if it was just to maintain her so-called dignity and face, she had to stand up and make a powerless but necessary struggle in this whirlpool of public opinion.

Inside the venue, lights flickered and the noise of the crowd intertwined. Sang Jiuyue took a deep breath and walked towards the people who were mocking the Sang family. After she stood still, she glanced at the crowd sharply, and a mocking arc appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Everyone is laughing here now, but don't forget that the Sang family is only experiencing temporary hardship." Sang Jiuyue's voice was crisp and firm, and it was particularly clear among the whispers of the people around, attracting everyone's attention. "My Sang family was able to achieve its previous glory because of its real ability. The current situation is just the good work of the daughter of the chairman of the Sang family - that unfilial daughter. This is only temporary!" She paused, and her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her eyes revealing stubbornness and unwillingness, "The Sang family has a deep foundation. Sooner or later, it will make a comeback and stand at the top of this industry again, leaving you all far behind."

At this point, she took a step forward, her eyes burning with anger, staring straight at the people in front of her. "Besides, how many of you have come to this day with a clean record? In the beginning, you relied on the face of the chairman of the Sang family and the power of the Sang family to achieve your current status." Sang Jiuyue raised her voice, and every word was loud and clear. "But now, when the Sang family has a little change, you can't wait to jump out and mock, like a group of ungrateful ungrateful wolves, don't you feel guilty?"

The air around them seemed to freeze. Some of those who were accused by Sang Jiuyue looked embarrassed, while others were angry, but they were intimidated by her aura and didn't know how to refute. Sang Jiuyue straightened her back and swept her eyes coldly across the faces of the people. Her heart was full of contempt for these people and expectations for the future of the Sang family. Although she also knew that the road to reviving the Sang family was full of difficulties, at this moment, she had to fight for the only remaining dignity.

The originally noisy atmosphere in the venue seemed to be tightened by an invisible hand and became completely silent. Everyone's eyes were directed at Sang Jiuyue like spotlights. The smug expressions on the faces of those who had just laughed at the Sang family froze instantly, as if they were frozen in time, and they were left staring at each other in embarrassment and helplessness.

Some quietly lowered their raised hands, ready to continue their mocking remarks, their eyes averted, not daring to meet Sang Jiuyue's burning gaze. Some opened their mouths as if to refute, but after meeting the strange looks from the people around them, they closed their mouths in frustration, only letting out a slight, dry cough to mask their embarrassment. Those who had originally joined in the mocking laughter now subconsciously took a small step back like frightened birds, their bodies tense, as if afraid that Sang Jiuyue's wrath would suddenly burn them.

Sang Jiuyue stood there, her posture upright, like a pine tree that still stands firm in the strong wind. Her eyes were firm and cold, with an unquestionable majesty, sweeping over those who had just spoken ill of the Sang family, as if silently declaring that the dignity of the Sang family could not be trampled on, and even though they were in trouble now, they were not soft persimmons that could be bullied. She raised her chin slightly, and in this suffocating silence, her aura became stronger, making the entire venue shrouded in a tense and oppressive atmosphere, as if as long as someone said one more word, it would ignite the anger in her heart again, triggering a more violent storm.

In the corner of the venue, the lights were dim, and the light from the crystal chandelier was blocked by the surrounding pillars, forming shadows. Sang Jiuyue stood there, his chest still rising and falling slightly due to his anger, and his eyes still had lingering anger.

At this time, her mother came over in high heels, graceful but somewhat anxious. The mother had a mysterious and complacent look on her face. She first looked around vigilantly to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then pulled Sang Jiuyue to a more secluded corner and whispered in her ear: "Daughter, I have already found out. Sang Shuwan is so arrogant now because she has Jiang Cimu behind her. As long as you can find a way to snatch Jiang Cimu from her, it will be easy to bring her down." The mother's voice was very low, but it could not hide the greed and calculation in it. Every word was like an evil seed, trying to plant in Sang Jiuyue's heart.

Sang Jiuyue was stunned at first when she heard her mother's words, and then a hint of subtle surprise and desire flashed across her eyes. Jiang Cimu's name is well-known in this circle. His wealth, status and power are like a huge magnet, attracting the attention of countless people. If such a person can be taken for oneself, it will not only hit Sang Shuwan hard, but also allow oneself to have an unparalleled position in this world of fame and fortune. But soon, her eyes dimmed again, a trace of worry climbed onto her brows, and she whispered: "Mom, how can Jiang Cimu be taken away so easily? Sang Shuwan's relationship with him doesn't seem ordinary." (End of this chapter)