After I died, they cried in the live studio

The three of them got in the car together. In the car, Alice kept sharing the interesting things she had heard recently, trying to ease Sang Shuwan's nervousness. "You know? I heard a super funny thing yesterday. The people from the company next door called the boss's name wrong in the meeting, and called it wrong three times in a row, which made the boss so angry that his face turned green." Alice described it vividly, dancing and making Sang Shuwan couldn't help laughing.

Jiang Cimu sat aside, and although he didn't say much, his eyes were always on Sang Shuwan, full of concern. Whenever Sang Shuwan showed a hint of nervousness, he would gently hold her hand, conveying silent strength.

The car sped along the road, the sun shone through the car window into the car, reflecting a warm light and shadow. Outside the window, the city scenery passed by quickly, high-rise buildings were lined up one after another, the streets were crowded with cars and pedestrians were in a hurry.

Soon, the car arrived at the event site. This is a modern large-scale exhibition center, the magnificent building is magnificent, the glass curtain wall is shining brightly in the sun. There are people coming and going in front of the door, and it is very lively. Celebrities and media reporters from all walks of life gathered here.

Before getting off the car, Jiang Cimu reminded Sang Shuwan again: "Baby, when you go in, just follow me and Alice. If you encounter any situation, don't panic, we are all by your side."

Sang Shuwan nodded vigorously, with a firm look in his eyes: "I know, with you here, I'm not afraid of anything."

Alice also came over and gave Sang Shuwan a big hug: "Don't be afraid, we are an invincible trio. If Sang Jiuyue dares to make trouble, we will fight her back together."

The three of them smiled at each other and walked into the venue hand in hand. At this moment, they were ready to meet the upcoming challenges.

The luxurious Rolls-Royce was speeding along the avenue leading to the T-stage event site. The afternoon sun shone on the car body, reflecting a dazzling light. Inside the car, Sang Shuwan was wearing a gorgeous white dress. The delicate embroidery on the hem of the dress shone delicately in the dim light, like a flowing poem. She slightly turned sideways and looked out the window, with a hint of nervousness and expectation in her eyes.

Jiang Cimu sat beside her, wearing a well-tailored black suit, his deep eyes full of concern for Sang Shuwan. He gently held Sang Shuwan's hand and whispered, "Don't worry, Alice and I will be by your side in a while." His voice was low and powerful, as if it injected a shot of adrenaline into Sang Shuwan.

Alice sat in the passenger seat, wearing a tight red dress, like a burning flame, passionate and dazzling. She turned around, blinked, and said with a smile: "That's right, Shu Wan, you are the most beautiful focus today, we will stun the whole audience later!"

As we were talking, the car slowly arrived at the event site. Before I got out of the car, I could hear the noise coming from outside, a lively symphony of cheers from the crowd and the sound of camera shutters.

The car door opened, and Jiang Cimu, who got out first, stood tall. He stretched out his hand and gently held Sang Shuwan's. Sang Shuwan took a light step and the moment she stepped out of the car door, the atmosphere at the scene was instantly ignited. The crowd surged like a tide, and countless flashes flashed in front of their eyes, like stars exploding in the night sky.

"Sang Shuwan, look over here!"

"Jiang Cimu, can you give us a smile?"

"Excuse me, Miss Sang Shuwan, how confident are you about today's competition?"

Reporters held up their microphones and scrambled to ask questions, with voices rising and falling one after another. Fans rushed forward, trying to see their idols more closely, with the cheering signs in their hands waving above their heads, forming a colorful ocean.

Alice followed closely behind the two of them, observing the surroundings vigilantly, fearing that any accidents would happen. While protecting Sang Shuwan with her hands, she said loudly: "Everyone, please pay attention to the order and give us some space!"

Jiang Cimu stood by Sang Shuwan's side, his eyes stern and firm. He led Sang Shuwan forward steadily, each step was steady and powerful. Facing the surging crowd, Sang Shuwan smiled confidently, nodded slightly, signaled to the fans and reporters, and her every move showed her elegance.

The three of them walked slowly but firmly towards the entrance of the venue. Despite the noise and crowds around them, they relied on each other like an indestructible fortress. In this lively scene, they became the well-deserved focus of the whole audience, and all eyes were focused on them, as if time had stopped for them.

Walking into the backstage dressing room, it was a busy scene. Stylists were holding makeup brushes and curling irons, shuttling between the models, and the air was filled with the mixed smell of hairspray and perfume. Sang Shuwan sat down in her exclusive seat, and the stylists immediately surrounded her and carefully created her makeup and hairstyle.

At this moment, Sang Jiuyue walked in with a proud step. She was wearing a tight black evening dress with countless sparkling rhinestones on the hem. As she walked, the rhinestones flashed cold light, like cold stars. Her hair was piled high, revealing her slender white neck. Her face was made up delicately, but her eyes showed a hint of ill intention.

When Sang Jiuyue saw Sang Shuwan, she smiled mockingly and walked over slowly. "Oh, sister, you look so beautiful today." Her voice was so sweet that it gave people goosebumps. "It's a pity that you will face the world's top supermodel on the stage later. You'd better save your energy and don't make a fool of yourself and bring shame to the Sang family."

Sang Shuwan raised his head, his eyes calm and confident, and responded coldly: "Sang Jiuyue, stop being so sarcastic here. Fashion shows are about strength, not about you doing tricks behind the scenes. Today, I will prove myself with my strength."

Upon hearing this, Alice immediately stood up, put her hands on her hips, and said bluntly: "Sang Jiuyue, don't go too far. Shu Wan's strength is obvious to everyone. Do you think you can succeed by relying on your despicable means? Just wait to be slapped in the face!"

Jiang Cimu also stepped forward and stared at Sang Jiuyue with cold eyes: "Sang Jiuyue, you'd better restrain yourself. If you dare to do anything to Shu Wan, I will never let you go."

Sang Jiuyue was forced to take a step back by the momentum of the three people. A trace of anger flashed across her face, but she quickly returned to her arrogant look. "Hmph, we'll see." She threw down these words and turned around and walked away angrily.

As the opening music played passionately, the lights on the stage lit up instantly, as brilliant as a dream. The huge crystal chandelier cast a dazzling light, illuminating the entire stage as bright as day. On the huge electronic screen in the background of the stage, the vast universe slowly flowed, and the twinkling stars and changing nebulae created a vast and mysterious atmosphere.

The first model stepped onto the stage in a sparkling golden evening gown, the gold embroidery sparkling under the lights like flowing sunlight. She walked lightly and confidently, each step precisely in rhythm, her waist swaying like a spirit dancing in the starry sky. In the center of the stage, she turned gracefully, showing off the details of the gown in all directions, and her every move was full of charm.

Then, models with different styles appeared one after another. Some wore simple and fashionable black and white suits, with neat cuts highlighting their capable temperament; some wore gorgeous and retro Baroque-style long skirts, with complex lace and exquisite jewelry complementing each other. Each model fully released her charm on the stage, with confidence and determination in her eyes.

Finally, it was Sang Shuwan's turn to appear. The custom-made white dress she wore was like a dream. The flowers embroidered on the hem seemed to be picked directly from a spring garden, and the petals were delicate and fragrant. The diamonds inlaid on the neckline and cuffs were like bright stars under the lights, dazzling. Her long hair fell naturally, and a few strands of hair casually fell on her cheeks, adding a bit of gentleness and charm.

Sang Shuwan stepped onto the stage with steady and light steps, and her eyes showed her innate confidence and calmness. She walked along the T-stage, each step with a unique rhythm, as if telling a story about courage and dreams. When she reached one-third of the stage, she turned slightly and gently lifted the hem of her skirt, making the flower pattern on the skirt perfectly present. In the center of the stage, she turned gracefully, her eyes met with the audience, and a confident smile bloomed on her face. At that moment, the entire stage seemed to have become her exclusive territory.

Thunderous applause instantly broke out from the audience, who were deeply impressed by Sang Shuwan's wonderful performance. Jiang Cimu stood in the audience, his eyes sparkling with pride and love, staring at Sang Shuwan on the stage, as if she was the most precious treasure in the world. Alice was so excited that her face turned red. While clapping desperately, she shouted loudly: "Shuwan, you are amazing! This is the level of a true supermodel!"

However, Sang Jiuyue, who was sitting on the judges' panel, had a terribly gloomy expression. She bit her lower lip tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms. Seeing Sang Shuwan shining on the stage, the jealousy and resentment in her heart were like a surging tide, almost drowning her. "Sang Shuwan, you're just lucky." She murmured in a low voice, "There's still the scoring stage next, and I have plenty of ways to make you fall."

When the scoring session started, the first few judges gave very high scores, and Sang Shuwan was temporarily in the top. When it was Sang Jiuyue's turn to score, she sneered and gave a very low score. This action caused an uproar in the audience, and the audience whispered to each other, expressing their dissatisfaction with this score.

Jiang Cimu frowned upon seeing this, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes. Alice even jumped up and protested loudly: "Sang Jiuyue, you are obviously suppressing me on purpose! Your rating is unfair!"

However, Sang Jiuyue turned a deaf ear to him, leaned back in his chair smugly, and looked at Sang Shuwan provocatively.

At this time, the host stepped out to try to ease the situation: "Everyone, please be patient. The scoring results will be decided by all the judges. Next, please invite the last judge to announce the score."

The last judge was a world-renowned fashion guru. He carefully looked at the score sheet in his hand, then looked at Sang Shuwan who was still standing confidently on the stage. After a moment of contemplation, he gave her the highest score of the night. He picked up the microphone and said slowly: "Ms. Sang Shuwan's performance perfectly interprets the integration of fashion and art. Her every move and every look conveys a unique charm and confidence. In my opinion, she is the well-deserved champion tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience burst into warm applause again. The applause was like a tidal wave, echoing in the venue for a long time. With tears of excitement flashing in Sang Shuwan's eyes, she bowed deeply to the audience and judges to thank them for their recognition.

Jiang Cimu and Alice walked onto the stage quickly and hugged Sang Shuwan tightly. Jiang Cimu looked at Sang Shuwan tenderly and said softly, "Baby, I knew you could do it. You are the best!" Alice jumped excitedly on the side, "Shuwan, we won! Sang Jiuyue, you have nothing to say now!"

Sang Jiuyue looked at the three people celebrating on the stage, and her face turned pale and blue.

As the last judge gave a high score, the whole audience burst into applause. Amid the cheers of the crowd, Sang Shuwan received the trophy that symbolized glory with tears in his eyes. Jiang Cimu and Alice quickly walked onto the stage, and the three of them hugged each other tightly, with joy and pride overflowing around them.

At this time, Sang Jiuyue was sitting on the judges' bench, her face so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out. She looked at the three people celebrating on the stage, and the jealousy and resentment in her heart were like a surging tide, almost drowning her. Suddenly, a cold smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and that smile made people shudder.

She stood up suddenly and snatched the microphone from the host. Her sharp voice instantly echoed in the venue: "Everyone, don't rush to congratulate! Sang Shuwan only won by luck this time, by only one vote. What does this prove? It proves that the gap between her and a real supermodel is minimal! The world's number one supermodel here tonight performed perfectly, and Sang Shuwan just took advantage of luck."

There was an instant uproar in the audience, and fans supporting the supermodel began to get agitated, echoing Sang Jiuyue's words.

"That's right, she deserves the title of supermodel. Sang Shuwan was just lucky this time."

"The result of this competition is so unfair. There must be something fishy going on."

Sang Shuwan's expression changed slightly, but she remained calm. She gently pushed away Jiang Cimu and Alice's attempts to protect her, took a step forward, and looked at Sang Jiuyue with a firm gaze.

Jiang Cimu frowned, his eyes full of anger. He whispered to Alice, "Sang Jiuyue has gone too far. I'll go teach her a lesson." Alice quickly held him back, "Let's see what Shu Wan does first. She will definitely be able to handle it."

Sang Shuwan took a deep breath and picked up another backup microphone. His voice was clear and steady: "Sang Jiuyue, I respect your right to express your opinion as a judge, but I believe more in the eyes of every audience member and judge present. I went all out in this competition, and I poured my love and effort into every step."

She turned slightly to face the audience with a sincere look in her eyes: "Maybe I am only one vote away from the supermodel, but this vote just proves that the fashion stage is fair and it recognizes everyone who works hard. I never got lucky, but won this precious vote with my own strength."

The supermodel also stood up at this time. She walked to Sang Shuwan, took the microphone, and said with a smile: "Ms. Sang Shuwan, your performance is very outstanding. It is my honor to compete with you. You deserve this vote."

The audience who supported Sang Shuwan also reacted and started shouting: "Sang Shuwan, good job!" "Your strength speaks for itself, we support you!"

Sang Jiuyue's face became increasingly ugly. She did not expect the situation to be reversed. She wanted to open her mouth to refute again, but found herself drowned out by the noise from the audience.

Jiang Cimu looked at Sang Shuwan who was calm and composed on the stage, his eyes full of pride. He said to Alice, "Shuwan is amazing. He successfully resolved the crisis again this time." Alice nodded and said excitedly, "Of course, Shuwan is the best. Sang Jiuyue has completely miscalculated this time."

With the support of the crowd, Sang Shuwan raised the trophy again with a bright smile. She knew that she had won this victory fairly.

After winning the competition, Sang Shuwan should have been immersed in the joy of victory, but because of Sang Jiuyue's words, he was instantly caught in the eye of the storm of public opinion.

"Sang Shuwan only won by luck this time, with only one vote advantage. The supermodel's performance was perfect." Sang Jiuyue's sharp and provocative words were spread through the media and quickly set off a storm on the Internet. The supermodel's fans were instantly ignited with anger and denounced Sang Shuwan on social platforms. All kinds of unpleasant remarks came like a tide. "How can she win just by relying on this? There must be something shady!"

"This competition is so unfair, give us back the supermodel champion in our hearts!"

At the same time, fans who supported Sang Shuwan were not to be outdone and fought back. The two groups of fans confronted each other and launched a fierce "war of words". The topic became more and more popular, and Sang Shuwan's name topped the hot search list, but it was accompanied by overwhelming controversy.

In the living room of Sang Shuwan's villa, the atmosphere was so heavy that it was hard to breathe. Sang Shuwan sat on the sofa, frowning, his eyes full of fatigue and helplessness. Alice paced back and forth in the living room, her high heels hitting the ground and making a rapid sound, showing her inner anxiety. Jiang Cimu stood in front of the window, looking at the night outside the window, thinking for a long time.

"We can't go on like this. Shu Wan's reputation is under serious threat." Jiang Cimu was the first to break the silence. He turned around and looked at Sang Shu Wan and Alice with a firm gaze. "We must find a way to turn the situation around."

Alice stopped and nodded vigorously: "Yes, those false statements must be clarified. I think we can hold a press conference first and let Shu Wan come out in person to explain the situation."

Sang Shuwan sighed softly, smiled bitterly and said, "But even if I come forward, will those radical fans really listen?"

Jiang Cimu walked to Sang Shuwan, gently held her hand, and gave her strength: "Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, we must try. Moreover, we have a lot of evidence to prove your strength."

After some discussion, they decided that Alice would be responsible for contacting the media and preparing for the press conference; Jiang Cimu would use his connections to collect evidence of Sang Shuwan's outstanding performance on the night of the competition, including anonymous comments from professional judges and real feedback from the audience.

On the day of the press conference, the venue was packed with people, and reporters from all walks of life had already set up their cameras, ready to capture the dynamics of this highly watched event. Sang Shuwan was wearing a simple and elegant black dress. Although her face was a little haggard, her eyes were firm. Jiang Cimu and Alice stood closely behind her, one on the left and one on the right, giving her silent support.

Sang Shuwan took a deep breath and picked up the microphone: "Dear media friends, I am standing here today to respond to the recent controversy. I admit that in this competition, my score was very close to that of the supermodel, but this difference of one vote was by no means a fluke."

As he spoke, Jiang Cimu distributed the prepared materials to the reporters present, which detailed Sang Shuwan's highlights in the competition and the high evaluation of professionals.

Alice also took the microphone and said righteously: "Some people try to discredit Shu Wan through malicious remarks, but facts speak louder than words. We have enough evidence to prove that Shu Wan's victory is well deserved."

After the press conference, public opinion began to gradually shift. After seeing the evidence, some neutral netizens expressed their support for Sang Shuwan. The supermodel herself also spoke out on social media, praising Sang Shuwan's strength and calling on fans to stop arguing.

In this storm, Sang Shuwan deeply felt the preciousness of Jiang Cimu and Alice's support and companionship. She knew that no matter how many storms she would encounter in the future, as long as they were by her side, she would have the courage and strength to face everything.

The catwalk event should have been a showcase of fashion and beauty, but at this moment it was in a quagmire of chaos. When the news of Sang Shuwan's victory spread like thunder, the atmosphere on the scene was instantly ignited, and it was so hot that it almost overturned the entire venue. The fans who supported Sang Shuwan were so excited that their faces were flushed, and their eyes were shining with excitement. They cheered and hugged each other to celebrate, and the cheers were so loud that they hurt people's ears. As for the supermodel's fans, after hearing Sang Jiuyue's extremely provocative remarks, the resentment in their hearts was like being poured with a bucket of hot oil, burning fiercely.

"Sang Shuwan doesn't deserve to win, there must be something fishy going on in the competition!" A fanatical fan of the supermodel blushed, the veins on his neck popped out, and he waved the cheering sign with the supermodel's portrait printed on it with all his might, shouting at the top of his lungs. His eyes were wide open, as if two balls of angry flames were burning in them, staring intently at Sang Shuwan on the stage.

"Don't talk nonsense, Shu Wan's strength is obvious to all!" A young girl who supported Sang Shu Wan did not show any weakness. She clenched her fists tightly, her body trembling slightly with excitement, and she loudly refuted. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes revealed determination and unwillingness to admit defeat. "She took every step so perfectly, she deserves this championship!"

The order on the scene completely collapsed in this fierce quarrel. People pushed and shoved, and their bodies kept colliding with each other. Some people were squeezed to the ground and screamed in pain, but in this noisy environment, the screams were quickly drowned out. The staff were anxious. They wore uniforms and struggled to shuttle through the crowd, trying to maintain order. They shouted loudly, "Please calm down" and "Keep order", but their voices were like pebbles thrown into the sea, and were instantly swallowed up by the noisy waves.

On the stage, the carefully prepared award ceremony was forced to be interrupted. The gorgeous stage lights were still shining brightly, but the light could not dispel the chaos on the scene. The host, wearing a gorgeous dress, stood in the center of the stage, holding the microphone and shouting at the top of her lungs, trying to quiet the scene. Her face was full of anxiety and helplessness, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and a few strands of hair were soaked by sweat and stuck to her cheeks. But her efforts were in vain, and the beautiful voice seemed so small in the chaotic clamor that it could not attract people's attention at all.

The person in charge of the event organizer stood backstage, his face terribly gloomy. His brows were tightly knitted into the shape of a "川" character, the wrinkles on his forehead deepened, and his eyes revealed deep anxiety. He kept pacing in place, and the sound of his leather shoes hitting the ground made a "clacking" sound, and each sound seemed to be a sigh from his heart. "We can't go on like this, or someone will die!" He gritted his teeth and said viciously, then turned around and ordered the security captain, "Hurry up and find the instigator and control the situation first!" His voice became hoarse due to anger and anxiety, and his hands were clenched into fists, and his joints turned white due to the force.

Everyone's eyes quickly focused on Sang Jiuyue. At this time, Sang Jiuyue stood next to the judges' seat, with a smug sneer on her lips, and her eyes were full of calculation and madness. She looked at the chaotic scene below the stage, like an evil director watching the farce she had carefully planned, and her heart was full of a sense of accomplishment. "Hmph, Sang Shuwan, let's see how you end this time." She whispered to herself, and the voice was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, full of malice. There was a strange light flashing in her eyes, as if she was imagining the scene of Sang Shuwan's disgrace.

The security guards quickly surrounded them like a tide. The leading security guard was tall and burly. He looked at Sang Jiuyue expressionlessly, his eyes revealing unquestionable majesty. He stretched out his hand, made a gesture of invitation, and said coldly: "Please come with us." His voice was low and powerful, as if carrying an irresistible force.

Sang Jiuyue's face suddenly changed, and her originally fair face instantly turned ashen. She widened her eyes and glared at the security guard angrily, as if she wanted to eat the security guard alive. "Do you know who I am? Why are you chasing me away!" She screamed hysterically, her voice was sharp and piercing, like the cry of a night owl. She struggled desperately, waving her hands in the air, trying to break free from the security guard's control. Her high heels made a series of harsh sounds on the ground, as if she was venting her anger.

"You deliberately incited the fans and disrupted the order on the scene!" The security guard was merciless. He took a step forward, and his strong arms held Sang Jiuyue's arms like pliers, and dragged her out with force. His expression was still indifferent, and there was no trace of pity in his eyes.

As the security guard dragged Sang Jiuyue out, the chaos at the scene reached its peak. Someone shouted first, "She is the one behind this!" This shout was like a spark thrown into a gunpowder barrel, instantly igniting the anger of the crowd. Fans who supported Sang Shuwan felt that Sang Jiuyue was deliberately smearing their idol, while fans of the supermodel also thought that her remarks made the situation even more chaotic. The two groups reached a rare agreement and vented their anger on Sang Jiuyue.

"I'll let you talk nonsense!" A young man who supported Sang Shuwan was furious. He picked up an egg from the snack stand next to him and threw it at Sang Jiuyue with all his strength. With a "pop", the egg exploded on Sang Jiuyue's shoulder, and the egg liquid flowed down her dress, making it sticky.

"That's right, you troublemaker!" A female fan of the supermodel was not to be outdone. She held a cup of drink she had just bought and splashed it directly at Sang Jiuyue. The brown liquid splashed on Sang Jiuyue's face, and her eyes narrowed in an instant. Her carefully groomed hair also became wet and stuck to her face in strands.

Then, more things flew towards Sang Jiuyue. Someone threw the vegetables in his hand, and a lettuce hit her head with a "snap" sound, and then slid down; someone else smashed an unfinished mineral water bottle at her, and the bottle exploded beside her, splashing water everywhere. Sang Jiuyue was caught off guard by this sudden attack, she screamed in fear, and the smugness on her face disappeared instantly, replaced by endless fear and panic.

"Help me, help me!" Sang Jiuyue desperately called for help from the security guard, her voice full of despair. Her body kept twisting under the drag of the security guard, trying to avoid the flying "hidden weapons", but everything was in vain.

The security guards were also somewhat overwhelmed by the chaotic scene, but they still persevered and quickened their pace, trying to take Sang Jiuyue away from the scene as soon as possible. Amidst the shouting and throwing of objects, they finally dragged Sang Jiuyue to the door.

At this time, Sang Jiuyue was in a state of extreme embarrassment. Her dress was stained with egg liquid, beverage and vegetable residue, her hair was a mess, and her face was stained with water and egg liquid. Her eyes were full of fear and anger. She didn't dare to stay any longer, and stumbled to her feet, running desperately away, muttering: "Wait for me..." But her voice was soon drowned out by the noise behind her.

In the dressing room backstage, Sang Shuwan heard the chaotic noise coming from outside and frowned slightly. Her eyes revealed a hint of worry, but more of determination. Jiang Cimu paced back and forth beside her, his steps hurried and heavy. His face was full of worry, and his eyes revealed deep concern for Sang Shuwan. "Shuwan, Sang Jiuyue has gone too far this time. I'm really worried about your safety." He stopped and looked at Sang Shuwan, his eyes full of worry.

Alice stood aside with her hands on her hips, her face flushed with anger. Her chest rose and fell violently, and she gasped heavily, like an angry little lion. "This Sang Jiuyue is so abominable, I must find a way to teach her a lesson!" She waved her fists and said with gritted teeth.

Sang Shuwan took a deep breath, her eyes showing determination and indifference. She shook her head slightly, a confident smile appeared on her face, and said, "Don't worry, it's ridiculous for her to think of defeating me with such a petty trick. I believe that those who are innocent will be innocent, and strength is the best proof." Her voice was crisp and firm, as if it carried a reassuring power.

Jiang Cimu stopped and looked at Sang Shuwan, his eyes full of admiration and love. He walked to Sang Shuwan, gently held her hand, and said, "You are right, Shuwan. With your calmness, I believe everything will pass." His voice was gentle and firm, and his eyes revealed his support and trust for Sang Shuwan.

Alice also calmed down. She nodded and said, "That's right, we can't let her succeed. And you won the championship based on your strength, no one can deny that!" There was a firm light flashing in her eyes, as if she was conveying strength to Sang Shuwan.

Although the event was forced to end, the organizer still recognized Sang Shuwan's victory and awarded her the championship trophy that symbolized glory. Sang Shuwan held the trophy in both hands, and the trophy shone brightly under the lights. She looked at the trophy in her hands with mixed feelings. She knew that although the storm had temporarily subsided, the competition with Sang Jiuyue might have just begun. However, with Jiang Cimu and Alice by her side, she was full of courage and confidence to meet the challenges of the future. She raised her head slightly, looking into the distance with a firm gaze, as if she saw a more wonderful self in the future.

Sang Jiuyue fled from the catwalk in a panic, her anger raging like a raging fire, almost swallowing her up. She plunged into the Sang family's luxurious mansion, her high heels trotting out a hasty and chaotic rhythm on the shiny marble floor.

"Dad!" The moment Sang Jiuyue saw Chairman Sang, she instantly switched to aggrieved mode, her eyes reddened, her voice was filled with tears, as if she had suffered all the injustices in the world, "I was bullied terribly today!"

Chairman Sang was sitting on the expensive leather sofa in the living room at that time, playing with a glass of attractive red wine in his hand. When he heard the voice, he frowned, put down the wine glass, and looked at Sang Jiuyue with a sharp gaze, his eyes full of concern and inquiry.

Seeing this, Sang Jiuyue cried even more bitterly, exaggerating her complaints: "Dad, you didn't see what happened at the fashion show today. I was just a judge and told the truth that Sang Shuwan's performance was far inferior to that of a supermodel. Her fans went crazy and cursed at me. It was unbearable to hear. They almost hit me!" At this point, she wiped her eyes exaggeratedly, but in fact, she didn't shed a single tear. "I was so scared that my legs went weak. It was hard for me to escape."

After hearing this, Chairman Sang's face instantly turned as gloomy as the sky before a storm. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said, "This is outrageous! How dare you treat you like this? I will never swallow this!"

Sang Jiuyue was secretly happy, but still pretended to be weak and continued to fan the flames: "Dad, I can't swallow this! Sang Shuwan is getting more and more arrogant, and she has even declared to the public that she will never reconcile with our Sang family!"

Chairman Sang slammed the table so hard that the wine glasses on the table jumped up. He roared angrily: "This rebellious girl, I really raised her for nothing! She dared to go against the Sang family, just wait and see how I deal with her!"

Sang Jiuyue said, "Dad, Sang Shuwan is now in Alice's company. Why don't we start from her company?"

Chairman Sang pondered for a moment, a sinister look in his eyes, and slowly said: "Well, let's do it. Although Alice's company has some strength, it is still far behind our Sang family. I will let her know the consequences of offending the Sang family."

Afterwards, Chairman Sang began to plan to sanction Alice's company. He first made a few phone calls, secretly discussed with several partners, and then prepared a gathering of business leaders.

A few days later, in the luxurious banquet hall on the top floor of the Imperial Hotel, a group of key figures in the business community sat around a huge round mahogany dining table. The table was filled with delicacies, but everyone's mind was obviously not on the food.

Chairman Sang was wearing a well-tailored black handmade suit, sitting upright in the main seat, with a solemn expression and an unquestionable majesty in his eyes. He glanced at everyone and slowly said, "Everyone, I called you here today to discuss something. I'm sure you've heard that my Sang family had a conflict with Sang Shuwan. This girl is ignorant of the world and openly opposed my Sang family, and even declared that she would be irreconcilable with us."

When everyone heard this, they all whispered to each other, their faces showing surprise. Li Jianguo, the chairman of the Li Group, who was sitting on the left side of Chairman Sang, took a sip from his wine glass and frowned and asked, "What is the origin of this Sang Shuwan? How dare he be so bold?"

Chairman Sang snorted coldly and said, "Humph, it's my unfilial daughter! I worked hard to raise her and gave her a good life, but she was very rebellious, opposed me everywhere, and even broke off relations with me. Recently, she won the championship in a fashion show competition. Ji Yue, as a judge, told the truth and pointed out that her performance was average. She was verbally attacked by her fans and almost beaten. How can my Sang family swallow this!"

Sang Jiuyue sniffed at the right moment, tears welling up in her eyes, and said pitifully, "My dear uncles, the scene was extremely chaotic at that time, and those people pointed at my nose and cursed at me, and I was extremely scared."

Everyone showed sympathy. Wang Yaozong of Wang Group angrily slammed the table, "This is outrageous! You dare to bully the Sang family? Isn't this a slap in the face of all of us here!"

Chairman Sang nodded with satisfaction and continued, "Sang Shuwan is now working for Alice's company. I plan to sanction Alice's company and let this girl know the consequences of going against my Sang family. As long as Alice's company collapses, Sang Shuwan will have no place to stand. At that time, my Sang family will be able to take its place and fill the market gap."

After hearing this, everyone was silent for a while, and each weighed the pros and cons in their minds. Li Jianguo of the Li Group thought that if he helped the Sang family to bring down Alice's company, he might be able to get more favorable terms in the subsequent cooperation; while Wang Yaozong of the Wang Group thought that the Sang family had deep roots in the business world, and if he followed the Sang family's wishes this time, his business might get a lot of help from the Sang family in the future. (End of this chapter)