Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 1112 - 1113: Unpopular Real Daughter 56

Song Qian sat by the window, drinking incessantly, thinking about the scene of meeting the old man today.

She knew that Song Weikang called her for a talk, just to counsel her.

He was worried she would act like a mad dog, biting Fu Jie everywhere and dealing with Zhang Yu.

Even though she was recently in a state of sadness and didn’t care about the outside world, she knew that to break off the engagement, the Fu Family still gave many benefits to Song’s.

As for these benefits, they had nothing to do with her, even though she was involved, the compensation she got was just the betrothal gift from Fu’s and the dowry from Song’s.

Wait, it seems she wasn’t at a loss either, the Fu Family’s betrothal gift was worth millions, and so was the Song Family’s dowry.

More importantly, Song Ziming also agreed to give her 1% of the IT company’s shares, which is worth billions.

Thinking of this, Song Qian felt a lot better. Although she became a discarded woman, the money in hand was most practical. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

As for the shares, she didn’t know when they would transfer ownership, thinking of this, Song Qian eagerly called Song Ziming.

Song Ziming originally thought Song Qian was calling him again to have him contact Fu Jie, and the thought gave him a headache.

But ignoring the call wasn’t an option; this girl really seemed to have gone mad and could do something crazy at any moment.

But when he picked up the phone and heard Song Qian ask about the shares, he really regretted answering the call.

Song Ziming: As for the shares, they were a gift for your marriage to Fu Jie, but now that you didn’t marry him, of course, you’re not getting them.

Ha, did she really think it was a wedding gift for her? If it wasn’t for marrying Fu Jie, why would he spend so much money?

Song Qian couldn’t believe Fu Jie could be so cold: Brother, you actually reneged; you clearly said it was my wedding gift.

Song Ziming wouldn’t deny it: I did say it was a gift for your marriage to Fu Jie, as long as you married him, I’d certainly give it.

Song Ziming: You know how much 1% of the IT company’s shares are worth now, and how valuable they’ll be in the future. Giving such a generous gift, if you had any brains, you should know the reason.

Song Ziming: Song Qian, you already have the betrothal gift from the Fu Family and the dowry from the Song Family, it’s quite a lot.

Song Ziming smirked, thinking this girl Song Qian never really contemplated making any contributions to the Song Family, only ever thinking about leeching off it.

Song Ziming was frustrated thinking about how he could have been so bewitched to abandon Zhang Yu for this idiot.

Song Qian suddenly shivered, realizing one thing: If the Song Family gave me a dowry, does that mean they won’t give me another one when I marry?

Not bad, Song Ziming initially didn’t think, with Zhang Yu’s mind, that she could realize this point.

Unexpectedly, this heartbreak actually made her smarter, not bad, Song Ziming thought it might be a blessing in disguise.

Song Ziming: As for the dowry, it will certainly only be given once, considering it came from the old man’s funds back then.

Song Ziming: If we took money for every marriage, there wouldn’t be enough.

Song Ziming: But if you can get our parents to agree to supplement another dowry, there’s no problem there.

Expect Song Shijian and his wife to prepare another dowry for her? Song Qian knew the odds of that were slim, basically zero.

Song Qian pouted: When I was supposed to marry Fu Jie, our parents didn’t give me anything. Do you think they’d give anything for my future marriage?

Song Qian took a deep breath: The old man sought me out for a talk today.

Song Ziming knew well; the old man spoke to him personally, mainly to prompt him to notify Zhang Yu, to be wary of Song Qian.

Song Qian suddenly asked: You knew, didn’t you?

Song Ziming responded: Yes, I knew, the old man told me afterwards.

Song Qian: Do you think going abroad would be good for me?

Song Ziming didn’t think Song Qian was actually asking for advice; she was a strong-willed person since childhood, obedient before because she knew she’d benefit.

Now, she was completely liberated, with her own ideas: It depends on what you want, after all, your legs are on your own body.

Song Ziming: If you can endure the finger-pointing and gossip.

Song Ziming left the choice up to Song Qian; he knew she’d definitely choose to go abroad.

Even without giving advice, Song Qian already understood Song Ziming’s stance, and she couldn’t help but smile bitterly, realizing that even with their close childhood bond, there are times when it couldn’t withstand the lure of benefits.

Song Qian: Do you think if I start a business, I could be as successful as Zhang Yu?

Song Qian: When Zhang Yu first entered the stock market, she only had a few million, right? I have tens of millions now; I refuse to believe I can’t succeed.

Song Ziming listened to Song Qian’s logic, utterly shocked: Do you think tens of millions can make waves in the financial market?

Song Ziming worried she’d foolishly lose her money, sighing; he pondered how his parents named her Song Qian – wasn’t it just like sending money away?

It was like giving money to those in the financial circle, Song Ziming thought with a headache. If he wasn’t worried she’d blow all her money then cling to him for more, he really didn’t want to get involved.

Song Ziming analyzed various cases to make Song Qian abandon her foolish ideas.

Song Ziming could say he was parched from talking; he truly considered himself a good brother.

But the effectiveness showed in Song Qian’s defiant responses.

Song Qian obviously disagreed, Song Ziming’s words were full of disbelief in her, doubting her success; who would be convinced?

Song Qian angrily retorted: How would I know my capability without trying?

Song Qian: Also, you never expected Zhang Yu would be so capable; of course, you don’t want to see another person escaping your control.

Song Qian: Zhang Yu, a girl from a humble background who understood nothing, could succeed so much. I, growing up in the Song Family, listening to your business lessons, refuse to believe I won’t succeed.

Song Qian: Song Ziming, just you wait, I’ll show you that even if everyone underestimates my ability and capability, I’ll prove I’m not inferior.

Song Ziming felt a headache, wondering why this girl was so stubborn, deaf to advice: Fine, if you must do this, then suit yourself, after all, you’re an adult now.

Song Ziming: If you make money, great, I’ll be happy for you.

Song Ziming didn’t truly believe Song Qian would succeed: But if you fail, then you’ll have to depend on the family fund to get by.

Song Ziming: As your brother, I can only offer you a place to stay, beyond that, there’s nothing more.

Song Qian: Did you think I’d hold any hope for you or the Song Family?

Song Qian: You’re all just a bunch of people exploiting me, hmph, I’ll become as capable as Zhang Yu, and by then, none of you will have easy days.

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