Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 133 That Gold-Digging Cannon Fodder Woman 21

The secretary stared blankly at Song Xianyin's retreating figure. Had Miss Song really just left like that?

Song Xianyin walked out of the office and sent a voice message to the sales assistant: "Lucy, please save that bag for me, I'll pick it up in a few days."

I'm so lucky today.

The studio also sent her the finished product photos, and Song Xianyin was very satisfied after seeing them, so she posted a beautiful promotional message.

The fan base at this time.

[Let's check the data. The quality of today's promotional posts is quite high; they should go viral again.]

[Mommy looks so happy today, she replied to so many babies!]

How could I not be happy? Jiang Fengyan went to University A today.

[Holy crap! This crazy woman hasn't fallen for Jiang Fengyan again, has she?]

[According to tabloid news, the gold digger was one of the receptionists today [Bonus: a photo of Song Xianyin from today]]

[Such a tender baby, let me give you a kiss.]

The fan group was about to explode.

This fan group is the core internal group for fans. Even without Song Xianyin, almost all the most active fans are in this group.

[So Jiang Fengyan came and spent a few hundred yuan, and fans started shipping them, even making CP videos. What can I say?]

[Those must be casual fans, right? Our fans probably don't ship them, because all the negative things about Song Xianyin are about her dating history. Who would dare ship her?]

[Actually, it was entirely expected that she would get close to Jiang Fengyan, given how extravagant she is with money. Big Sister, please keep a close eye on the plaza during this time.]

[Jiang Fengyan is quite formidable. What if that brat dumps him and he gets furious?]

[Probably not, he seems quite respectable...]

Song Xianyin felt a warm glow in her heart as she read the compliments in the fan group.

She knew everyone would love it.

Under tens of thousands of comments, someone suddenly posted a photo of Song Xianyin and Jiang Fengyan walking side by side, but it was reported the next second.

Song Xianyin is just a few tens of thousands away from reaching ten million followers. She looked at her fan group carefully, thinking about what gifts she should give everyone.

Everyone has spent so much money on her, and now that she finally has ten million, she can't be too stingy.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

The assistant opened the door and found Sheng Nian standing there with a conflicted expression.

The assistant paused for a moment, thinking, "This isn't..."

"Young Master, someone is looking for you," the assistant said.

Jiang Fengyan glanced at Sheng Nian at the door and nodded with amusement.

"Mr. Jiang, did you receive my message?" Sheng Nian mustered her courage and looked at Jiang Fengyan.

Jiang Fengyan laughed and said, "So it was you. I thought it was a scam."

Sheng Nian looked up at Jiang Fengyan and said, "Mr. Jiang, A Yin is several years younger than you. You must know what she's thinking."

"But what she's doing is wrong. Could you help me persuade her?"

Jiang Fengyan frowned: "Excuse me, are you talking about Song Xianyin? What happened to her?"

Sheng Nian knew he was pretending to be stupid: "Mr. Jiang, a family like yours should be with a girl of equal social standing. You and A Yin are not a good match at all."

Jiang Fengyan laughed out loud: "But you and Miss Song are not a good match either. If I remember correctly, Miss Song was trending on social media because of you, right?"

"It's really rude of you not to be able to even give your girlfriend a bag."

Sheng Nian looked at him quietly: "Mr. Jiang, I hope you know that there is more than one way to date."

"I know you're rich, but most relationships in the world are between ordinary people. Not everyone can afford that bag. Don't you think you're being arrogant?"

Jiang Fengyan has no right to point fingers at him. Does he think he's superior just because he's richer?

No, his soul is a thousand times nobler than those dissolute playboys.

Looking at the confident Sheng Nian, Jiang Fengyan suddenly found it somewhat amusing: "But classmate, Miss Song doesn't like this kind of dating style."

He looked at Sheng Nian with a hint of mockery in his eyes: "She broke up with you, didn't she? Because you were just too poor."

Sheng Nian's face turned pale instantly. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but all he could think about was Song Xianyin's disgusted expression.

He murmured, "Ah Yin was wrong..."

She shouldn't be so vain; she's completely enslaved by money.

Jiang Fengyan straightened his suit, looked at Sheng Nian who was standing there dumbfounded, and chuckled: "Sorry, my time is up."

"Let's go." He looked at his assistant beside him.

The assistant quickly followed Jiang Fengyan with the documents, while he glanced at Sheng Nian with a puzzled look.

Given this, how did the old man come to like him? What's so special about him in his prime?

Almost all the people who came to listen to the lecture were students who were interested in Jiang Fengyan.

"I heard he's really handsome, I want to see just how handsome he is."

"This is the eldest son of the Jiang family. Do you think he'll even accept my resume?"

"I'll grab a few group photos then and post them on WeChat Moments to show off."

At this moment, Song Xianyin was scouting locations everywhere. She couldn't wait any longer. It would be best if she could get Jiang Fengyan to lower his guard against her today.

It's really strange. He likes her, but he never takes the initiative.

She was too busy after a while; she had to celebrate the anniversary and take exams, and everything piled up at once.

In the original text, Jiang Fengyan accidentally got trapped in an old office today. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, but the problem is that Jiang Fengyan has claustrophobia.

It just so happened that the school cleaner was being lazy that day and didn't check whether anyone was in the office.

Jiang Fengyan wasn't rescued until midnight. It was a huge operation, with a large number of police officers arriving, and the school was severely reprimanded by the police.

Song Xianyin certainly wasn't kind enough to remind him that she was going to be locked in that office with Jiang Fengyan, and then pretend to comfort him so that he would truly lower his guard against her.

People like Jiang Fengyan are too wary; he's probably still observing her. But she's desperately short of money right now and can't wait that long.

Anniversary gifts can cost a lot of money, so she distanced herself from that bag even further.

She squatted not far from the office, waiting for Jiang Fengyan to come to her.

Time passed slowly, and Song Xianyin's legs went numb from squatting.

Just as she was about to go downstairs to find him, Jiang Fengyan happened to walk in from the end of the stairs.

Upon seeing Song Xianyin, he paused for a moment: "Miss Song?"

Song Xianyin's eyes lit up: "Mr. Jiang, what a coincidence."

The two walked side by side, with Song Xianyin heading towards the office.

Jiang Fengyan looked puzzled: "Miss Song, is the archives room here?"

Song Xianyin nodded, looking at him confidently: "Yes."

It's just an archive that's no longer needed.

Jiang Fengyan frowned as he looked at the dark room. He reached for the light fixture, when he suddenly heard the sound of a door lock clicking behind him.

"Mr. Jiang, why did you close the door?" Song Xianyin's somewhat frightened voice came from inside the office.

Jiang Fengyan was stunned; he hadn't.