Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man

Chapter 1205: Chapter 1205: Don’t Want to Owe Favors

“Right, Song Zishan is deliberately copying you step by step; she’s intent on irking you!” Zhou Yan slapped the coffee table, which emitted a loud thud that caused Zhou Hengyang, who was next door communicating with the factory, to frown in displeasure.

He made a mental note against Little Aunt in his heart.

“First, she saw you publish a book, so she published one as well. Fine, let her publish; we don’t care. But her underhanded tactics against us are just despicable. Seeing that she couldn’t outdo you in publishing, she wanted to buy a magazine agency to beat you. But then you launched your own brand and firmly suppressed her; I bet she’s about to explode with rage.”

Zhou Yan had Song Zishan’s intentions figured out completely.

“Nowadays, there’s no shortage of magazine agencies in the country, but most deal with youth literature. As for one that focuses on beauty, trendy fashion, and goes for the style of Fashion Passion, those are rare. Fashion Passion is the most successful, so it’s not surprising that she would set her sights on it.”

Su Wen speculated that her appearance on the cover must have caught Song Zishan’s eye, hence her decision to focus on launching a fashion magazine.

Chief Editor Xia listened with slight astonishment, but she quickly composed herself and regained her calm. Whatever the catalyst was, she was certain about blaming Song Zishan. It was Song Zishan who forced her into a corner, leaving her with nothing.

She wouldn’t foolishly blame Su Wen.

Su Wen cast a meaningful glance at Chief Editor Xia and then stealthily exchanged a look with Zhou Yan.

“What do you want me to help you with?” Su Wen, having learned what she wanted to know, decided to speak frankly, “Consider this a favor I owe you. As long as it’s within my capabilities, I will definitely repay this favor.”

She would rather owe money than owing a favor.

Money is easier to repay than a favor.

But if someone helps you, you must acknowledge it and repay it when necessary. As long as it’s within her power, she wouldn’t back down.

Chief Editor Xia clenched her teeth, her expression slightly fierce, “I want Fashion Passion to go out of business, leaving Song Zishan utterly defeated.”

“You…” Su Wen looked at Zhou Yan in surprise, not expecting Chief Editor Xia to be so ruthless — truly someone who could study abroad in this era and come back to launch a fashion magazine.

That’s just ruthless.

Most people wouldn’t have the resolve or the heart to do this.

First, Fashion Passion employed many staff members, all recruited by Chief Editor Xia. If Fashion Passion went out of business, they would become jobless.

Second, Fashion Passion was her creation, built from her own efforts. Although it was now in someone else’s hands, not everyone could bear to see it collapse. However, this matched Su Wen’s taste perfectly, for she would have done the same.

Why should what she created from scratch benefit her enemy?

After being fired by Song Zishan, none of the employees she personally recruited took a stand, so why should she show any leniency?

Let the floodgates open — vengeance must be served.

“Alright, give me three days,” Su Wen felt a burst of stifled yet bold energy surge from the depths of her heart. Without a second thought, she extended three fingers, “This outrage, even if you don’t voice it, I want to. Time and again treating others like fools, they really think I, Su Wen, am easy to bully. She wants a name? I’m going to make her the laughingstock of everyone.”

“Fantastic, that’s the spirit!” Chief Editor Xia stood up from the sofa, animated, and swung her fist forcefully, “She had me banned in the whole industry, pushing me into a corner with nowhere to turn. If I can see her fall, I’d do anything.”

After speaking, her eyes sparkled as she looked at Su Wen, full of excitement and anticipation. Gone was the haughtiness from their first meeting.