Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 1

“Let’s get a divorce!”

“I only married you to fulfill my grandfather’s dying wish. The one I love… is Shuyi.”

“Zijun, I love you. I’ll die without you!”

“Then go die.”

“…”

Jiang Ning jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat, her chest heaving with panic.

The room was massive.
Lavishly decorated like a palace.

Staring at the unfamiliar surroundings, Jiang Ning froze.

What’s going on?
Wasn’t she… dead?

Just then, a torrent of foreign memories surged into her mind.
Images flickered in her eyes—
A man’s cold, disgusted gaze.
A woman sobbing on her knees, begging not to be divorced.

After nearly ten minutes of mental chaos, Jiang Ning finally pieced it all together.

There was no mistake.

She had been reborn.

The body’s original owner was also named Jiang Ning—a poor girl from the countryside with no family background, abandoned as a baby and raised by a kindly old man who had no blood ties to her.

Six months ago, she married into the powerful Cheng family in City A.
A wild phoenix seemingly turned into a noble swan.
The world envied her as the new Mrs. Cheng.

But how did a village nobody marry into one of the city’s top wealthy families? That story started a year ago.

One year ago, she saved Old Master Cheng from drowning during a seizure.
The moment he laid eyes on her, he was stunned—not just by her beauty, but by what fortune-tellers called a “prosperous wife’s face.”

At the time, the Cheng Group was drowning in an unprecedented financial crisis.
Grateful for saving his life—and desperate to save his family’s legacy—Old Master Cheng defied all objections and insisted his grandson Cheng Zijun marry Jiang Ning.

Shortly after the marriage, the once-crumbling Cheng Group made a shocking comeback and flourished by the day.

From being mocked as a fallen aristocrat, Cheng Zijun quickly rose to fame as the sharpest dark horse in the financial world—hailed by the media as a once-in-a-decade genius.

But the higher Cheng Zijun climbed, the less he could stand Jiang Ning.
To him, she was just a lowly country girl—no pedigree, no education, no qualifications.
How could she possibly be worthy of him?

In the six months since their marriage, they had never shared a bed, not even once.

Then, a month ago, Old Master Cheng died of a heart attack.
And Cheng Zijun’s white moonlight—Zhang Shuyi—returned from overseas for the funeral.

Eager to be with his true love again, Cheng Zijun ruthlessly kicked Jiang Ning out and demanded a divorce.

To him, marriage had always been a tool—a means to an end.
But the original Jiang Ning had fallen for him, hard. She gave him her heart, her soul, everything.

Desperate to stay, she even knelt before Zhang Shuyi, begging her to leave Cheng Zijun alone.

But Zhang Shuyi only sneered:
“In love, the one who’s not loved is the real third party.”

With nowhere else to turn, Jiang Ning threatened Cheng Zijun:
“If you insist on leaving me… I’ll die.”

And he replied coldly:
“Then die.”

With her heart shattered, she downed an entire bottle of sleeping pills.

But—
Cheng Zijun seemed to have forgotten something crucial.

Jiang Ning wasn’t just a good-luck charm. She had an incredible natural talent for business.
Even Old Master Cheng once admitted she outshone him—after just two months of mentoring.

The miracle recovery of the Cheng Group?
That was all Jiang Ning.

She worked behind the scenes, silently cleaning up Cheng Zijun’s messes and drafting proposals—never asking for credit, just to protect his pride.

Just a week ago, she had stayed up all night perfecting the bid he submitted to the Shen Group.

Without Jiang Ning, Cheng Zijun would have long been buried in the ruthless world of commerce.
He wouldn’t be the “dark horse” everyone praised.

She was the true dark horse.

…

BANG BANG BANG—

Suddenly, a loud knocking broke through the silence.

“Jiang Ning! I’m warning you, dying won’t solve anything! Once the sun rises tomorrow, we’re getting that divorce no matter what!”

It was Cheng Zijun’s voice.

To him, the Cheng Group was back on track. He was now the rising star of the financial world.
And Jiang Ning?
Useless.

Useless people should be thrown away.
Now that the company had him, what else did it need?

Jiang Ning frowned slightly and was about to answer the door when she looked down—
She was only wearing a light gray silk nightgown.
The fabric was thin, nearly see-through, her alluring curves faintly visible beneath.

Tsk.

Nice figure.
Jiang Ning smirked.

Such a perfect body shouldn’t be wasted on that scumbag outside.
She turned and headed for the dressing room.

The walk-in closet was filled with clothes.

But nearly all of them… were the same lifeless color.

Gray.

Jiang Ning’s delicate brows furrowed.

Even the old granny next door—who’s 98 years old! —wouldn’t dress in head-to-toe gray.

The original Jiang Ning was only nineteen—young, full of life. How could she not love dressing up?
The reason for this dreary wardrobe?
Because gray just happened to be Cheng Zijun’s favorite color.

She had completely lost herself in this marriage.
Like a puppet, she forced herself to imitate everything he liked.

After searching for a long while, Jiang Ning finally dug out the only white T-shirt and a pair of light-washed jeans, throwing them on.

She walked over to the mirror and took a good look at herself.

The girl in the reflection had a graceful figure.
In her white crew-neck tee, her elegant swan-like neck and delicate collarbones were subtly revealed.
When she smiled, two small dimples appeared on her cheeks.

She looked… about 30% similar to how Jiang Ning looked in her previous life.

But the girl had always lacked confidence due to her lowly background.
Desperate to show Cheng Zijun her “best self,” she wore thick makeup every day—her natural features completely buried under heavy foundation, with exaggerated black eyeliner so sharp it nearly flew off her face.

It was garish. Vulgar.
And it made her look years older than she actually was.

Downright unbearable to look at.

Jiang Ning originally wanted to wipe it all off before heading downstairs, but after rummaging through the bathroom and failing to find any makeup remover, she gave up.

Instead, she casually grabbed a coat, draped it over her shoulders, and—still wearing her over-the-top makeup—headed downstairs.

…

The living room downstairs was filled with people.

On the sofa sat four individuals:
Cheng Zijun.
His mother, Wang Yuan.
His younger cousin, Wang Qingke.
And his second grand-uncle, Cheng Jixu.

The moment Jiang Ning appeared; Wang Yuan rolled her eyes dramatically.

This little village girl really thinks putting on a silk dress makes her royalty?
Wearing that garish makeup so late at night—did she want to scare someone to death?

Wang Yuan had disapproved of Jiang Ning from the very beginning.

If Old Master Cheng hadn’t insisted on this marriage, she would never have allowed her precious son to marry this nobody.

Her son was the darling of the heavens—a once-in-a-decade prodigy in the financial world!

And Jiang Ning?

Just a bumpkin who didn’t even finish high school!

In Wang Yuan’s eyes, Jiang Ning wasn’t even worthy of carrying her son’s shoes.

She never believed Jiang Ning had any real business talent.
Even if someone had to leave the Cheng family, it wouldn’t matter—so long as it wasn’t her son.

That’s why she fully supported the divorce.

As far as she was concerned, only someone like Zhang Shuyi—a woman with noble lineage and glowing reputation—was qualified to be her daughter-in-law.

Jiang Ning?
Not even worthy of polishing Zhang Shuyi’s toenail.

…

Jiang Ning ignored the ridicule in Wang Yuan’s eyes, walked straight up to Cheng Zijun, and tossed the divorce papers on the table.

“Sign it.”

Cheng Zijun looked up, his gaze full of disdain as he stared at Jiang Ning’s overly made-up face.

Disgusted in his chest.

He shot to his feet, grabbing her wrist tightly.
“What are you up to now, Jiang Ning?!”

She shook him off, irritation flashing in her bright, beautiful eyes.
Her voice rose.

“Didn’t you want a divorce? I’ve already signed it.”

Divorce?

Already signed??

For a moment, everyone in the room thought they’d misheard.

Wasn’t Jiang Ning supposed to cry, scream, and throw herself on the floor like she always did?
Wasn’t she the type to fake a suicide just to make him stay?

Why was she being so… calm?

Something’s not right.
Way too out of character.

Besides, Jiang Ning was a peasant girl through and through.
Once divorced, she’d lose everything—status, wealth, even her identity as Mrs. Cheng.

Could she really bear that?

Was she truly willing to give it all up and return to being that poor, forgotten village girl?

Even Cheng Zijun couldn’t quite process it.

Jiang Ning had loved him to the bones so much that she lost herself in that love.
She was willing to die rather than let him go.

How could someone like that suddenly be so… agreeable?

Something’s off.

Was there a problem with the divorce agreement?

Frowning, Cheng Zijun picked up the papers and read through them word by word.

Once.
Twice.

There was nothing unusual.
And on Jiang Ning’s page—her signature was right there.

Clear and bold.

What the hell is going on?!

He turned to look at her again, brows knit, eyes full of frustration.

“Jiang Ning, what kind of trick are you playing this time?!”

He was done with her.
Done with the mind games, the emotional blackmail, the exhausting drama.

He didn’t have the time—or the patience—to keep playing her push-and-pull games.