Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 106

Jiang Ning had gone to Xiangjiang?

What an incredible coincidence.

Hearing Grandpa Jiang’s reply, Chen Yin almost thought she’d imagined it.

Unsure, she asked, “Do you mean… Miss Jiang is currently in Xiangjiang?”

“Yes.”

Receiving the confirmation from Grandpa Jiang, Chen Yin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In traditional Chinese medicine, the concept of medical affinity was everything.

It seemed Madam Si and Jiang Ning were truly fated to meet.

Chen Yin continued, “Grandpa Jiang, I came to visit Miss Jiang with something I needed to discuss. Since she’s not home, I won’t disturb her. I’ll just call her instead.”

“All right,” Grandpa Jiang said, rising to his feet. “By the way, may I ask your surname, teacher? So when Ningning returns, I can tell her who came by.”

Chen Yin had brought so many things for Jiang Ning, yet Grandpa Jiang didn’t even know her name—it was only proper to ask.

Also, with Chen Yin’s scholarly aura, glasses perched on her nose, Grandpa Jiang could immediately tell she was an extraordinary person, which was why he addressed her respectfully as “teacher.”

“I’m Chen,” Chen Yin replied with a smile. “Grandpa Jiang, you’ve raised an exceptional granddaughter. Miss Jiang once saved my life.”

For Chen Yin, Jiang Ning was not only her lifesaver but had also recognized her talent at a crucial moment.

Thanks to The Pinnacle of Splendor’s breakout success, intangible cultural heritage had suddenly become wildly popular among young people.

Her studio’s fanbase had skyrocketed from one million to over thirty million.

Chen Yin had always studied intangible heritage to let more people understand and fall in love with it.

Now, her goal had been achieved—and in a way far beyond her expectations.

She was grateful she had made the right choice.

Had she not insisted on selecting The Stirring Game, she might never have witnessed this—seeing so many young people embrace intangible culture.

Grandpa Jiang chuckled at Chen Yin’s words. “Ningning has always been kindhearted since she was little.”

He remembered that the marriage to Cheng Zijun had happened because she had saved Grandpa Cheng from falling into the river while fishing.

Grandpa Jiang personally escorted Chen Yin to her car outside the villa.

Once inside, Chen Yin immediately called Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning hadn’t slept well all night.

Her dreams had been bizarre, almost surreal.

In her dream…

A group of people were crying.

Crying desperately.

It was as if they were searching for her—but she stood right in front of them, and yet they couldn’t see her.

As if she didn’t exist.

No matter how hard she tried in the dream, she couldn’t see their faces.

They were so close—yet somehow so far away.

So far.

Ding ding ding—

Her phone rang, shattering the dreamlike haze.

Groggily, Jiang Ning fumbled under her pillow, grabbed her phone, and swiped to answer. “Hello?”

“Miss Jiang?” Chen Yin’s voice came through. “This is Chen Yin.”

“Teacher Chen.” Jiang Ning’s sleepiness vanished instantly. “Why are you calling so early?”

Chen Yin continued, “I’m terribly sorry to bother you. I went to your home earlier, but Grandpa Jiang told me you’re in Xiangjiang. Are you still there?”

“Yes, I arrived the afternoon before yesterday.”

Yesterday, Jiang Ning and Yue Qianlan had visited several attractions around Xiangjiang.

“That’s perfect, Miss Jiang. I have a very important matter to ask for your help.”

“Please, go ahead,” Jiang Ning replied.

“It’s like this… I have an old friend…” Chen Yin explained Madam Si’s current condition briefly, then said, “Miss Jiang, your medical skills are remarkable, and since you happen to be in Xiangjiang, could I trouble you to see my old friend?”

Old friend…

Madam Si!

Could it be… the same Madam Si who had lost both her daughter and granddaughter?

Jiang Ning could hardly believe it—she had just heard about Madam Si yesterday, and now she was being told the woman was critically ill.

Without hesitation, Jiang Ning said, “I have time, Teacher Chen. Send me Madam Si’s address, and I’ll go as soon as I get up.”

She agreed so quickly because of her medical compassion—and sympathy.

Though she had never met Madam Si, Jiang Ning felt genuine sorrow for her plight.

The elderly lady hadn’t even seen her daughter or granddaughter one last time…

Jiang Ning shuddered to imagine the pain if Madam Si passed away without that final reunion.

She would do everything in her power to save this woman she had never met.

Chen Yin, overjoyed, said, “Miss Jiang, I can’t thank you enough for agreeing! Send me your address, and I’ll have the Si family come pick you up.”

“That works.” Jiang Ning added, “I’ll send it to your WeChat right after we hang up.”

“Perfect. We’ll coordinate on WeChat then.”

“Okay.”

Hanging up, Jiang Ning sent her location immediately.

Nearby, Yue Qianlan had been woken up by the phone call.

Rubbing her eyes, she asked, “Ningning, what’s going on?”

“I might have to step out for a while,” Jiang Ning explained. “If you don’t want to be alone, stay at the hotel, or take a walk nearby.”

“Step out?” Yue Qianlan’s drowsiness vanished instantly. “Where are you going?”

Jiang Ning changed her clothes while explaining Madam Si’s situation.

Yue Qianlan’s eyes widened. “The Xiangjiang tycoon, the Si family?”

No way…

What a coincidence! They had just arrived in Xiangjiang, and the Si family was already in trouble.

“I’m not entirely sure, but from what Teacher Chen said, it should be them.”

Yue Qianlan nodded. “Okay, go ahead. I’ll wait for you at the hotel.”

“Thanks.”

Meanwhile, Zhao Yunong received Chen Yin’s call and was ecstatic. She immediately shared the news with the family.

“Huawen! Great news! Aunt Yin just called—Miss Jiang, the miraculous doctor who saved her, is currently in Xiangjiang. Let’s go pick her up!”

Si Huawen was equally excited. “Really?”

“Absolutely.”

The other Si brothers who had returned that afternoon were thrilled as well: Fourth Uncle Si Huatao, Seventh Uncle Si Huabo, and Eighth Uncle Si Huafeng.

“Big brother, sister-in-law, I’ll go with you to fetch the miraculous doctor!” Si Huatao said.

“We’re coming too!” Si Huabo and Si Huafeng echoed.

“No need. You stay at the hospital,” Si Huawen said, looking at his brothers. “My wife and I will go. If anything happens, call me immediately.”

“All right, we’ll wait here,” they replied.

Tang An, visiting Madam Si at the hospital, noticed Si Huawen and Zhao Yunong rushing out.

They were so urgent, they didn’t even notice her greeting.

Frowning slightly, Tang An thought, “What’s happening? Is Madam Si’s condition worsening?”

She hurried toward the hospital room.

A few steps in, she overheard people talking about the Si family.

“Did you hear? The Si family found a miraculous doctor who knows the Golden Needle Blood-Point Technique. Madam Si might be saved!”

“Golden Needle Blood-Point Technique? I thought only the Celestial Physician knew it?”

“No one knows for sure.”

“I bet that so-called miraculous doctor is probably a fraud. The Si family just can’t bear to watch Madam Si die, so they’ve lost their reason and believe anyone.”

Tang An smirked.

A fraud? Perfect.

Her plan was working beautifully. She had arranged for a top medical expert to treat Madam Si, knowing that contrast would highlight her choice.

If the supposed miraculous doctor was a fraud, Madam Si would likely worsen—making the real expert’s skill shine all the more.

Even if the expert couldn’t fully cure Madam Si, the blame could fall on the fraud.

Either way, Tang An would gain recognition and gratitude from the Si family. A perfect two-for-one.

Her excitement growing, Tang An continued up to the VIP floor.

Before entering the room, she adjusted her expression to a worried look, checked it in selfie mode, and only then entered.

The atmosphere in the room was heavy, reflecting Madam Si’s dire condition.

All thirteen of Madam Si’s grandsons had returned, their striking appearances impossible to ignore.

Except for the married eldest, Si Xudong, the remaining twelve were all single—handsome young men without exception.

Tang An’s heart raced.

Thankfully, Shi Sheng was dead; otherwise, she couldn’t imagine her jealousy.

Thirteen brothers. Eight uncles.

And the Si family truly cherished Shi Sheng like a treasure.

Tang An approached Sun Jiaqi and Zhou Ruoying with a sweet, composed smile. “Second Aunt, Fifth Aunt, don’t worry too much. I’m sure Madam Si will recover. By the way, when I was studying abroad, I knew a top medical expert. She’s even more famous internationally than Professor Zhou. I contacted her last night, and she’ll be in Xiangjiang tomorrow.”

She continued, “She said she has a way to clear Madam Si’s intracranial hematoma.”

Zhou Ruoying glanced at Tang An. “An’an, you shouldn’t worry about our family. Big uncle and aunt have already gone to fetch Miss Jiang. She knows the Golden Needle Blood-Point Technique, and we trust she can heal Madam Si.”

Tang An nodded. “I hope so too.”

Her words were measured, stopping just short—once the fraud worsened Madam Si’s condition, the Si family would inevitably come to her, grateful beyond words.

A small, subtle smile tugged at Tang An’s lips where no one could see.

Elsewhere, Jiang Ning waited downstairs at the hotel for the Si family’s car.

The car arrived shortly after.

Si Huawen and Zhao Yunong sat in the backseat as the driver navigated the streets.

Zhao Yunong kept glancing around. “Aunt Yin said the miraculous doctor would be by the roadside. Why don’t I see her?”

The streets were crowded with tourists, mostly young people.

Zhao Yunong assumed the doctor would be at least forty or fifty.

Si Huawen pulled out his phone. “I’ll call.”

Chen Yin had already sent Jiang Ning’s number.

“Go ahead, call her.”

He dialed.

The call connected instantly.

“Hello.”

The voice was beautiful—young and pure.

Because Si Huawen had the call on speaker, Zhao Yunong’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Even Si Huawen was momentarily stunned.

Although Chen Yin had warned them the doctor was young, they hadn’t expected her voice to sound so youthful—like a teenager of eighteen or nineteen.

Si Huawen cleared his throat. “Hello, are you Miss Jiang, the miraculous doctor? I’m Si Huawen. My mother needs your help at the hospital.”

“That’s me.”

“I’m at the address you sent. Where are you now?”

Jiang Ning replied, “I’m downstairs at the hotel, wearing a black trench coat, holding a medical kit, standing under an ancient banyan tree on the east side of the hotel.”

The ancient banyan tree was a well-known landmark in Xiangjiang.

Hearing this, Si Huawen and Zhao Yunong turned toward it—and saw a slender, graceful figure beneath it.

They were stunned.

Heavens…

Miss Jiang was truly that young!

Even from a distance, her poise and demeanor were impeccable.

“I see you. We’re coming over,” Si Huawen said, forcing down his shock, and hung up.

Seeing him hang up, Zhao Yunong worriedly asked, “Huawen, she’s so young… can she really perform the Golden Needle Blood-Point Technique?”

Si Huawen replied, “Aunt Yin recommended her. I trust her judgment. Besides, Mom’s situation is critical—we have to try.”

Zhao Yunong nodded.

He told the driver to pull over, and he and Zhao Yunong stepped out, walking toward the banyan tree.

Seeing them approach, Jiang Ning deduced their identity from their attire and presence, and greeted them, “Mr. and Mrs. Si?”

“Are you the miraculous doctor Aunt Yin introduced to us?” Zhao Yunong asked.

“Yes, I’m Jiang Ning,” she nodded gently.

Seeing her face, Si Huawen froze in place, pupils contracting, his eyes filled with utter disbelief.