Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 14

The shift in He Suosuo’s expression didn’t escape Jiang Ning’s notice.

She gave a slight nod in acknowledgment.

Jiang Ning was a simple person.

If someone treated her kindly, she’d return that kindness.

And clearly, He Suosuo harbored hostility toward her—so Jiang Ning saw no reason to get close.

He Sufang turned to her daughter, “Suosuo, go get some of those local treats we brought back from T Country last month. Let your grandpa and your cousin Ning Ning have a taste.”

“Okay, Mom.”

He Suosuo turned and walked toward her room.

Jiang Dongsheng handed a freshly steeped cup of tea to Jiang Ning, chatting politely before casually bringing up, “Ning Ning, how come your husband didn’t come with you today? You know, ever since you two got married, your husband hasn’t visited us even once.”

He Sufang chimed in with a hopeful smile, “That’s right, Ning Ning. You should bring him over when you have time. We’d love to host him.”

After all, Cheng Zijun was the rising star of A City’s financial world.

With their current social standing, people like them had no access to someone like that.

But things were different now.

Now Cheng Zijun was Jiang Ning’s husband. Their family’s status had naturally risen along with hers.

Jiang Ning’s eyes lowered slightly.

Ah—so that’s why they had been so enthusiastic after seeing her.

Mystery solved.

Just as Grandpa Jiang was about to speak, Jiang Ning raised her head and said calmly and sincerely,
“Uncle, Aunt, I’ve divorced Cheng Zijun.”

Divorced.

The word dropped like a stone in a still pond.

The entire room went quiet.

After more than ten seconds, He Sufang finally found her voice, turning toward Jiang Ning in disbelief,
“N-Ning Ning… you’re not joking, right? Why would you get divorced just like that?”

Jiang Dongsheng added quickly, “Ning Ning, you must be kidding, right?”

“No joke. We’re really divorced. The paperwork’s done.” Jiang Ning’s tone was so calm, so indifferent—it was as if she were simply talking about what to have for breakfast.

He Sufang swallowed hard and turned to look at Grandpa Jiang.

The old man gave a solemn nod, silently confirming that Jiang Ning was telling the truth.

At that exact moment, He Suosuo walked in holding a bag of snacks—and caught the tail end of the conversation.

Her previously twisted expression instantly lit up with joy.

Divorced!

Wonderful news.

She’d known it all along: with a man like Cheng Zijun—handsome, rich, and from an elite family—there was no way he’d truly fall for someone like Jiang Ning.

A country bumpkin wrapped in glitter is still a pile of mud.

If the setting had been different, He Suosuo probably would’ve laughed out loud.

Right now, the faces of He Sufang and Jiang Dongsheng turned several shades darker—like someone had smeared paint across their expressions.

Who could’ve imagined Jiang Ning would actually get divorced?

She had to be crazy!

The Cheng family was no ordinary family.
They were top-tier elite!
A status that people like them could never even dream of touching.

He Sufang had been planning to cozy up to Jiang Ning—to sweet-talk her into introducing Suosuo to one of those wealthy second-generation heirs.

After all, He Suosuo was beautiful.

If Jiang Ning could marry into the Cheng family, surely Suosuo could too.

But Jiang Ning had ruined everything.

She actually divorced!

Now that the tie to the Cheng family was cut, who was going to introduce He Suosuo to the rich and powerful?

How was she supposed to marry into wealth?

Her dream of seeing her daughter become a rich young madam was shattered. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.

He Sufang stood up, glaring at Jiang Ning. “How could you make such a huge decision without consulting us first?!”

As soon as she finished speaking, she reached out and grabbed Jiang Ning’s hand, snapping,
“Come! You’re going with me to the Cheng family right now to apologize! Beg your husband for forgiveness!”

Jiang Ning coldly shook her off.
“Why would I need to consult you? My marriage is my business.”

Her movement didn’t even look forceful, but He Sufang stumbled backward from the impact, nearly falling flat on the floor.

Grandpa Jiang immediately stood and pulled Jiang Ning behind him, “Sufang! That’s enough!”

He Sufang was shaking with fury.

Of all times to make a scene, Jiang Fuhai had to choose now?

The tension in the room was thick.

Jiang Dongsheng quickly stepped in.
“Sufang, Dad—calm down, both of you.”

He turned toward Jiang Ning, softening his tone slightly, “Ning Ning, don’t get upset either. Your aunt is just worried. Divorce isn’t a small matter—you could’ve at least told the family first. Besides, you know how society is. A woman being divorced—it’s not a good look.”

He sighed.
“Tell your uncle, why did you decide to divorce your husband?”

Jiang Ning replied coolly, “Cheng Zijun had another woman outside.”

She wanted a divorce because of that?

Jiang Dongsheng felt a surge of anger, but tried to remain calm.

“Ning Ning,” he said with forced patience, “come on—this is real life. Even average men mess around outside. Let alone a wealthy heir like your husband. It’s normal for men like him to have a few women on the side. What man doesn’t cheat?”

He leaned forward, tone turning a bit stern, “Do you have any idea how lucky you are to marry into a family like the Chengs? And now you want a divorce over something so trivial? Are you out of your mind?”

To Jiang Dongsheng, Jiang Ning was being completely unreasonable.

And what’s worse—she was ruining his own daughter’s future.

If he could, he would drag Jiang Ning straight back to Cheng Zijun, force her to kneel and apologize.

So what if the man had a mistress?

Big deal!

But before he could say more—

“Jiang Dongsheng!” Grandpa Jiang’s voice boomed like thunder.
“Do you even hear yourself right now? Do you still have any sense of right and wrong?”

He rose to his feet, his tone grave and proud.
“If Cheng Zijun betrayed his marriage vows, then Ning Ning has every right to divorce him. I fully support her!”

“Our Jiang family may be small and humble, but we stand tall. We may not compare to the Chengs in power or wealth, but we have dignity. We’ll never grovel to those who wallow in filth!”

At this point, Grandpa Jiang turned to He Sufang, voice stern.
“And you, Sufang—put yourself in her shoes! If Dongsheng was the one cheating, would you still be so calm and ‘rational’? Sometimes, you don’t know pain until the knife’s in your own back!”

Grandpa Jiang had always been a mild-tempered man.
He rarely raised his voice, especially in front of his son and daughter-in-law.

His sudden outburst stunned Jiang Dongsheng and He Sufang into silence. Neither dared say a word.

After a long moment, Jiang Dongsheng finally spoke up, flustered, “Dad, that’s not what I meant…”

“Then what did you mean?” Grandpa Jiang let out a heavy sigh.
“Dongsheng, listen to me—people can be poor, but they can’t lack dignity. Sure, we’re not as powerful as the Cheng family now, but if we work hard, if we push ourselves, I believe we can surpass them one day!”

He Sufang let out a cold laugh.
“Dad, you’re being way too naive. Do you have any idea how hard it is for ordinary people to change their social class? Forget it—you wouldn’t understand even if I explained.”

The Cheng family?
And them?

What gave them the right to think they could surpass the Chengs?

Jiang Ning, that useless bumpkin?

Forget this lifetime—even in the next one, or the one after that, Jiang Ning would never rise above the Chengs!

Just thinking about Jiang Ning being divorced gave He Sufang a headache. She pressed her fingers to her temples in frustration.

Then suddenly—
Jiang Ning spoke up.

“It’s not that difficult,” she said calmly.

“What did you say?” Both He Sufang and Jiang Dongsheng looked at her, confused.

Jiang Ning met their eyes, her voice steady and slow.
“I said, surpassing the Cheng family… isn’t difficult at all.”

To her, it wasn’t even a challenge.

He Sufang burst out laughing, unable to hold it in.

Even He Suosuo, standing nearby, couldn’t hide the ridicule in her eyes.

Did Jiang Ning even understand what she was saying?

Just because she’d once married into a wealthy family, she thought she was hot stuff now?

Please.

Now she was just used goods—tossed aside and unwanted.

At this point, Jiang Ning didn’t have a prayer of marrying into another elite family.
Honestly, finding a normal man would be a miracle.

What kind of decent man would want a divorced woman?

And here Jiang Ning was, dreaming about surpassing the Chengs.

Delusional.

“I believe in Ning Ning.” Grandpa Jiang’s voice cut through the tension.

His eyes sparkled with unwavering faith.
“As long as we work hard, we’ll surpass the Cheng family one day.”

Jiang Dongsheng rolled his eyes in exasperation.
He didn’t even bother arguing anymore.

“Dad,” he said instead, “you mentioned earlier you had something important to discuss with us. What is it?”

His tone was clearly colder than before.

Grandpa Jiang sighed, finally getting to the point.
“It’s like this. Ning Ning is divorced now, and she’s still young. She should continue her education—only by getting into a good university can she build a future.”

“I spoke to a teacher from First High School. With the right connections, they’re willing to bend the rules and accept her. You two are close with the teachers there, aren’t you? So I’d like to ask you to help arrange it.”

He paused, then added, “Also, since your place is close to the school, and Suosuo’s already in her senior year, I was thinking—it might be good for Ning Ning to live here too. They could look out for each other.”

He Sufang cut him off before he could finish, her face full of disbelief.
“What are you saying right now? You want her to live here? Go to school with our Suosuo?”

“Mm,” Grandpa Jiang nodded.
“This house was a betrothal gift from Old Master Cheng, remember? If it weren’t for Ning Ning, do you think you’d be living here at all?”

Six months ago, when Jiang Ning married Cheng Zijun, Old Master Cheng had gifted this luxurious duplex villa—over 300 square meters—as a bride price. It was his way of thanking Grandpa Jiang for raising Ning Ning.

The home had two floors, eight rooms total, over 200 square meters of living space—not counting the massive garden.

Located right next to the city’s top high school, it was a true prime district property.

If Jiang Ning stayed here, school would be just a short walk away. Plenty of room. Zero inconvenience.

Before this, Jiang Dongsheng and He Sufang had been crammed in an old, run-down apartment—barely scraping by.

Now they lived in a literal dream home.

But instead of gratitude, He Sufang burned with rage.

Let Jiang Ning move in?

Over her dead body.

That old fool might think this was a great idea—but she would never let an outsider live under her roof.

Sure, Old Master Cheng had bought the place as a gift for Jiang Ning’s marriage. So what?

He was dead.
And the property deed?
Had her and Jiang Dongsheng’s names on it.

That meant the house belonged to them now—not Jiang Ning.

If that little wretch thought, she could come back and claim it?

Not a chance in hell.

Grandpa Jiang noticed the hesitation in He Sufang’s eyes and added gently, “Sufang, don’t worry—Ning Ning is a good child. Once she gets into a good college and makes something of herself, she won’t forget everything you’ve done for her. She’ll take good care of you.”

A good college? A bright future?
Jiang Ning?

He Sufang was speechless.

“Dad,” she said, voice full of sarcasm, “aren’t you working as a janitor in a residential complex right now? If nothing else, you could help Ning Ning find a receptionist or front desk job there. She could make two or three thousand a month—better than sitting at home daydreaming all day!”

Then she turned to Jiang Ning, tone sharp and scornful.
“Honestly, she doesn’t look like she has what it takes to study.”