Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 2

“Another cheap trick?” Jiang Ning’s lips curled into a cold smile. Her voice was icy as she spoke, “Mr. Cheng, if you’re not going to use those ears, why not donate them? I must’ve been blind to mistake a piece of sh*t like you for gold. But guess what? My eyesight’s fine now—so sign the papers. Immediately.”

Cheng Zijun narrowed his eyes.

Fake.
She was pretending.

There was no way Jiang Ning could be this calm. She must be putting on a show just to catch his attention again!

Thinking of her low-level, manipulative tactics, Cheng Zijun felt utterly disgusted. He signed the divorce papers at lightning speed and said coldly, “See you at the Civil Affairs Bureau. Monday morning, 8 a.m. sharp.”

It was Friday. Government offices wouldn’t be open on the weekend.

There were two copies of the divorce agreement. Jiang Ning took one, calmly tucked it into her bag, and looked at Cheng Zijun with an emotionless gaze—like she was staring at a stranger.

“I’ll be there on time.”

Everyone in the room had been bracing themselves for a dramatic meltdown from Jiang Ning. Screaming. Crying. Desperate begging.

No one expected her to turn and leave so cleanly, so decisively.

Wang Yuan squinted suspiciously and muttered,
“That country bumpkin is definitely playing hard to get. Just wait, she won’t show up on Monday.”

But then, Cheng Jixu—who had remained silent until now—spoke up.
“I don’t think so.”

Rather than a game of push and pull, Jiang Ning looked more like someone who had suddenly woken up.

Wang Yuan scoffed. “Second Uncle, you’re seriously overestimating that bumpkin! I’ve spent over six months with her—no one knows better than me how head over heels she was for my darling son.”

Cheng Jixu turned to Cheng Zijun, voice more serious now.
“Zijun, are you sure you want to go through with the divorce? If she’s gone… what about the company?”

He had heard bits and pieces about Jiang Ning from his older brother.

And he knew—this niece-in-law wasn’t ordinary.

When his brother had been bedridden, he had specifically held Cheng Jixu’s hand and pleaded with him.
If Zijun ever tried to divorce Jiang Ning out of foolishness, stop him at all costs.

Now that Zijun had made this sudden decision, Cheng Jixu couldn’t help but feel deeply uneasy.

He paused, choosing his words carefully.
“Zijun, Cheng Group barely survived its last crisis. We can’t afford another storm. And with the company at such a critical growth point—are you confident you can still win the Skyward Award without her?”

Cheng Group specialized in developing online games.

And the Skyward Award, the highest honor in the gaming world—was their ticket to dominance.
Whether Cheng Group could beat their competition and go international all hinged on that award.

But at this turning point… Cheng Zijun wanted a divorce?

Cheng Jixu was beyond concerned.

At those words, rage flared in Cheng Zijun’s chest. He looked up and snapped, “Second Uncle, are you saying I’m less capable than a bumpkin?”

He never believed that Cheng Group’s success had anything to do with Jiang Ning.
Aside from tweaking a few proposals and reviewing some documents, what had she really done?

He, Cheng Zijun—top finance graduate of A University—was he not better than a country girl with no education?

With Jiang Ning gone, Cheng Group would only rise higher.

Cheng Jixu frowned slightly. “Jiang Ning’s background may be humble, but her business talent… isn’t something you can dismiss.”

Wang Qingke snorted, face full of sarcasm.

“Business talent? That bumpkin?” She scoffed.
“Grandpa Cheng, you’re getting senile. The one with real talent is my brother. He’s the one who pulled Cheng Group back from the brink—not her! She didn’t even finish high school, and you expect her to support the company?”

“And don’t forget—my brother’s latest proposal received personal praise from Master Shen! Forget the Skyward Award, my brother might even become the first person in City A to collaborate with the Shen Corporation!”

Master Shen.

Barely thirty years old, yet already a titan in the Chinese financial world.
And the dream man of every unmarried woman in the country.

Naturally, Wang Qingke was no exception.

The fact that Cheng Zijun had received praise from Master Shen was, in her eyes, proof enough of his brilliance.

Pride swelled in Cheng Zijun’s chest at her words.

That’s right.

He was a prodigy personally acknowledged by Master Shen. His future would be nothing short of dazzling.

Wang Yuan nodded in agreement. Her niece was absolutely right. Jiang Ning hadn’t even finished high school—how could she possibly possess real business acumen?

Now that Cheng Group was on track, keeping her around would only drag them down!

With that in mind, Wang Yuan looked toward Cheng Jixu and said with a smile:
“Second Uncle, this is our family’s matter. If you really think Jiang Ning is such a business genius and it’s a shame to let her go…, why don’t you take her back with you? Zi Tao’s still single, after all.”

Cheng Zitao, the only grandson of Cheng Jixu, had been aimless and unaccomplished since graduating college—a stark contrast to Cheng Zijun.

At those words, Cheng Jixu’s expression darkened.
Let Cheng Zitao marry the woman Cheng Zijun discarded?

What exactly did Wang Yuan mean by this?

“Hah! Well, well, since you two have clearly made up your minds, this old man won’t be the unpleasant meddler.” He turned to Cheng Zijun and said with gravity, “Zijun, I hope you won’t regret this one day!”

Regret?

A flash of disdain passed through Cheng Zijun’s eyes.

Divorcing someone like Jiang Ning was a relief—why would he ever regret it?
Besides, he had a brilliant proposal in hand now.

As long as he secured the deal with the Shen Corporation, the entire city of A would soon belong to the Cheng family!

…

It was already deep into the night.

Jiang Ning walked along a deserted street, backpack slung over her shoulders. She had just pulled out her phone to hail a ride when faint cries for help reached her ears.

“Help…”
“Please help me…”
“….”

Jiang Ning’s ears twitched. She quickly locked onto the source of the sound and broke into a run.

Following the voice, she turned into a pitch-dark alley—and saw a group of thugs surrounding a girl.

Her clothes were already torn, revealing pale, bare skin that looked stark and vulnerable under the streetlamp.

“Stop right there!” Jiang Ning shouted sharply.

The assaulted girl looked up instantly.

She saw a slender figure standing in front of her, backlit by the streetlight. The woman wore a baseball cap, her posture cool and steady. Though her face wasn’t visible, she descended like a hero from the sky.

Hope lit up in the girl’s eyes. “P-Please help me!”

The gang of thugs turned around. One of them, a tattooed man, smirked lasciviously when he saw Jiang Ning.

“Well, well, another one delivered to us! Brothers, looks like tonight’s our lucky night!”

The others were cackled, eyes full of malice.

“Let her go,” Jiang Ning said, voice cold.

The tattooed man sneered, “And what if I don’t?”
As he spoke, his filthy hand groped the girl’s chest.

Jiang Ning didn’t waste another word.

She leapt forward with swift and lethal precision, each strike clean, fast, and merciless.
Before the assaulted girl could even process what was happening, half of the gang had already been taken down.

Seeing his comrades fall, the tattooed thug panicked. He whipped out a fruit knife and pressed it against the girl’s neck, his eyes bloodshot.

“D-Don’t come any closer, or I’ll kill her!”

The girl paled again.
She could already feel the sting of the blade breaking skin, hurting.

Jiang Ning’s senses were still recovering from her recent rebirth. The original body wasn’t physically strong to begin with, and she had exhausted most of her energy just now.

As she silently calculated her next move, a small stone suddenly whizzed from the other end of the alley, striking the tattooed thug’s knee.

Crack!

With a cry of pain, the thug crumpled to the ground.
At that moment, a figure dashed into the scene like a gust of wind.

He stood tall like a jade tree, dressed in a white shirt with sleeves casually rolled up to reveal strong, toned forearms.

His movements were sharp and skilled—within moments, the rest of the thugs were down.

Jiang Ning seized the opportunity to rush over to the girl, draping her own coat over her and shielding her torn clothes.

“Don’t be afraid. You’re safe now,” she said gently.

Her voice was like sunlight in the depths of winter—warm, reassuring, and safe.

The girl felt all her fear melt away. She threw herself into Jiang Ning’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Thank you… thank you so much…”

If not for Jiang Ning, tonight would have ended in ruin.

Bang!

The last thug hit the ground.

The man calmly pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped invisible dust from his fingers. The moonlight cast a silver glow across his face.

He lowered his gaze, his cool, magnetic voice laced with intrigue,
“Impressive moves.”

Jiang Ning lifted her head—and met a pair of deep, foxlike eyes.

The man had a stunning face, dignified and cold like moonlight, his features noble and proud. He looked as if he walked straight out of a dream.

Their eyes locked.

His gaze was sharp like a beast lurking in the dark, capable of delivering a fatal blow.
There was chill, there was danger—but Jiang Ning didn’t flinch.
She met his eyes with quiet composure.

“You’re not bad either,” she replied with a faint smile.

She… wasn’t afraid of him?

The man visibly froze for a second.