Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 23

At this very moment, Shen Jingnian could never have imagined that soon, he’d be dying to say “I’ll repay you with my life” to Jiang Ning hundreds of times a day, just hoping she’d hear it.

Of course—

That’s a story for later.

Right now, Shen Jingshu frowned slightly as she looked at her brother.

“Is repaying with your life really that cliché?”

Shen Jingnian arched a brow.

“Falling for a pretty face and thinking about marriage—isn’t that what’s truly cliché?”

That wasn’t “repaying with your life”—
That was just lust at first sight.

In any case, he wasn’t going to fall for Jiang Ning.
And he certainly wasn’t going to offer himself in repayment.

“Fine, fine,” Shen Jingshu nodded, “Then remember what you said today. Don’t you dare turn into one of those ‘cliché’ men later—because I will laugh at you!”

A slight smile tugged at Shen Jingnian’s lips.

“What are you smiling at?” Shen Jingshu narrowed her eyes.

Shen Jingnian’s tone was slow and calm.

“Sis, what makes you think something like that could ever happen to me?”

He wouldn’t be swayed by worldly emotions.
He wouldn’t become one of the “common folk.”

Shen Jingnian was a man with a plan, with goals. He would never throw his future off course just for a woman.

If he hadn’t just come back from death’s door, Shen Jingshu would’ve smacked him upside the head already!

…

Fifteen minutes later, the car pulled into the residential complex where the Jiang family lived.

The night was deep, shadows heavy.

Yun Haotian got out of the driver’s seat and respectfully opened the back door.

“Miss Jiang, we’ve arrived.”

Jiang Ning stepped out gracefully.

Then Yun Haotian took a bank card from his pocket—the one Shen Jingshu had handed him at the hospital.

“Oh right, Miss Jiang. My mom told me to make sure you got this. The PIN is six sixes.”

Jiang Ning took it without hesitation.

“Thank Madam Yun for me.”

“There’s no need to thank us. This is your well-earned reward!”

“I’ll head up, then.” Jiang Ning paused just before entering the building, turning her gaze back to Yun Haotian.
“I’ll come again in two weeks to follow up on Mr. Shen’s condition.”

“Got it.” Yun Haotian hesitated, then suddenly called out,
“Miss Jiang, wait—”

“Something else?” Jiang Ning stopped and looked back.

Yun Haotian scratched the back of his head, then pulled out his phone with a nervous smile.

“C-can I add your WeChat?”

Then quickly added,

“So I can pick you up for my uncle’s follow-up appointment!”

Tonight, Jiang Ning had completely won over Yun Haotian.

At this moment, she was nothing short of a goddess in his eyes—
A goddess who could do anything.

“Sure.” Jiang Ning wasn’t about to refuse free transportation in two weeks.

She pulled out her phone and brought up her QR code.

Beep!

Friend request sent.

Her WeChat username was simple: just a capital N.
Her profile picture was an abstract line drawing of a woman’s side profile.

Yun Haotian figured the N must stand for Ning.

He added her with a quick note.
Two characters—

Jiang Dad.

After the friend request went through, Jiang Ning headed upstairs.

Yun Haotian turned and drove off.

…

When Jiang Ning opened the front door, she found the lights in the living room still on.

Grandpa Jiang was sitting on the sofa, fiddling with his phone.

As soon as he saw her, he stood up.

“Ningning, you’re back!”

“Grandpa.” Jiang Ning glanced at the wall clock—it was already past 3 a.m.
“Why haven’t you gone to bed yet?”

“Too old to fall asleep early.”
That wasn’t the real reason—
He’d been waiting for his granddaughter to come home.

Even though she’d told him in advance where she was going, how could an elder not worry when a young girl heads out in the middle of the night?

The moment he finished speaking, he yawned widely.

“Go get some rest, Grandpa. Don’t wait for me next time.” Jiang Ning quickly said.

“Alright.” Grandpa Jiang nodded, closing the curtains as he prepared to sleep.

Jiang Ning entered her room and began her nightly routine.

Even though it was late, she still drew a medicated bath for herself.
It lasted an hour.

Afraid she’d fall asleep in the tub; she even set a timer.

After the bath, she took out the bank card Yun Haotian had given her, transferring all the funds into her personal account.

She took a quick glance at the balance.

It started with a 9—

And had seven digits total.

As expected of the Shen family—
Generous.

Then again…
The life of Shen Ninth Master was worth every penny.

Jiang Ning had no intention of letting that money sit in the account gathering dust.
She needed to double it quickly—to fund her upcoming investment in Pulse.

…

After dropping Jiang Ning off, Yun Haotian returned to the hospital.

Although Shen Jingnian was now out of danger, he still needed to stay under observation for one more day before being discharged.

By the time Yun Haotian arrived, Shen Jingshu and Yun Zhengyi had already left.

“Uncle, where’s my mom?” he asked curiously.

Shen Jingnian flipped a page of his financial newspaper.

“I told them to go home.”

Yun Haotian nodded.

Then Shen Jingnian asked,

“You dropped her off?”

“Yeah.”

“Any updates on who’s backing Cheng Group?”

Shen Jingnian was genuinely interested.
For a company like Cheng Group to rise so fast, the mastermind behind it had to be formidable.

“Still nothing solid.”
Yun Haotian sat down at the bedside.
“Uncle, I really think you’re overthinking it. There’s no puppet master behind Cheng Group. That so-called ‘mysterious expert’ is just Cheng Zijun himself. You’re giving him too much credit.”

Shen Jingnian’s phoenix-like eyes narrowed slightly.

“It absolutely isn’t Cheng Zijun.”

Seeing how insistent his uncle was, Yun Haotian could only sigh helplessly.

Just then, Yun Zhengyi walked in from outside, carrying two insulated containers in his hands.

“Jingnian, your sister had the housekeeper prepare some traditional medicine. You need to drink it while it’s hot! And this one—this is a nourishing soup.”

He then turned to Yun Haotian.

“Haotian, why don’t you stay here tonight and keep your uncle company? Or… should I stay too?”

“I can manage by myself, you don’t need to stay,” Yun Haotian said quickly.

Shen Jingnian took the bowl of bitter medicine and sipped from it.

“Brother-in-law, I’m already almost fully recovered. There’s no need for either of you to stay tonight. I can handle it.”

“How could you handle it alone? Let Haotian stay with you!” Yun Zhengyi insisted, then turned to Yun Haotian again.
“Alright, then I’ll head back. Your uncle’s in your hands now. If anything comes up, call me or your mom immediately—got it?”

“Got it, Dad.” Yun Haotian nodded obediently.

After giving a few more instructions, Yun Zhengyi finally turned and left.

…
Meanwhile- at Pulse Games.

Wang Shengli sat at his desk, buried in paperwork.

The company was in turmoil. Every detail required his personal attention. For the past half month, he hadn’t had a single good night’s sleep.

Knock knock knock—

A knock broke the silence.

“Come in,” he said without even lifting his head.

A figure stepped through the door.

“Still working overtime, Old Wang?” said the visitor—Xue Kai, Wang Shengli’s longtime friend.

He had watched Pulse Games rise to glory under Wang Shengli’s leadership, and now, he was watching it slowly fall apart.

He set a steaming cup of milk on Wang Shengli’s desk.

“Here, drink something warm and take a break.”

Wang Shengli rubbed his temples, exhaustion written all over his face. He pushed the cup away.

“What I need right now is an iced Americano, not warm milk.”

“An iced Americano? Look at you! You’re killing yourself at this rate,” Xue Kai said, clearly exasperated.

Wang Shengli leaned back in his chair and stayed silent.

Xue Kai studied him for a moment, then finally said,

“Old Wang, I’m not sure if I should say this. But we’ve been friends for over a decade. I can’t just sit here and say nothing—
While Pulse still has some value left, let it go. Sell it.
Ever since Xie Huaijin left, there’s no one else in this country who can build a AAA game with you.”

Truthfully, Pulse Games wasn’t a total wreck just yet.
If Wang Shengli was willing to let go, he could still come out unscathed.

Why else would Cheng Zijun suddenly become interested in acquiring the company?

But if he kept clinging on like this, not only would Pulse be ruined, Wang Shengli would drag himself and his family into a financial abyss—dodging loan sharks for the rest of his life.

Xue Kai didn’t want to watch his old friend go down like that.

Wang Shengli knew his friend meant every word.

Over the past few weeks, the so-called “brothers” and “buddies” around him had all vanished.
Only Xue Kai still showed up with sincerity.

But—he just couldn’t let go of Pulse.

Pulse was his youth.

It was his dream.

He had to prove to the world that Wang Shengli could still make a great game.

He pressed his fingers against his temples, then looked up at Xue Kai.

“Pulse still has Miss Jiang. I believe in her.”

Xue Kai had never met this legendary Miss Jiang, but from what he’d heard from Wang Shengli, she sounded like just another big-talking scammer.

He couldn’t help but scoff.

“She said she’d solve your funding issues, right? It’s been three days—where’s the money?”

Wang Shengli, in his desperation, was grasping at straws.

If Jiang Ning really had that kind of power, she would’ve wired the money already instead of keeping him in suspense.

Not only would she not help—
She’d probably end up being the final straw that broke the camel’s back.

Xue Kai sighed heavily.

“Old Wang, just face reality. Are you really going to let your wife and Kongkong suffer with you for the rest of their lives?”

Kongkong was Wang Shengli’s son.
Just 8 years old—barely in second grade.

At the mention of his son, Wang Shengli’s expression shifted.

He’d risen from nothing, and if his company collapsed, he personally could endure it.

But… what about his child?

In that moment—

Wang Shengli began to waver.

After all, everything he was doing now was for his son.

Xue Kai pressed on,

“Look, Cheng Zijun from Cheng Group is riding high right now.
He’s basically gathered every top gaming talent in A City under his banner.
You can’t beat that. Let it go. Rather than throwing yourself into a losing battle, sell Pulse now.
At least that way, your wife and son can still live comfortably.”

When a man reaches a certain age, he must think beyond just career ambitions—
He has to think about the people around him.

Ding-dong.

At that moment, Wang Shengli’s phone buzzed.

It was a WeChat message from Jiang Ning.

In that instant, it was like a ray of light pierced the fog. The hesitation in his heart vanished completely.

“A’Kai, that’s enough. I believe in Miss Jiang! She’ll lead Pulse Games to win this year’s Skyward Award—and take us to the very top! She hasn’t fixed the funding gap yet, but she must have her reasons!
And besides—she said she’d do it within ten days. It’s only been three.”