Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 25

Xue Kai might not have been the most capable man in the world, but there was no way he was going to watch his old friend end up on the streets without lifting a hand to help.

So when he misunderstood both Jiang Ning and Wang Shengli, the latter hurriedly explained,

“No, no—it’s not like that at all! Miss Jiang didn’t run off with the data. In fact, I just got off the phone with our finance department—she’s already wired in the full amount of funds we needed for Pulse!”

“What?!”

“She filled the entire gap?!”

Xue Kai thought he was hearing things. His eyes went wide with disbelief.

“Old Wang, you… you’re not mistaken, right?”

“Not at all. Linda from accounting told me herself.”
As he spoke, Wang Shengli pulled out his phone and showed Xue Kai a screenshot Linda had just sent.
“Here. See for yourself.”

Seeing the massive number in that screenshot, Xue Kai finally believed it.

Holy sh*t.

He couldn’t stop himself from exclaiming,

“This Miss Jiang… she really didn’t scam you?!”

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he never would’ve believed it.

That was one hundred million yuan.
Who in their right mind would throw that kind of money at a struggling, almost-bankrupt game studio?

Jiang Ning wasn’t just rich—she was reckless.

Xue Kai took a long moment to process, then finally raised his glass.

“Old Wang, congratulations. Looks like the clouds have finally cleared.”

Wang Shengli laughed,

“I told you. Miss Jiang isn’t someone who would lie to me.”

Xue Kai added,

“She must be the daughter of some top-tier conglomerate. A real heiress.”

How else could she just casually toss out a hundred million?

This wasn’t a million, or even ten million—this was a hundred.

And it wasn’t even a guaranteed investment—more like a sinking ship.

Wang Shengli clinked his glass with his friend’s,

“I don’t know if she’s some heiress or not—but I do know she’s no ordinary person.
Kai, I’ve got a feeling… Miss Jiang might be the one to lead Pulse to win the Skyward Award this year!”

By the end of that sentence, his eyes were glowing with hope.

Before, he might’ve had 20% confidence in winning that award.

Now?

At least 70%.

…

The Skyward Award.

When that name came up, Xue Kai looked up at Wang Shengli. He wanted to say something—but after a pause, he said nothing at all.

He’d been planning to remind Wang that maybe Jiang Ning had just been trying to prove something with a rich-girl power move.

Just throwing money around for fun.

Being rich didn’t mean having real capability.

Pulse wasn’t just lacking in funds—it was lacking real, long-term partners with actual skills.

Wang Shengli couldn’t afford to pin all his hopes on one person. The Skyward Award had been founded by Master Shen Jiu himself—it was internationally recognized, with sky-high prestige.

On top of that, Xie Huaijin had already jumped ship to Cheng Group.

And it wasn’t just him—elite talents from all over had been swarming to Cheng Group like bees to honey.

At this rate, Pulse would be lucky just to survive in the current game industry climate.

As for the Skyward Award?

That dream was simply too far away.

But in the end, Xue Kai swallowed those words.

He didn’t want to crush his friend’s spirits now.

Instead, he raised his glass again and said, “Old Wang, forget the rest. From now on, whatever path you take—I’m with you. Also, you and your wife will always have a room in my home.”

“Thanks, brother.” Wang Shengli lifted his cup and clinked it with his.

…

Meanwhile…
Shen Group HQ.

A man stood in a crisp white shirt—flawless, spotless.

He held a teacup in one hand and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the 38th floor, gazing down at the city below.

His very presence emanated a kind of sharp, noble pressure that made the air feel heavy.

Knock knock.

A soft knock on the door broke the silence.

“Come in.”

He didn’t raise his voice, but the command carried absolute authority.

It had been a few days since Shen Jingnian’s health scare, and his condition had improved quite a bit.

His assistant entered quietly,

“Ninth Master, it’s time for your medicine.”

Shen Jingnian turned slightly, reaching for the bowl. His hand was long-fingered and elegant, a perfect contrast to the dark, bitter liquid inside the white porcelain.

The pungent scent of traditional medicine filled the air.

Without even a wrinkle on his brow, he drank it all in one gulp—every gesture calm, practiced, and regal.

It was a kind of effortless nobility—nothing like those who tried to imitate status with hollow airs.

“Ninth Master, here’s some candied fruit.”

The medicine was bitter, so the assistant had prepared a sweet chaser.

But Shen Jingnian raised his hand slightly, refusing.

“Leave.”

“Yes, sir.” The assistant bowed respectfully and turned to go.

…

“Uncle!”

Just as the assistant stepped out, Yun Haotian barged in.

“Uncle, how are you feeling today? Any better?”

“Much better,” Shen Jingnian said, calm as ever.
“Just coughed up a bit of blood this morning.”

Blood in the cough?!

The moment he heard that, Yun Haotian’s expression changed. He immediately cut off Shen Jingnian, voice rising with anxiety.

“What do you mean blood? Was there a lot?!”

“Not much. Just a little.” Shen Jingnian replied calmly.

Yun Haotian didn’t waste a second—he pulled out his phone.

“I’ll message Daddy Jiang on WeChat and ask if this kind of thing is normal.”

“…Daddy Jiang?” Shen Jingnian raised a brow.

Yun Haotian quickly explained,

“That’s Miss Jiang! It’s just a nickname!”

“You have her WeChat?” Shen Jingnian’s tone was flat, but there was a sharpness behind it.

Of course, by “her,” he meant Jiang Ning.

“Yeah.” Yun Haotian nodded without thinking.

Shen Jingnian’s gaze swept over him, cool and quiet.

“When did you add her?”

“That night. After I sent Daddy Jiang home.”
But as soon as those words left his mouth, a chill ran down his spine—as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water down his back. He reflexively reached up and rubbed his neck.

So strange.

There was nothing there, yet the feeling lingered.

At that moment, Shen Jingnian casually picked up a pair of scissors from his desk.

Snip—

He clipped off an overreaching branch from the ornamental fern on the table.

Plop.
The fresh green stem dropped onto the dark wood surface.

Yun Haotian suddenly felt like he was in danger.

He had this illusion—no, premonition—that his uncle was ready to cut him down, too.

Seriously though, wasn’t adding someone on WeChat… kind of a normal thing?
It wasn’t like he’d committed a crime.

Just then, Shen Jingnian’s cold voice sliced through the air again:

“You two… are you close?”

The tone was indifferent—but icy, layered with frost.

Before Yun Haotian could even answer, Shen Jingnian continued.

“Between you and her—whether in intelligence, capability, or knowledge—there’s a chasm you’ll never cross. Even if I gave you ten more years, you’d never catch up. Never walk beside her as an equal.”

Yun Haotian blinked, stunned.

“Catch up? I’m not trying to pursue Daddy Jiang or anything!”

“I just see her as my idol, that’s all! Following your idol isn’t the same as chasing a girlfriend! Not ten years, even if it takes twenty or thirty—I’ll keep following her! Daddy Jiang is my eternal role model!”

By the end, his eyes were practically sparkling with admiration.

Sure, his old idol had always been Shen Jingnian.

But from now on?

Jiang Ning was number one.

Hearing those words, the cold aura around Shen Jingnian’s body visibly eased.

He tapped a finger lightly on the desk and didn’t say anything more.

Yun Haotian, however, narrowed his eyes at his uncle, watching him carefully.
He remembered how weird he’d just been acting and suddenly had a realization.

“Uncle… be honest with me. Are you jealous?”
“You’re jealous I added Daddy Jiang on WeChat… and you didn’t!”

After all—Shen Jingnian never talked about women.

And Jiang Ning? She was the first and only one he’d ever brought up.

So obviously…

He was jealous!

“Jealous?” Shen Jingnian let out a cold snort.
“I’m not as childish as you.”

Pffft. Jealous over a WeChat contact?

Not at all.
Not even the slightest bit.

He totally, completely, absolutely didn’t care about adding Jiang Ning.

Nope. Not at all.

“Oh, alright. Just making sure,” Yun Haotian shrugged, grinning.
“For a second I thought you wanted her contact too.”

Just as he was about to keep talking, his phone buzzed—a WeChat reply from Jiang Ning.

Yun Haotian quickly checked it, then let out a breath of relief.

He handed the phone to his uncle.

“Uncle, look—Daddy Jiang says this kind of thing is totally normal. It’s part of the lungs healing themselves, and the body is just purging out toxins. As long as you keep taking your medicine, there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Good.” Shen Jingnian nodded slightly, then asked calmly.
“By the way—how’s that matter going?”

That matter?

“Huh?” Yun Haotian looked confused. “Which one?”

“Who’s backing Cheng Zijun?” Shen Jingnian clarified.

Hearing that, Yun Haotian let out a helpless laugh.

“Uncle, you still haven’t let that go?”

“I’m telling you, there’s no mystery backer. Cheng Group is all thanks to Cheng Zijun himself.”

“I’ve looked into everything. The only other person coming and going from his office during that time was his ex-wife—Jiang Ning.”

“But come on, there’s no way she’s the mysterious genius behind it all, right?
She’s just some countryside girl. So the only explanation… is Cheng Zijun himself.”

Afraid that Shen Jingnian would mistake Cheng Zijun’s ex-wife Jiang Ning for Miss Jiang—the one who treated his illness, Yun Haotian hurried to clarify:

“Uncle, just so you know—Cheng Zijun’s ex-wife Jiang Ning and the woman who saved you, Daddy Jiang, are definitely not the same person!”