Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 37

Cheng Zijun was absolutely furious!

He couldn’t understand — what the hell was Jiang Ning trying to pull?!

Was she really using some ridiculous stunt like being late to show how important she thought she was in his heart?

What a joke.

To him, Jiang Ning was nothing but trash.

If it weren’t for his plan to gain full control of Pulse Games, he wouldn’t even want to spare her a single glance.

Just thinking about her made him feel filthy.

Hearing Cheng Zijun’s words, Lin Yuze had a complicated look on his face. He hesitated a moment, carefully choosing his words. “Zijun bro, I think… Jiang Ning isn’t the same Jiang Ning as before.”

Trying to manipulate her with threats now might not have the effect Cheng Zijun imagined.

As the saying goes: “A woman with no man in her heart swings her sword like a god.”

And right now, Jiang Ning was clearly that kind of woman.

“Not the same Jiang Ning?” Cheng Zijun sneered. “And which Jiang Ning would she be then? Don’t overthink it. She’s just a lowborn country bumpkin—what can she possibly become? No matter how she changes, she’ll never hide that pathetic, lowly nature of hers!”

Lin Yuze looked at him, more serious now. “Zijun bro, calm down and think it through. If Jiang Ning really wanted to get back together with you… she would’ve shown up today.”

With how clingy she used to be, the moment you called, she’d have rushed over like a puppy, no matter what. She definitely wouldn’t have kept you waiting like this.

“She’ll come!” Cheng Zijun narrowed his eyes. “She’s just playing hard to get again, trying to manipulate me. You just make sure you pass my message along—tell her to drop the act. I’ve had enough of these games. There’s a limit to everything. I’m only giving her one chance!”

With that, he turned and stormed off.

Recently, Shen Group had suddenly announced their collaboration with Pulse Games, causing a massive blow to Cheng Corporation. There were still countless problems at the office waiting for him—he didn’t have time to waste here on Jiang Ning anymore.

…

Meanwhile, in the Capital City — The Shi Family Estate

In the solemn, incense-filled ancestral shrine, the elderly Madam Shi knelt quietly on a prayer cushion. Her white hair was neatly tied; hands pressed together in devout prayer.

“Merciful Bodhisattva, please bless me… let me find my poor daughter-in-law and granddaughter soon. Please, have mercy on this pitiful old woman. Let me live to see the day I hold my grandchild again…”

Her voice trembled as she spoke.

By the end of the prayer, she pressed her forehead to the floor in a deep kowtow.

When she lifted her head again, her eyes were red, and her forehead swollen from kneeling so long.

“I’ve lived my life faithfully, eating vegetarian, reciting scriptures. I’ve never done harm to anyone. Why must the heavens punish me so cruelly?”

“At my age, I should be surrounded by family, enjoying my twilight years… yet my son has been lying in a coma for nineteen years. My daughter-in-law vanished without a trace. And my poor granddaughter—whether she’s even alive or dead—I don’t know.”

“If I sinned in a past life, then punish me instead. Strip me of skin, grind my bones, send me to the lowest depths of hell—I can bear it!”

“But why punish my poor, innocent granddaughter? Why let her suffer alone, out there in the world?”

“What sin could a child commit?”
“What crime did a baby commit?!”

By now, Madam Shi was weeping uncontrollably, her voice hoarse from sorrow.

“Mother, please don’t kneel anymore! Get up!”

At that moment, Shi Family’s eldest daughter, Shi Yue, hurried into the shrine, rushing to help her mother up.

“Your body’s already weak, and you’ve been kneeling since morning. You can’t take this anymore!”

…

Nineteen years ago.

Madam Shi’s eldest son, Shi Nanxing, had taken his wife Si Huashang and their three-month-old baby daughter, Shi Sheng, back to their hometown for the ancestral rites.

But on a treacherous mountain road, their car skidded and plunged off a cliff.

The entire family was thrown from the wreckage.

The driver died on the spot.

Since that crash, Shi Nanxing had remained in a vegetative state—unconscious for nineteen years.

As for Si Huashang and the baby, they vanished without a trace. Not a single clue, not even a body.

Some said the mother and child had been devoured by wild animals in the mountains.

But Madam Shi never believed it.

She held fast to one belief: “If there are no bodies, they must be alive.”

In her heart, she was sure—perhaps Si Huashang had merely lost her memory from the accident. Perhaps she had taken the baby and was quietly living somewhere else.

Maybe… just maybe… they were living well.

…

To find the last remaining bloodline of the Shi family,

Madam Shi had spent the past nineteen years supporting poor rural villages, donating to schools and charities across mountain areas.

She spent nearly a hundred million yuan every year in hopes of finding her lost granddaughter.

“Oh, my darling Shengbao… when will you come home to see your grandmother again?” Madam Shi clutched her daughter’s hand, sobbing so hard her body trembled.

“Shengbao” was her granddaughter’s childhood nickname.

She had adored the girl beyond words. From the moment she was born, Madam Shi had declared her the future heir of the entire Shi family.

She had planned to pass the vast family business to her.

But fate was cruel.

Before her granddaughter even had a chance to grow up, tragedy struck.

In truth, Madam Shi had never been the kind of woman to cry easily.

She had lost her husband young, yet she bore the heavy weight of the Shi family name—running the entire Shi Corporation while raising two children on her own.

When tragedy struck in middle age—her beloved son turned into a vegetable, her daughter-in-law and infant granddaughter vanished without a trace—she had gritted her teeth and held on.

Because she believed: one day, she would find them.
One day, her family would be whole again.

But now…

Nineteen years had passed.

She had gone from a determined 42-year-old matriarch to a weary 61-year-old woman.

And with each passing day, that sliver of hope… was slowly slipping away.
Her body was growing weaker. Her energy, fading.

It was a kind of despair no one could understand.

She didn’t even know if she would still be alive when her granddaughter returned home.

She dreamed of them—repeatedly. In every dream, she saw her daughter-in-law and her little grandchild safe and smiling.

But every time she opened her eyes… it was just a dream.
Empty. Cruel. Cold.

No one knew what that felt like.
No one could possibly understand the loneliness, the pain.

She just wanted her granddaughter back.

Over the past 19 years, many young women had come to the Shi family, claiming to be her long-lost “Shengbao.”
Some even looked eerily like her son, Shi Nanxing.
But every DNA test ended in bitter disappointment.

“Shengbao will come back. I know she will.” Shi Yue, her daughter, hugged her tightly, eyes red with emotion.
“She will! And you still have An’an too, Mom. An’an is your granddaughter. She’ll be good to you—she’ll give you the joy you deserve.”

Tang An’an was Shi Yue’s daughter, full name Tang An, 22 years old.

A genius in every field. A classic high-society heiress.

But Madam Shi gently shook her head, wiping her tears. “An’an is An’an. Shengbao is Shengbao. Yes, they are both of Shi family blood… but they’re not the same.”

“Only Shengbao is Shengbao.”

No one could replace her.
No one.

Shi Yue’s eyes darkened slightly at those words, though she quickly lowered her gaze, masking her emotions.

Madam Shi didn’t notice the flicker in her daughter’s expression. She simply sighed and said, “Yue’er, come with me. Let’s go see your brother.”

Even though Shi Nanxing was in a vegetative state, Madam Shi visited him every single day—without fail.

“Alright, Mom.” Shi Yue nodded and gently supported her mother as they walked to another courtyard within the estate.

…

Soon, the mother and daughter arrived at Shi Nanxing’s residence.

The Shi family’s genes were good. Shi Nanxing had been extraordinarily handsome in his youth.

Even now—over forty, with silver creeping into his hair and lines etched at the corners of his eyes—he still held a quiet dignity.
Lying on the bed, his breathing was calm and even.
If it weren’t for the nasogastric feeding tube in his nose, no one would guess he was in a vegetative state.

Madam Shi sat by the bed, clutching his hand tightly. Her voice trembled as she spoke.

“Nanxing… won’t you wake up? Just say something to your mother…”

“Only if you wake up, will I finally know what really happened in that accident.”

“It’s been so many years… don’t you care about your mother’s pain? Don’t you want to find Huashang and Shengbao?”

Madam Shi had never believed that accident was just that—an accident.

No, it didn’t feel right.

It felt deliberate.
Planned. Targeted.

She suspected a rival family had hired someone to do it.

But back then, the investigative tools were limited. By the time the police arrived, a heavy rain had already washed away nearly all traces of the crash.

The driver was dead.
The others—vanished or comatose.
There were no useful clues.

In the end, it was simply labeled: “accidental car crash.”

But Shi Nanxing was the only person who knew the truth.

Only he had been there. Only he could reveal what really happened that day.

And only when he woke, could they finally bring the true culprits to justice.

Shi Yue stood silently behind her mother, eyes reddening again.
She bent forward slightly and took her brother’s hand in hers.

“Nanxing… wake up, please. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting. I’ve waited for this moment… for nineteen years.”

At that moment, a housekeeper walked in, holding a small bag of Western medicine.

Shi Yue quickly wiped away her tears and offered, “Let me give Nanxing his medicine.”

The housekeeper handed the pre-crushed pills to her.

Shi Yue expertly dissolved them in water and gently fed them into her brother’s stomach via the feeding tube.

Her movements were practiced, calm—it was clear she had done this many times before.

In fact, Shi Yue and her brother had always been close. She made a point to personally administer his medication every few days.

Madam Shi sat beside the bed, watching her son with tears streaming silently down her cheeks.

“Nanxing… my son… if you just lie here like this, how is your mother supposed to keep living? How am I supposed to go on?”