Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 41

Wang Yuan and Wang Qingke grew increasingly certain—there was no way Shen Jingshu had been calling for Jiang Ning!

After all, Shen Jingshu looked down even on the Cheng family.

What was Jiang Ning compared to them?

From within the crowd, Jiang Ning heard her name. She turned slightly, and when her eyes landed on Shen Jingshu, she walked over.

“Mrs. Yun.”

At that moment, Wang Yuan and Wang Qingke exchanged looks, their faces full of disbelief.

That little country bumpkin—was she so shameless as to think Shen Jingshu was calling her?

Ridiculous!

Didn’t she know her own place? What kind of identity did Shen Jingshu have, and what kind of identity did she have?

To dare imagine such a thing—what arrogance! What a joke!

Just wait—Jiang Ning would be humiliated soon enough.

And the embarrassment would be ten times worse than what Wang Yuan had just suffered herself.

The thought alone soothed Wang Yuan’s wounded pride, and Wang Qingke’s expression turned gleeful as she prepared to watch the spectacle unfold.

But before they could enjoy the scene, Shen Jingshu strode forward with genuine warmth.

“Miss Jiang, it really is you! I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.”

Her words were full of respect, her tone unconsciously laced with deference.

Though Jiang Ning was young, her temperament, bearing, and experience were nothing like that of ordinary people. Even Shen Jingshu, a noble heiress of a wealthy family, couldn’t help but feel she stood lower in comparison.

“Mrs. Yun,” Jiang Ning greeted politely, “I didn’t expect to meet you here either.”

“That means we’re fated,” Shen Jingshu smiled, pulling Jiang Ning’s hand affectionately. “To be honest, seeing you feels like seeing my own younger sister. If you don’t mind, why not call me Sister Shen? Then I’ll call you Ning Ning. How about that?”

Originally, she had wanted Jiang Ning to call her Aunt Shen.

But if she wanted to bring Jiang Ning home as her future sister-in-law, calling her aunt would mess up the generations.

So, sister it had to be.

“Alright, Sister Shen.” Jiang Ning agreed without hesitation, her voice calm and generous.

Hearing this, Shen Jingshu’s smile nearly split her face. Without delay, she slipped the jade bracelet off her own wrist and fastened it onto Jiang Ning’s.

“This is Sister’s gift for you, Ning Ning. You mustn’t refuse.”

Before Jiang Ning could react, a luxury bracelet worth seven figures was already adorning her wrist.

“Sister Shen, this is far too valuable!” Jiang Ning tried to protest.

“Valuable? Nonsense! Do I look like someone who’d care about a bracelet? Besides, the fact that this piece of jewelry has landed on your wrist is its fortune.”

Holding Jiang Ning’s hand firmly to stop her from taking it off, Shen Jingshu turned to the young woman standing beside her.

“And this is?”

Jiang Ning quickly introduced, “Sister Shen, this is my good friend Yue Qianlan.”

Shen Jingshu’s gaze softened. Yue Qianlan, feeling the weight of that presence, hurriedly said, “Hello, I’m Yue Qianlan. My nickname is March—you can call me March.”

“No need to be nervous,” Shen Jingshu replied with a kind smile. “Since you’re Ning Ning’s good friend, you’re my sister too. Just call me Sister Shen.”

“Alright, Sister Shen.” Yue Qianlan nodded obediently.

Watching this scene, Wang Yuan and Wang Qingke’s faces drained of all color.

This… how could this be happening?

Why was Shen Jingshu treating Jiang Ning with such warmth? Why was she letting her call her sister? And even gifting her a bracelet worth hundreds of thousands?

Did Jiang Ning… have some hidden identity?

Wang Qingke’s jealousy burned so hot it nearly spilled from her eyes. Her body swayed as though she could barely remain standing, her hands clenching into fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms until blood welled up—yet she didn’t even feel the pain.

…

Shen Jingshu was far too enthusiastic, insisting on inviting Jiang Ning and Yue Qianlan for a meal. Unable to refuse, Jiang Ning followed along.

The three arrived at an exclusive, members-only restaurant.

Handing the menu to Jiang Ning, Shen Jingshu said, “Ning Ning, March—order whatever you like. Don’t be polite with Sister.”

“Thank you, Sister Shen.”

“Oh, that reminds me,” Shen Jingshu added with a smile, “I actually came here today with my younger brother. I sent him upstairs to fetch something. You don’t mind if I call him over to join us for dinner, do you?”

Jiang Ning glanced at Yue Qianlan. Her friend chuckled. “Of course not. The more the merrier.”

“Perfect. I’ll call him then.”

With that, Shen Jingshu stepped outside to make the call.

…

Meanwhile, in the parking lot, Shen Jingnian had already gotten into the car with Yun Haotian.

As Haotian connected his phone to play opera music, Shen Jingnian frowned and pressed his temple. “Change it. That noise gives me a headache.”

“You just don’t understand art, Little Uncle!” Haotian muttered, switching the opera to light music.

At that moment, Shen Jingnian’s phone rang.

“Hello, Sister.”

Hearing her demand that he comes eat with them, Shen Jingnian immediately refused. “I’m already on the road. I don’t have time—”

But before he could finish, Shen Jingshu interrupted sharply. “Ning Ning and her friend are here too. Get over here. Now.”

The man’s tone flipped instantly, his voice dropping low, serious. “Alright. I’ll be there right away.”

Yun Haotian, having heard the entire exchange, chuckled. “Little Uncle, didn’t you say you didn’t like Jiang Ning? The moment my mom mentioned her, your face changed.”

“She’s my savior,” Shen Jingnian replied coolly. “Sharing a meal with her is the least I can do. Don’t twist it into something else. Not everything in this world is about romance.”

“Mm-hmm,” Haotian smirked. “And you expect me to believe that?”

…

Ten minutes later, Shen Jingnian arrived at the restaurant.

The moment he stepped inside, his powerful presence drew every gaze in the room.

Yue Qianlan had expected some boyish young man. Instead, the man before her was extraordinary, with an aura so commanding it felt like facing an emperor.

“Brother,” Shen Jingshu called warmly. “Come, sit here.”

As he sat beside her, Yue Qianlan felt the air grow heavy. She was secretly relieved he’d chosen the seat across from Jiang Ning, not her. Otherwise, she might not survive the pressure.

Stealing a glance at Jiang Ning, she noticed—her friend looked completely at ease.

As expected of a true powerhouse. Yue Qianlan silently gave her a thumbs-up in her heart.

Introductions were made. The conversation flowed smoothly, mostly thanks to Shen Jingshu’s bright nature. Even Jiang Ning, who normally wasn’t talkative, found herself speaking more than usual.

All the while, Shen Jingnian leaned back lazily, silent, his eyes occasionally falling on the girl across from him.

Ning Ning’s demeanor was natural, unforced, even as she ate. Unlike the ladies of high society who cut pastries into dozens of tiny pieces, she simply took a bite of her mung bean cake, elegant yet unpretentious.

By the time she reached her sixth piece, Shen Jingnian’s brows lifted slightly. Were they really that good?

Reaching out, he tried one. The taste was delicate, not too sweet, fragrant with milk. Before he realized it, he had eaten two more.

Just as he reached for another piece, Jiang Ning’s hand extended at the same time.

Without looking, her fingers brushed his—and she even squeezed lightly.

Shen Jingnian’s hands were always cold, while her palm was warm. The collision of hot and cold sent a jolt like lightning up their arms, searing through their bodies.

Both froze.

Jiang Ning lifted her gaze, meeting his eyes head-on.

For a heartbeat, the world stilled.

Thump, thump, thump.

Their hearts pounded wildly, heat flooding the air around them.

Jiang Ning quickly drew back her hand. “S-Sorry.”