Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 42

“It’s fine.”

Compared to Jiang Ning’s embarrassment, Shen Jingnian acted as if nothing had happened at all. He calmly picked up another piece of mung bean cake, expression composed as he took a bite.

Utterly unruffled.

So, calm it was as if the one who had just accidentally grabbed his hand wasn’t him at all.

Inwardly, Jiang Ning gave him a big thumbs-up.

Clearly, she was still too inexperienced. It was just holding hands, what was there to be so flustered about? She should learn from Shen Jingnian’s composure.

Taking a quiet breath, she forced herself to act naturally, continuing to chat with Shen Jingshu and Yue Qianlan. Luckily, the two were engaged in lively conversation and hadn’t noticed anything amiss.

Glancing at his phone, Shen Jingnian said, “Sister, Haotian’s here. I’ll go meet him outside.”

“Go,” Shen Jingshu waved him off without looking.

If she had listened more closely, she might have noticed the slight hoarseness in her brother’s voice.

Stepping into the evening air, Shen Jingnian felt the October chill. And yet, his entire body was overheated. He tugged loose the first button of his shirt.

About ten minutes later, Yun Haotian strolled up. Spotting his uncle standing at the restaurant entrance, he blinked in surprise. “Little Uncle? What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you.” His voice was as steady as ever.

“Waiting for me?” Haotian’s eyes widened. His uncle… was waiting for him? He felt strangely honored.

But then he noticed something off. “Little Uncle, did you drink?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your face—it’s red. Really red. Even your neck’s flushed.”

“It was too stuffy inside,” Shen Jingnian explained.

“Stuffy?” Haotian scratched his head. “But it’s not even hot tonight.”

“I’ve got too much heat in my system,” Shen Jingnian replied in a low voice.

Too much heat?

Haotian’s grin turned mischievous. He sidled closer, whispering, “Sounds to me like Little Uncle needs a girlfriend~”

It was meant as a joke.

But Shen Jingnian’s ears turned scarlet, his face burning hotter. Whatever thought flashed through his mind, he cut Haotian off with a curt, “Your mother’s inside. I’ll be back—going to the restroom.”

He strode away quickly. He needed cold water on his face before he lost control.

Haotian watched his uncle’s retreating figure, eyes wide with disbelief. Then he burst out laughing inwardly.

His oh-so-composed Little Uncle was actually… a pure-hearted old virgin!

…

Inside the restaurant, Haotian found his mother chatting happily with Jiang Ning and another girl.

“Mom. Jiang Ning!” He greeted me brightly.

Jiang Ning smiled back. “This is my friend, Yue Qianlan.”

“Hello, Sister Yue! I’m Yun Haotian, son of this esteemed lady here,” he declared proudly, flashing his usual outgoing grin.

“Where’s your uncle?” Shen Jingshu asked.

“Restroom,” Haotian replied.

She didn’t question further.

…

After the meal, Shen Jingshu said cheerfully, “Jingnian, Haotian can take me home. You send Ning Ning and March back.”

“Alright.” Shen Jingnian inclined his head.

Down in the underground parking lot, his luxury Rolls-Royce Phantom gleamed under the lights.

Jiang Ning and Yue Qianlan slid into the back seat.

“My place is closer,” Yue Qianlan said. “Could you drop me off first, Mr. Shen?”

“Of course.”

Yue Qianlan was quick-witted. She could tell Shen Jingshu was very fond of Jiang Ning and had been subtly nudging her toward Shen Jingnian. And honestly? She agreed.

For a girl as outstanding as Jiang Ning, only a man like Shen Jingnian could truly match her. Ordinary men weren’t worthy.

Together, they looked dazzling—more captivating than any couple on reality TV.

Yes, this was a CP worth shipping. And she’d be their loyal guard.

After dropping her off, the car grew quiet with only Jiang Ning left.

“Do you want music?” Shen Jingnian’s deep, magnetic voice broke the silence.

She blinked, surprised, then smiled. “Sure.”

“You can connect your phone to the Bluetooth.”

He didn’t know her preferences, so he left it to her.

Jiang Ning linked her phone and leaned back, sneaking a sideways glance at him. From her angle, only his profile was visible—sharp nose, chiseled jawline, his features half-shadowed beneath the passing streetlights. Noble. Untouchable.

“Mr. Shen, would you mind if I play opera?” she asked softly.

Many people her age disliked it worried he might as well.

“I enjoy opera too,” his lips curved faintly.

“Really?” Her eyes lit with surprise.

He gave a small nod. “Mm.”

“Then… how about The Precious Lotus Lantern?”

“I like that one.”

So she played it.

The haunting notes filled the car.

Jiang Ning relaxed against the seat, fingers tapping her thigh in rhythm, humming along at her favorite parts. She looked utterly at peace.

From the rearview mirror, her delicate profile came into view—completely absorbed in the music.

She didn’t notice the pair of dark eyes quietly watching her. Nor that the car’s speed had unconsciously slowed.

Twenty minutes later, they pulled up in front of her building.

“Thank you for the ride, Mr. Shen.”

“No need,” he replied, then added in a casual tone, “Miss Jiang, your boyfriend’s shirt—you left it.”

Her head snapped up, confused. “Boyfriend?”

He reached into the back seat with long arms and handed her the shopping bag. Through the opening, a glimpse of a gray polo was visible.

Ugly. Truly ugly.

“This?” Jiang Ning chuckled. “It’s for my grandfather.”

“…I see.” A rare smile tugged at his lips. “The color is quite good. Very suitable for an elder.”

“Thank you. Drive safe, Mr. Shen.”

…

Elsewhere, at the Cheng household.

In the study, Wang Yuan recounted everything she’d seen at the mall to Cheng Zijun.

“Mother, are you sure you weren’t mistaken?” Zijun’s face darkened. “A lady as distinguished as Mrs. Yun… recognizing Jiang Ning as her sister? Impossible.”

He had investigated Jiang Ning before their marriage—she was just a common village girl with nothing to her name.

Even after they wed, she had never hidden anything from him. If she truly knew Shen Jingshu, she would’ve flaunted it.

And they had only been divorced a few days!

For Jiang Ning to suddenly latch onto Shen Jingshu? It was as likely as Mars colliding with Earth.

“Of course I wasn’t mistaken! I even greeted Mrs. Yun myself. She dismissed me like I was nothing,” Wang Yuan huffed. “But with Jiang Ning, she was all smiles—as if she adored her!”

Zijun narrowed his eyes. “You’ve met her before?”

“I even took a picture.” She thrust her phone forward. “Look—isn’t that Mrs. Yun?”

One glance, and his stomach sank. His face clouded over.

It was indeed Shen Jingshu. And beside her—Jiang Ning.

Why?

Why her?

Wang Yuan sighed. “I’m starting to think that fortune-teller was right. That girl might really be blessed with a ‘prosperous husband’s fate.’ We could’ve secured a partnership with the Shen family—but since you divorced her, even that slipped through our fingers. And now she’s wormed her way into Mrs. Yun’s good graces.”

Turning to her son, her voice softened. “Zijun, maybe… maybe you should bring her back. That little village girl loved you like her life. One word from you, and she’d come running, grateful and obedient.”