Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 46

At that moment—

The entire crowd froze.

No one had expected it.

The old lady… had really woken up.

And the timing—perfectly precise.

Exactly three minutes.

“She’s awake! That old lady actually woke up!”

“Heavens!”

“Unbelievable—this girl actually has real skill!”

“So incredible… So, this is ancient medicine… this is true inheritance.”

In the blink of an eye, the voices of the crowd shifted.

Who could have imagined that Jiang Ning truly possessed such ability?

The old lady’s voice trembled weakly as she looked at Jiang Ning, her eyes shining with gratitude.
“Little… little benefactor, thank you for saving me.”

Normally, she paid close attention to her health. She often watched videos about preventing heart attacks. The instant she collapsed, she had known—this was sudden cardiac infarction.

Her mind had been clear, but her body refused to respond. The golden rescue window was only ten minutes.

Miss it, and the consequence was death.

Even though bystanders had called 120 right away, the ambulance was trapped in traffic. By the time Jiang Ning arrived, seven or eight minutes had already passed.

If Jiang Ning had hesitated for even one second—she would not have survived.

Even though she was awake now, a deep fear lingered in her heart.

The moment Jiang Ning’s golden needle pierced her skin, she realized she had encountered a savior.

The old lady tried to push herself up, but Jiang Ning immediately pressed her hand down gently.
“Grandma, don’t move yet. Stay lying down.”

Though confused, the old woman obediently gave up trying to stand.

Jiang Ning explained calmly, “I just used golden needles to clear your heart meridians. You must remain resting here for several minutes before attempting to stand. If you move too much right now, you could faint again immediately.”

“Yes, little benefactor.”

Only after a few more minutes did Jiang Ning carefully help the elderly woman to her feet.

The old lady gazed at her; eyes filled with admiration and heartfelt gratitude.

When she had collapsed, countless voices around her had accused Jiang Ning—calling her a fraud, even a scammer. Almost no one dared lift a hand to help.

Only Jiang Ning had stepped forward.

If not for this girl, she would already be nothing but a cold body.

“My little benefactor, my name is Chen Yin. May I ask your surname?”

“Surname Jiang,” Jiang Ning replied lightly.

“The Jiang of Jiang Ziya?”

“Yes,” Jiang Ning nodded faintly.

Immediately, Chen Yin bowed solemnly.
“Miss Jiang, your life-saving grace, I will never forget it! Please, allow me an address, or at least some way to contact you. I must thank you properly in person.”

Her gratitude was sincere.

She had been ready to die. Ready to leave this world on a lonely roadside.

But Jiang Ning had given her a second life.

To call this girl a reborn parent was not an exaggeration.

And yet, Jiang Ning only smiled softly.

Though she looked no more than seventeen or eighteen, her natural aura carried an elegance and steadiness that commanded respect.

Worldly yet unworldly. Such a girl was far too rare.

“Grandma Chen, you are too polite. To heal and save is the duty of every doctor. I merely did what I should. Nothing more.” She quickly gathered her bag. “But please, remember—you must avoid exertion for the time being. Wait here for the ambulance. I have other matters to attend to, so I will take my leave.”

“Little benefactor, wait! At least give me your address, or your contact information—!”

But Chen Yin could not chase after her, not with her frail body.

Within ten minutes, the ambulance arrived.

Chen Yin was taken to the hospital for further examination.

…

At the hospital, Chen Wanli—her son—rushed in with his secretary after receiving the call. He found the attending doctor anxiously.
“Doctor, I am family of the woman just brought in—Chen Yin. How is my mother’s condition?”

The doctor smiled reassuringly.
“Your mother suffered a sudden heart attack. It was very dangerous. Fortunately, a passerby provided timely aid. That is why she escaped death. You must thank that person properly—your mother has been given a second life.”

Relief washed over Chen Wanli’s face. His shoulders finally dropped.

“Thank heavens…”

The doctor continued, “But she will need at least two days of observation in hospital. Please complete the admission paperwork.”

“Understood.”

Soon, Chen Wanli entered the VIP ward.

“Mom, you nearly scared me to death! Why didn’t you go out with Xiao Liu and Xiao Zhang today?”

Chen Yin chuckled. “I just wanted to take a walk alone. Who knew I’d suddenly suffer a heart attack? But I’m fine now, nothing to worry about. Though Wanli, you should have come earlier—then you would have met the little benefactor who saved me. If not for her, I’d already be gone.”

“I heard from the doctor. Mom, give me her number. We must personally thank her properly.”

Chen Yin’s expression turned regretful.
“She only left her surname. Not even her full name. But I’m certain she lives locally. Wanli, you must find her! In this age of big data, it won’t be difficult.”

Her words planted deep curiosity—and respect—into Chen Wanli’s heart.

In this world, there were few who did good deeds without leaving their name.

“What was her surname? And how old was she?”

“Jiang. The Jiang of Jiang Ziya. She looked only seventeen or eighteen. And very beautiful.”

Wanli froze.
“So young? And a girl?”

He had seen many brilliant doctors of Chinese medicine. But none so young. Most were well past fifty.

Chen Yin nodded firmly. “Yes. That’s why she is remarkable.”

Shock and awe filled Chen Wanli’s eyes. After a long silence, he nodded.
“Alright, Mom. I’ll arrange for someone to find her right away.”

…

Royal Court Restaurant.

Wang Shengli had been waiting.

Jiang Ning arrived, led by the waiter, her steps light but steady.
“Sorry, I ran into a little accident on the road. I’m late.”

“No matter, Miss Jiang. I only just arrived myself.”

With a smile, he signaled for the dishes to be served.

Soon, plates of delicacies filled the table.

He handed her a tablet.
“Miss Jiang, our game is ready to launch at any time. However, we still lack one crucial element—a spokesperson.”

Jiang Ning tilted her head. “Do you have someone in mind?”

“Because our game’s theme revolves around cultural heritage and confidence in our traditions, with many dungeons tied to forgotten intangible cultural assets, I hoped to invite none other than National Painting Master, Academician Chen, as our ambassador.”

He paused, then added gravely, “But Chen is a true national treasure. Stubborn, unmoved by wealth. Even foreign institutes offered billions, but she refused. She has never once endorsed a commercial project. Now, the Cheng Corporation is also trying to secure her, and their chances are greater—since the late Madam Cheng was once Chen’s classmate.”

If Chen could be their spokesperson, it would be historic. Their game would ascend to a whole new level.

“The Chengs want her too?” Jiang Ning raised a brow.

“Yes. They’ve already sent people to negotiate. That’s why I asked to meet you. If we compile and polish all the cultural and heritage elements in our game, then present them to her, we may have a chance.”

Jiang Ning nodded lightly. “Alright. I’ll organize the clips tonight and send them to you. If anything comes up, contact me anytime.”

“Thank you, Miss Jiang.”

…

Meanwhile, at Cheng Corporation—

When Cheng Zijun heard his secretary’s report, he sneered.
“Say that again? Wang Shengli and Jiang Ning are trying to contact Master Chen?”

“Yes, sir.”

Disdain colored his features.
“What is ‘Qidong’ compared to us? A third-rate company dreaming of signing a national treasure? Ridiculous.”

Though his grandmother had passed, her bond with Master Chen remained. Chen had even promised him to carefully consider his proposal.

And yet, in these few days, Qidong had dared to covet her?

Chen was no common performer. He was a true master—one who had graced state banquets.

And Wang Shengli, with his tiny company, thought he could compete?

“Sir, there’s more,” the secretary continued nervously. “We’ve confirmed Jiang Ning met Wang Shengli just now. She seems very confident, already planning to prepare cultural clips for Master Chen. I worry…”

Since Jiang Ning’s arrival, Qidong had already outbid the Shen Group. The secretary’s concern was natural.

But Cheng Zijun only scoffed.
“Jiang Ning? What is she? She thinks she can meet Master Chen. Impossible.”

If there had been any connection, it was only that when she was still his wife, she could have been considered Madam Cheng’s granddaughter-in-law. Perhaps then, Master Chen might have agreed to see her out of sentiment.

But now? Divorced, discarded—what right did she have?

“Contact Master Chen’s assistant. Tell her I will personally visit this evening.”

The bidding debacle would not repeat itself.

Master Chen must be their spokesperson.

The secretary bowed. “Already arranged, sir. But… Master Chen is unwell. She’s currently in the hospital.”

“In the hospital? Which one?” Cheng Zijun shot upright.