Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 48

In Cheng Zijun’s eyes, although the young lady surnamed Jiang who saved Academician Chen happened to share the same surname as Jiang Ning and was indeed beautiful, she was, after all, a descendant of an ancient lineage of medicine.

And Jiang Ning?

What was she?

Just a little village girl.

She probably couldn’t even tell the difference between sanqi root and angelica.

How could such a person ever compare to that miraculous Miss Jiang? Not even to a single strand of her hair.

Lin Yuze thought Cheng Zijun’s words made sense, so he didn’t argue further.

Jiang Ning might be pretty, but she was worlds apart from the heir of ancient medicine.

Cheng Zijun’s gaze sharpened as he turned to Lin Yuze. “No matter what, we must find this Miss Jiang before Impulse does. We cannot let them get ahead of us.”

“Understood.” Lin Yuze tucked his phone away. “I’ll send people out to search for her right now.”

“Go,” Cheng Zijun ordered, eyes narrowing, his tone firm. “Don’t waste any time.”

As Lin Yuze left the office, Cheng Zijun’s stare lingered, brimming with determination.

This time…

He would surpass Impulse.

He would surpass Jiang Ning.

A few minutes later, he summoned his secretary again.

“President Cheng, you wanted to see me?” The secretary arrived promptly.

Cheng Zijun nodded. “Keep sending people to reach out to Academician Chen as well. Whether or not we find his savior, I must secure a meeting with him first.”

“Yes, sir.” The secretary bowed respectfully.

…

Two days later.

Chen Yin was discharged smoothly.

After treatment, her complexion was rosy, her strength fully restored.

Chen Wanli arrived with her secretary to pick her up.

The first thing Chen Yin asked when she saw him was, “Wanli, have you found Miss Jiang yet?”

At this, Chen Wanli’s expression turned awkward. “Not yet. There were no cameras on the road where it happened, so it’s proving difficult to track her down.”

Chen Yin’s brows furrowed slightly, displeasure flickering across her face.

Then Chen Wanli seemed to remember something. “By the way, the Cheng family has sent people several times, hoping to meet you. Specifically, Cheng Zijun—the grandson of your old classmate.”

“Shuzhen’s grandson?”

Yes—Li Shuzhen, Cheng Zijun’s grandmother, had once been Chen Yin’s college roommate. They’d shared a dormitory and a deep friendship in their youth.

“That’s right.” Chen Wanli nodded.

Chen Yin hesitated. Though Old Madam Cheng had passed away, the friendship of the past could not simply be dismissed. “Then arrange to meet him this afternoon.”

“Of course, Mother.”

…

When word reached the Cheng Corporation that Chen Yin had agreed to a meeting, Cheng Zijun was overjoyed. He rushed to her studio bearing lavish gifts.

Standing respectfully by her desk, he greeted her with practiced humility. “Academician Chen, I am Cheng Zijun. I came today for two reasons. First, I heard you had been unwell. My grandmother often spoke of you when she was alive, saying you were her dearest friend. Now that I see you well, I am relieved.

“Second, our Cheng Corporation is about to launch a new game, and I would be honored if you would become its spokesperson.”

A game spokesperson?

Chen Yin had endorsed many products over the years, but never a game.

Curious, she asked, “What kind of game?”

Cheng Zijun immediately handed over a prepared file.

Chen Yin read carefully, silence filling the room save for the sound of pages turning.

But Cheng Zijun remained calm. He had confidence in his game—it was the fruit of half a year’s effort. And hadn’t he already lured Xie Huaijin away from Impulse?

Besides, with the bond between his grandmother and Chen Yin, wasn’t her agreement guaranteed?

After reading, Chen Yin finally spoke. “President Cheng, an endorsement is no small matter. Though your game does include elements of intangible cultural heritage, I’ll need time to consider.”

Cheng Zijun smiled warmly, standing from the sofa. “Academician Chen, you are far too polite. Please, just call me Zijun, as my grandmother did.”

Chen Yin inclined her head, thoughtful. “Very well. Give me three days. I’ll give you a definite answer then.”

At her words, Cheng Zijun’s confidence soared.

It was practically settled.

Unless Impulse somehow managed to find her savior within three days…

But was that even possible?

Not in three days. Not in thirty.

“Thank you, Academician Chen, for giving our Cheng Corporation this opportunity.” His eyes gleamed with triumph.

…

News of Cheng Zijun’s successful meeting soon reached Wang Shengli at Impulse.

It made him uneasy.

Academician Chen was the perfect choice for spokesperson, but they couldn’t even get an audience with her. And the search for her savior had stalled completely. Perhaps it was time to consider alternatives.

When word spread, Zhao Xinyue and Vice President Ma hurried to him.

“Chairman Wang,” VP Ma began, “Xinyue says she can recommend a suitable endorser for us.”

“Who?”

“Song Fei’er,” Ma replied.

Wang Shengli frowned. “Song Fei’er?”

Zhao Xinyue quickly explained. “She’s a rising actress. Her recent historical drama The Flames of War was a hit. She has a massive fanbase, and she often shares gaming content on Weibo. Choosing her would align perfectly with her public persona.”

She handed over her phone. “Here, Chairman Wang—this is her.”

Wang Shengli studied the screen, thoughtful.

Yes, their target audience was young people.

But their game, Splendor’s Peak, was deeply tied to cultural heritage. A celebrity endorsement might clash with that vision. And with so many stars embroiled in scandals these days, wasn’t it risky? If Song Fei’er fell from grace, Impulse’s reputation would suffer too.

That worry gnawed at him.

Sensing his hesitation, Zhao Xinyue pressed on. “Fei’er is selective with endorsements, but she genuinely loves Impulse’s new survival game. She even asked me personally to help her secure this collaboration. We’ve been friends for over a decade. She sees this as a rare opportunity.”

Indeed, times had changed.

Since Shen Group partnered with Impulse, their popularity had soared. Their recent promotional video had gone viral, fueling anticipation for their upcoming release. Many believed Impulse might even crush Cheng Corporation at the Cangqiong Awards.

For Song Fei’er, becoming their spokesperson now would be the perfect career boost.

And Zhao Xinyue’s words made sense.

After a long silence, Wang Shengli finally looked up. “Since Academician Chen is no longer an option, then perhaps Song Fei—”

“The spokesperson cannot be changed.”

A soft, clear voice cut him off.

Everyone turned toward the doorway.

A slender figure stepped inside, walking against the light.

Though her face was still shadowed, Wang Shengli recognized her instantly. “Miss Jiang!”

Miss Jiang?

VP Ma’s eyes widened in excitement.

Could this be the same Miss Jiang who had secured Shen Group’s cooperation with a single proposal?

But as Jiang Ning stepped closer, Ma’s excitement faltered.

Yes, she was stunning, almost too stunning. The kind of girl meant to be admired, not the kind of strategist who could write a proposal that shook Master Shen himself.

Surely… she couldn’t be the same person.

“Miss Jiang, what brings you here?” Wang Shengli asked.

Jiang Ning’s expression was calm, almost cool. “There was a document that required your signature. I had free time this afternoon, so I brought it myself. But just now, I overheard you discussing changing the spokesperson?”

“Yes,” Wang Shengli admitted. “Academician Chen has refused to meet us. We may have no choice but to choose another.”

Jiang Ning inclined her head slightly. “I’ve looked into it. For this game, no one but Academician Chen is suitable. If we can’t meet her yet, then delay the launch. Good things are worth waiting for.”

With Chen Yin—the foremost authority in intangible heritage—endorsing their game, its prestige would rise to unmatched heights.

Wang Shengli hesitated. “You’re right, but Cheng Corporation has already met with her…”

“So, they’ve signed her already?” Jiang Ning asked evenly.

“No, not yet,” he admitted.

“Then we still have a chance,” Jiang Ning replied firmly. “Prepare yourself. Tomorrow, I’ll go with you to see Academician Chen again. Remember Liu Bei’s three visits to Zhuge Liang? Perhaps this time, sincerity will move her.”

Her words carried quiet conviction.

But Zhao Xinyue’s lips curled in disdain.

Moved? By her?

Academician Chen hadn’t even granted her, a once-praised student, a single meeting.

And yet this slip of a girl thought she could succeed?

Ridiculous.

Did she fancy herself to be some kind of great figure?

She wouldn’t even get past the assistant’s door, let alone stand before Academician Chen.