Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 49

Though Zhao Xinyue held nothing but disdain for Jiang Ning,
Wang Shengli’s trust in her was absolute.

The moment Jiang Ning spoke, he nodded without hesitation.
“Alright, Miss Jiang. Then I’ll trouble you to accompany me tomorrow.”

Zhao Xinyue almost choked in exasperation.

How could this man, a veteran in the business world,
actually take the words of this little country girl so seriously?
Did Wang Shengli even know what he was doing?

Utterly laughable.

She leaned forward, her tone urgent.
“Uncle Wang, even Teacher Chen refused to meet me—one of her best graduates.
If you insist on going with Miss Jiang, it’ll only be a waste of your time.
Besides, Song Feier just messaged me.
She’s cleared her schedule for this afternoon.
As long as you meet with her, she’ll sign with Passion Games immediately.”

She deliberately stressed the words Teacher Chen,
drawing a line between herself and the esteemed academic,
hoping Jiang Ning would realize her own insignificance.

Compared to her, Jiang Ning wasn’t even worth mentioning.

“And one more thing,” Zhao Xinyue added, her voice laced with warning.
“After today, Song Feier will fly abroad for filming.
If you miss this chance, you won’t find another spokesperson like her.”

The threat was obvious.

Song Feier was a rising star, red-hot in the entertainment industry.
She had already extended an olive branch—who in their right mind would refuse her?

But Wang Shengli didn’t answer.
Instead, his gaze shifted to Jiang Ning.
Her word was final.

Jiang Ning’s tone was cool, detached.
“If Miss Song only has this afternoon free,
then it only proves we aren’t fated to cooperate.”

Not fated?

Zhao Xinyue almost laughed out loud.
Who was this girl to decide for Wang Shengli?

Suppressing her irritation, she turned back to him.
“Uncle Wang, I really think you should be the one to make this decision.
What should I tell Feier?”

Wang Shengli chuckled.
“Whatever Miss Jiang says is what I say.”

Zhao Xinyue nearly exploded.

Ever since this yellow-haired brat appeared,
Wang Shengli seemed possessed,
nodding to everything she said without a shred of dignity.

No. She couldn’t allow this to continue.

Her sharp gaze fell on Ma Zhenhai.
He understood instantly.

As another shareholder, he wasn’t about to let some girl dictate the company’s affairs.

But before he could speak, Wang Shengli smiled.
“Vice President Ma, let me introduce you.
This is the Miss Jiang you’ve been eager to meet.”

“What?”

That… that little girl was the Miss Jiang?

No wonder!

No wonder Wang Shengli treated her with such reverence.

Ma Zhenhai’s disdain vanished, replaced with deference.

Wang Shengli turned to Jiang Ning once more.
“Miss Jiang, this is our Vice President, Ma Zhenhai.”

Jiang Ning curved her lips in a polite smile, extending her hand.
“Vice President Ma, hello. I’m Jiang Ning.”

Caught off guard, Ma Zhenhai hurriedly reached out—
but then quickly retracted, wiping his palm nervously on his suit,
before clasping her hand with both of his.
“Miss Jiang! What an honor! Just call me Old Ma!”

Old Ma?

Zhao Xinyue froze.
Was her uncle serious?
Letting a little girl call him that?

Meanwhile, Ma Zhenhai was all but groveling.
“Miss Jiang, you’re absolutely right.
Song Feier clearly isn’t sincere.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t demand a meeting today of all days.
The real priority is visiting Academician Chen!”

Zhao Xinyue’s jaw dropped.

Never—never—had she seen her uncle wear such a flattering smile.

Before she could react, Ma Zhenhai pulled her by the arm.
“Miss Jiang, Chairman Wang, we’ll leave you to it.
Xinyue and I won’t disturb you further.”

Outside the office, Zhao Xinyue yanked her arm free, fuming.
“Uncle, do you even know what you’re doing?
Who on earth is that girl?
Why are both you and Uncle Wang treating her like a queen?
You don’t actually believe she can get Wang Shengli in to see Academician Chen, do you?”

“Of course I do!” Ma Zhenhai’s expression was firm.
“Miss Jiang can do anything.”

Anything?

Zhao Xinyue nearly laughed.

What gave Jiang Ning the right to be almighty?
Her age? Her sweet tongue? Her ability to fool people?

Rolling her eyes, Zhao Xinyue looked at her uncle like he was bewitched.

But Ma Zhenhai’s tone hardened.
“And another thing—watch your mouth.
Miss Jiang isn’t some little brat.
She’s a shareholder of Passion Games.
The partnership with the Shen Group was sealed thanks to her A-proposal.
Xinyue, if you dare disrespect her again, don’t blame me for being harsh.”

Zhao Xinyue blinked.
“A-proposal? Are you serious? That’s her?”

Impossible.
Jiang Ning was barely grown—
how could she possibly draft such a flawless proposal?

Even she, with her elite education, couldn’t.

But her uncle’s gaze was steady.
“Don’t judge by appearances.
Miss Jiang’s business acumen surpasses what most people couldn’t reach in thirty years of effort.”

Zhao Xinyue’s heart twisted uncomfortably.

“Even if she really did write it, so what?
There are plenty of younger, humbler talents out there!
Didn’t you see how arrogant she was just now?
Academician Chen is a true master—
surrounded by countless brilliant minds and excellent proposals.
Do you think it’s so easy to win him over?
I advise you not to pin too much hope on her,
or you’ll end up losing both the watermelon and the sesame seed!”

Ma Zhenhai chuckled, not angry in the slightest.
“You’re wrong. Without Miss Jiang, Passion Games wouldn’t even exist today.
She’s the soul of the company.
With her, we only grow stronger.”

Zhao Xinyue inhaled sharply, trying to calm her rage.
“So you’re saying… you won’t help Feier anymore?”

“Apologies. I can’t.”

“Fine. Don’t regret it later!”

She spun on her heel and stormed away,
certain they’d come crawling back soon enough.

…

Shen Group Underground Parking Lot

The assistant respectfully handed over the car keys.
“Ninth Master, the gift is in the back seat.”

“Mm.” Shen Jingnian inclined his head.
Under the dim garage lights, his sharp features looked all the colder,
his voice edged with frost.
“You can head off now.”

“Alright, Ninth Master. I’ll take my leave.”

The assistant lingered a moment, hesitant.

Shen Jingnian slid into the driver’s seat, starting the engine.
But before he could pull out, the passenger door opened—
and Yun Haotian plopped down, buckling his seatbelt.
“Little Uncle, my car got banged up this morning.
I’ll hitch a ride with you.”

“Are you hurt?” Shen Jingnian asked immediately.

“No, just a scrape.
But the other driver—total lunatic.”
At the memory, Yun Haotian’s face twisted with annoyance.

Shen Jingnian’s lips parted slightly.
“Then remember to refuel my car.”

“…Refuel?” Yun Haotian nearly choked.
“Little Uncle, are you serious?
You’re in the top ten of the global rich list,
and you’re quibbling over gas money with your own nephew?”

“Family or not, accounts must be clear.”
His tone was calm, almost indifferent.
“Besides, 98-octane has gone up again.”

Yun Haotian: “……”

For a long moment, he was speechless.
Finally he muttered,
“I really wonder if anyone will ever cure your stinginess.”

“Don’t kid yourself. No one on this earth can manage me.”
His words fell like iron.

Yun Haotian narrowed his eyes, smirking inwardly.

He’d wait.
One day, someone would prove him wrong.

The thought made him eager for that scene.

Soon, the car slid out of the garage.
Shen Jingnian tapped the Bluetooth connection,
and music flowed into the cabin.

Yun Haotian leaned back, humming along—
until he froze.

He bolted upright, eyes wide.
“Little Uncle! Are you… listening to Peking opera?”

Specifically—The Lock of the Golden Coffer.

Unbelievable.

“Didn’t you say the screeching gave you a headache?”

“That was before.” Shen Jingnian’s lips moved lightly.
“Now, I find it quite beautiful.
You were right—opera is a national treasure.
Our generation should learn to appreciate its artistry.”