Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 5

Old Master Jiang looked at his granddaughter, and for a moment, it was as if he was seeing that swaddled infant from all those years ago.

Back when he found Jiang Ning, she was just a few months old—still covered in blood. Everyone had advised him to leave her be. She was too young, they said. Without a mother nursing her, she wouldn’t survive.

But it was the dead of winter, and no one watching dared to take her in. Old Master Jiang couldn’t bear it and brought her home. Even though his son and daughter-in-law strongly opposed it, he never wavered.

As her grandfather, more than anyone, he hoped Jiang Ning would live a good life, safe, happy, and peaceful.

That’s why he chose the name “Ning” for her—peace and tranquility.

“Ning Ning, we’re family, there’s no need for formality,” the old man said gently. “Since you’ve decided to start over, don’t overthink it. I’m still earning a monthly wage. Supporting your college entrance exams and your university studies won’t be a problem. It’s getting late—go wash up and get some rest. Your room is just as you left it.”

Even if she didn’t make it into a prestigious university… Even if she never gave him a better life… Jiang Ning was still his granddaughter. His love was never conditional.

“Okay, Grandpa,” Jiang Ning nodded and made her way to her room.

Meanwhile, Old Master Jiang headed toward the corner of the living room.

Seeing him casually draw the curtain and prepare a makeshift bed, Jiang Ning’s heart ached. She needed to figure out a way to earn money—fast. She had to improve their living conditions and get her grandfather a proper single bedroom.

Back in her room, Jiang Ning took a shower and removed her heavy makeup. Sitting at the vanity, she finally saw the original host’s true face beneath the layers.

What stared back at her from the mirror was a beauty with snow-pale skin, crescent brows, and starry eyes—a radiant and striking woman.

What surprised Jiang Ning even more was that she had assumed the original host only bore a vague resemblance to herself. But now she saw—down to the tiniest detail, they were identical.

Even the tiny red mole beneath her brow was in the exact same spot.

It seemed…
Her rebirth into this body after the explosion might not have been a mere coincidence.

**

The next morning, at 6:30 AM.

After a quick wash, Jiang Ning changed into a tracksuit and headed downstairs for a morning jog.

Old Master Jiang was already busy in the kitchen.

“Good morning, Grandpa,” Jiang Ning greeted with a smile.

The old man turned around in surprise. “Ning Ning? You’re up so early?”

“I’m going for a run,” she replied.

The original host’s body wasn’t in great shape. Just a simple fight last night had left her sore all over.

Jiang Ning was determined to regain the strength and physique she had in her previous life.

“A morning run?”
A glimmer of pain flashed in Old Master Jiang’s eyes.

His granddaughter used to live freely, waking up whenever she pleased—except when school forced her otherwise. But now, here she was, up at six, voluntarily going for a jog?

He could hardly imagine what kind of life she’d endured in the Cheng household this past year—constantly trying to please them.

Downstairs, Jiang Ning ran two laps around the neighborhood. Then, she practiced the full set of Five Animal Frolics before finally heading home two hours later.

Breakfast was already on the table—fresh meat buns, porridge, and a dish of spicy pickled cabbage.

Old Master Jiang beamed. “Ning Ning, go wash your hands. Breakfast’s ready.”

“Got it, Grandpa.” She headed to the bathroom, then sat down at the table with him.

Morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft, golden glow over the pair of them.

As they ate, the old man said, “Ning Ning, your Grandpa Zhou is still in the hospital. I have today off, so after breakfast, let’s go visit him together.”

“Alright,” Jiang Ning nodded, sipping her porridge.

But just as they finished, the old man received a sudden call—he was needed at work for overtime. He had no choice but to let Jiang Ning go to the hospital on her own.

Before she left, he handed her a card. “Ning Ning, this is the savings I’ve been putting aside for you. The PIN is your birthday. Use it for your daily expenses—don’t worry about running out. If it’s not enough, just come to Grandpa.”

Every month, aside from rent, he had been quietly saving 1,500 yuan for her.

Jiang Ning looked at the card and asked, “Grandpa, how much is in here?”

“About 30,000,” he replied.

“Then think of it as your investment,” she said with a smirk. “Give me ten days—just ten days—and I’ll multiply this tenfold. Grandpa, just wait. I’ll get you into a luxury villa in no time!”

Old Master Jiang chuckled and agreed—but he didn’t take her seriously.

She was just a little girl. How could she have that kind of ability?

Double the money in ten days?
Ten months, maybe.

After saying goodbye, Jiang Ning grabbed the health supplements she had prepared and headed out to catch the bus to the hospital.

Around forty minutes later, she got off.

Just as she was approaching the hospital entrance, a tall man in sunglasses brushed past her in a hurry.

But then—
He stopped in his tracks.

Removing his shades, he revealed a charming, flirtatious face and grinned.

“Hey gorgeous, have we met before?”

Jiang Ning slowly lifted her eyes…

She quickly recognized him—Yun Haotian, the man she had just seen last night.

But Jiang Ning had no desire to get entangled with him, so her voice was cold and distant. “We’re not acquainted. Thanks.”

Yun Haotian stood frozen as he watched her retreating figure, slightly dazed. With his handsome features and designer clothes, he was used to women throwing themselves at him. This was the first time he had taken the initiative to strike up a conversation—only to be flatly rejected.

The feeling was… strangely new.

**

Jiang Ning had a terrible sense of direction. Following the hospital signs, she wandered for nearly ten minutes before finally finding the elevator to the inpatient ward. As she stepped inside and pressed the button for the 9th floor, a figure hurried over. A hand suddenly reached in just before the doors closed, forcing them open again.

Standing at the elevator entrance was none other than Yun Haotian, the same man who had just tried to talk to her. He called out respectfully, “Uncle!”

As he spoke, a tall, commanding figure stepped into the elevator.

It was Shen Jingnian, dressed immaculately in a tailored suit, exuding an overwhelming aura. The moment he entered, the atmosphere inside the small space became suffocating with pressure.

Anyone else might have been instantly intimidated by his presence. But Jiang Ning?

She remained perfectly calm.

Completely unfazed, she turned toward the mirrored elevator wall, casually fixing her hair and admiring her reflection—acting as if no one else were in the elevator.

The mirror was spotless, clearly reflecting her delicate features.

Yun Haotian instantly recognized her was the same girl from the hospital entrance.

His pupils contracted in surprise.

Why?

Because Jiang Ning was too calm.

Shen Jingnian wasn’t just powerful—he was a man with an unrivaled fortune and devastating good looks. Women usually fell head over heels the moment they saw him, yet Jiang Ning acted like he didn’t exist.

Who was she really?

Just then, Jiang Ning’s arm was suddenly grabbed. Before she could react, she was pulled into a broad, solid chest—smacking painfully into a firm collarbone.

A faint scent of sandalwood invaded her senses—rich and inescapable.

Bang!

At that moment, a wooden panel from the elevator ceiling—meant to catch dust—crashed down exactly where Jiang Ning had just been standing.

If Shen Jingnian hadn’t pulled her away in time, her head would’ve been split open.

Normally, Jiang Ning had excellent instincts. But since she had only recently been reborn, her senses were still recovering, and she hadn’t noticed anything off about the ceiling.

As she stared at the fallen panel, cold sweat beading on her back, she looked up and thanked him sincerely. “Thank you.”

“A simple matter,” Shen Jingnian replied, expression unchanged.

But when Jiang Ning raised her eyes, she noticed something odd—despite the hospital being kept at a steady 20 degrees Celsius to control bacteria, Shen Jingnian’s forehead was lightly covered in sweat. He was only wearing a black silk shirt. So why was he sweating?

As someone trained in traditional Chinese medicine, Jiang Ning immediately noticed the symptoms. She spoke, “Have you been feeling unusually irritable lately? Dizzy in the mornings?”

Shen Jingnian tilted his head slightly, his phoenix-like eyes narrowing with a pressure that belonged only to those in power. Even with his aura restrained, it was enough to make most people tremble.

But a moment later, he answered simply, “Yes.”

Jiang Ning’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Heat is a yin pathogen. It constricts the flow of qi and blood. You’ve likely had these symptoms for two to three months. In TCM, this points to qi and yin deficiency. If left untreated, it could severely damage your lungs and even lead to coma.”

As she spoke, she pulled out a pen and paper from her bag, quickly scribbled a prescription, and handed it to him. “This will treat the root of your condition. I’ve also noted the precautions.”

Shen Jingnian accepted the paper and nodded. “Much appreciated.”

Jiang Ning smiled faintly. “We’re even.”

He had saved her once.

She had now returned the favor.

Jiang Ning hated owing people anything.

Yun Haotian stared at her profile with growing suspicion.

He had accompanied his uncle to the hospital before.

The doctor had said it was just excess internal heat and prescribed some cooling medicine. But Jiang Ning’s diagnosis was entirely different—and far more serious.

Was she using this to get close to his uncle?

Ding!

The elevator chimed. They had arrived at the 9th floor.

Jiang Ning stepped out, but just before turning the corner, she looked back and reminded, “Be sure to drink the medicine I prescribed!”

Shen Jingnian narrowed his phoenix eyes as he watched her walk away. “So… it was her.”

Her?

Who?

Yun Haotian’s face was full of confusion.

Then a thought struck his uncle, who had always been cold, proud, and a lifelong singleton, had gone out of his way to save Jiang Ning. And he, who usually treated women like the plague, was suddenly acting out of character.

Yun Haotian’s eyes widened as if struck by lightning. “Uncle… don’t tell me you’ve fallen for that girl at first sight?!”

Love at first sight?

The 6’3″ Shen Jingnian stood tall, a powerful presence next to Yun Haotian. He knocked lightly on his nephew’s head and said coolly, “The kind of girl I’d fall for hasn’t been born yet. And besides—I don’t do marriage.”