Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 56

Although Cheng Zijun insisted, he was fine, Zhang Shuyi still said softly,
“Brother Zijun, why don’t you go to the lounge and rest for a while? Leave things here to me.”

“Alright.” Cheng Zijun nodded, lifting his hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Zhang Shuyi’s ear.
“Shuyi, then I’ll trouble you.”

Zhang Shuyi clasped his hand with both of hers, her tone gentle,
“Brother Zijun, we’re about to become family. Why speak as though we’re strangers?”

If it were in the past, Cheng Zijun would have answered with sweet words.

But tonight, he couldn’t say a single extra syllable.

His mind was consumed by one question—
Why didn’t Jiang Ning come?

The whole reason he rushed into this engagement with Zhang Shuyi was to draw Jiang Ning out, to make her storm in and snatch him away.

But instead—

Jiang Ning hadn’t shown up at all.

What was she playing at?

No one knew just how suffocated Cheng Zijun felt at this moment.

“I’ll head to the lounge first,” he muttered, pulling his hand back and walking away.

Zhang Shuyi’s eyes followed his departing back, her delicate brows drawn tightly together.

She wasn’t a fool.

She could feel it—tonight, his heart hadn’t been with her.

Especially when he slipped the engagement ring onto her finger.

His gaze had drifted, not on her, but toward the entrance.

Who was he waiting for?

Her lashes lowered slightly as she turned her head toward the doorway.

Nothing seemed out of place.

But just as she was about to look away, her pupils constricted sharply.

A tall, striking silhouette appeared at the doors of Building B, escorted like a star under the spotlight.

That figure—

It was Jiang Ning.

Zhang Shuyi bit down on her lip, a sharp glint of ice flashing across her eyes.

So that’s why!

That’s why Cheng Zijun’s heart wasn’t with her tonight.

Jiang Ning had come!

That wretched woman—she had already divorced Cheng Zijun, yet she still lingered like a ghost, disrupting their engagement banquet.

Shameless.

Brazen.

A third party with no dignity at all.

Zhang Shuyi’s face drained of color as anger shook her to her core.

Just wait.

She would make sure Jiang Ning was driven out of A City for good!

Her hands curled into fists so tight that her nails pierced her palms, and still, she didn’t notice the sting of pain.

…

Meanwhile, Cheng Zijun entered the lounge.

His face was pale, exhaustion etched in every line, his temples throbbing with a splitting ache.

Knock, knock.

The sound of knuckles rapped against the door.

“Come in.”

Click.

The door opened, revealing Lin Yuze.

“Brother Zijun.”

Cheng Zijun glanced at him without speaking.

Lin Yuze asked softly, “Are you alright?”

Pressing his fingers against his temples, Cheng Zijun muttered,
“Yuze, tell me—why didn’t Jiang Ning come tonight?”

“Maybe… she’s already let go.”

“Impossible!” Cheng Zijun slammed a cup onto the floor, shattering it into pieces.
“She loves me so much. She wouldn’t give up so easily!”

Lin Yuze sighed.
“Brother Zijun, you need to face reality. Jiang Ning isn’t the same girl who once had eyes only for you.”

“She showed up at the Yue family’s banquet—don’t tell me that wasn’t for me?!” Cheng Zijun’s eyes burned as he stared at Lin Yuze.
“Why else would she appear there, if not please Mr. Yue and Madam Yue on my behalf?”

In the past, everything Jiang Ning did revolved around him.

He liked gray, and she wore gray.

She followed him every day like a loyal pup, without a trace of her own self.

How could she possibly have changed?

But Lin Yuze poured ice water over his delusion, “Miss Yue Qianlan—Mr. Yue’s daughter—is about Jiang Ning’s age. Just earlier, I saw Yue Qianlan personally escort Jiang Ning to her car. My guess? They’re close friends.”

“That’s impossible! Absolutely impossible!” Cheng Zijun roared.
“How could someone like Miss Yue ever befriend a mud-legged nobody like Jiang Ning? She was there for me—only for me!”

Lin Yuze’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, but he didn’t argue further.

…

The next morning.

Grandpa Jiang went to work as usual.

He walked up to the punch clock, ready to swipe in, when Manager Zhang Lei stepped out of the office.

“Old Jiang, no need to clock in today.”

Grandpa Jiang blinked. “No need? Manager Zhang, is today a holiday?”

The nearby workers perked up, their eyes lighting up at the thought.

Who wouldn’t welcome a day off in the sweltering heat?

But Zhang Lei chuckled, his voice sharp with disdain.
“Not a holiday. You’re fired. Don’t bother coming tomorrow either. Pack up your precious granddaughter and get out of A City. People like you don’t belong here.”

The words hit Grandpa Jiang like a thunderbolt, his face draining of all color.

“Manager Zhang… what did I do wrong? Why am I being dismissed without cause?”

Zhang Lei smirked. “To be blunt—you offended the wrong person.”

The truth was, ever since learning that Jiang Ning had scored first place in the No.1 High School entrance exam, Zhang Lei had been seething.

How could a poor old man’s granddaughter outshine the son he had spent a fortune grooming?

But until now, he hadn’t had the authority to fire Grandpa Jiang without reason.

Now things have changed.

Grandpa Jiang had offended a powerful patron.

And that gave Zhang Lei every excuse to throw him out—publicly, proudly.

From today forward, no cleaning company in A City would dare hire Grandpa Jiang.

He and Jiang Ning would have no choice but to slink back to the countryside.

The thought made Zhang Lei’s lips curl with satisfaction.

“Offended a powerful patron?” Grandpa Jiang’s heart was clenched. He had always been diligent, cautious, never daring to slack, let alone offend anyone important.

“Manager Zhang, you must be mistaken. I’ve never quarreled with anyone here!”

He stepped closer, his voice nearly begging.
“Please… you know my situation. Ning Ning is still in high school. We have no other income. If I lose this job, I won’t even be able to pay her tuition or living expenses this term. Please, I beg you—put in a word with your superiors. Don’t fire me!”

Though Jiang Ning had long urged him to quit, giving him a bank card with three hundred thousand yuan in it, Grandpa Jiang had never checked the balance.

To him, his granddaughter was still just a child. How much money could a child truly earn?

This job was vital.

The workers nearby immediately chimed in, “Yes, Manager Zhang! Old Jiang works harder than anyone. His area is spotless—no one’s ever complained. Please reconsider!”

But Zhang Lei ignored them. Unscrewing a water bottle cap, he drank leisurely, then sneered,
“It’s not that I don’t want to help you. I simply can’t. Now hurry up, take off that uniform, and leave. Don’t make a scene—you’ll only embarrass yourself.”

Grandpa Jiang stood frozen, his voice trembling.
“Manager Zhang, please… take pity on an old man like me.”

He was already advanced in years. With unemployment soaring, even young people struggled to find work—what chance did he have if fired?

Zhang Lei’s eyes narrowed, a cruel idea sparking.

“Old Jiang, do you truly want to stay?”

“Yes!” Grandpa Jiang nodded firmly. “Manager Zhang, as long as you let me stay, I’ll do anything.”

Zhang Lei leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other, a cold smile tugging at his lips.

“This morning, when I inspected the lawn, I accidentally stepped in dog shit. If you want to keep your job so badly—clean it off my shoes.”