Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 58

Jiang Ning’s voice was calm, without a trace of emotion.

But for some reason, it sent a chill down Zhou Jinpeng’s spine.

This girl might be young, but her aura was no bluff. When she was truly angry, even an old man like him, well past fifty, felt a faint tremor of fear.

Terrifying. Truly terrifying.

Old Master Jiang chuckled kindly. “Ningning, things aren’t as exaggerated as your Grandpa Zhou makes them sound. Don’t take it to heart.”

“Grandpa Zhou, please explain,” Jiang Ning turned her gaze toward Zhou Jinpeng.

Old Master Jiang had just winked at Zhou Jinpeng, signaling him to keep quiet. But the very next second, Zhou Jinpeng spoke anyway:
“Shuangyou Property Management Co., Ltd. We belong to the cleaning department.”

Old Master Jiang: “……”

“Alright,” Jiang Ning nodded slightly.

Zhou Jinpeng then asked cautiously, “Ningning, what do you plan to do?”

Jiang Ning’s tone was faint, almost casual. “Change the owner of the property company.”

Change the owner?

Zhou Jinpeng froze for a second, unable to process what she meant.

Old Master Jiang immediately panicked, certain she was planning to confront the company for his sake. “Ningning, you mustn’t go make trouble at the property office!”

This kind of thing was never easy to explain clearly. And Ningning was just a young girl—if she really went to reason with them, she would surely suffer.

He was old now, powerless to protect her, and that worried him most of all.

“I won’t make a scene.” Jiang Ning turned back to him. Her lips carried the faintest curve of a smile, yet the chill in it made one’s blood run cold. “Grandpa, don’t worry. I’m a reasonable person. I’ll have Zhang Lei polish your shoes back to a shine himself, and apologize to you, Grandpa Li, and Grandpa Ma—sincerely.”

Make Zhang Lei apologizes?

Make him willingly polish the old man’s shoes?

Was Jiang Ning dreaming?

Zhou Jinpeng’s eyes widened. “Ningning, don’t brag.”

“Grandpa Zhou, I never brag.”

She was protective.

She could not bear to see Old Master Jiang suffer such humiliation.

Even less could she accept that the two old men who stood up for him had to suffer in turn.

Good people deserved good outcomes—not the loss of their livelihoods.

Zhou Jinpeng sighed. “Ningning, I understand your desire to stand up for your grandfather, but you’re too young. You don’t see the whole picture. Zhang Lei will never apologize. He’s our foreman! And I’ve heard there’s a high-ranking leader in the company who’s his relative.”

He paused, then continued, “Ningning, if you really want to make your grandfather proud, then study hard, get into a good university. Let that scoundrel Zhang Lei stew in envy! Best of all, one day, parachute in as a leader over Shuangyou Property.”

Why was Zhang Lei so arrogant?

Because he had a backer. No matter what mistakes he made, there was always someone covering for him.

But Jiang Ning was only nineteen.

She and her grandfather had no power or influence in A City. Rural born, without background or support.

What did she have to make Zhang Lei bow his head?

Old Master Jiang nodded approvingly. “Your Grandpa Zhou is right. Ningning, your most important task now is to study hard. Leave the rest to me. Don’t let such a trivial matter affect your education.”

Jiang Ning smiled softly. “Don’t worry, Grandpa. Something this small won’t affect my studies. I’ll go study now.”

“Good, good.”

Seeing her retreat quietly, Old Master Jiang finally relaxed, relief written all over his face.

He truly feared Ningning might, in a fit of impulse, confront Zhang Lei!

—

Once in her room, Jiang Ning sat at her desk and turned on her computer.

One hand on the mouse, one on the keyboard, her slender fingers flew across the keys in a blur, leaving only afterimages.

Her skin was pale, her fingers delicate, the stark contrast against the black keyboard mesmerizing.

If anyone were present, they would see—on her screen was a document.

A corporate acquisition proposal.

—

At the Cheng Corporation.

Lin Yuze entered with a stack of files in his arms.

“Brother Zijun.”

“You’re here.” Cheng Zijun lifted his gaze. “How did it go?”

Lin Yuze shook his head. “The proposal you sent was rejected by Linzhou Group.”

“What?” At once, Cheng Zijun dropped his cigarette, his eyes flashing with disbelief.

Lin Yuze repeated, “Yes, Brother Zijun, you didn’t mishear. Linzhou Group sent your proposal back.”

“They dare?” Cheng Zijun scowled. “Collaborating with me is their honor! And they dare reject my proposal? Did I hear you right?”

Never had he expected such humiliation.

The media had hailed him as a once-in-a-decade business prodigy.

In A City, countless people were desperate to partner with him.

Giving Linzhou a chance should have been their greatest blessing. Yet they dared to throw his proposal back?

Utterly blind. Completely ignorant.

His chest burned with fury.

Lin Yuze hesitated but finally told the truth. “Linzhou’s young CEO, Qi Hongwen, said there were problems in your proposal.”

Cheng Zijun froze. “Problems? In my proposal?” He sneered. “That brat still wet behind the ears dares question me? When I was on the front page as the black horse of the business world, he was still writing his thesis! He isn’t even worth a single hair of mine.”

Ridiculous!

Lin Yuze licked his lips nervously. “Brother Zijun… maybe you’ve just been overworked lately?”

He too reviewed the proposal.

There were loopholes—flashy, but empty. Fine on paper but bound to collapse in practice.

It was nothing like Cheng Zijun’s earlier work.

Doubt crept into his mind. Was Cheng’s past brilliance truly his own?

There had always been whispers. That Old Master Cheng married him to Jiang Ning for two reasons: her auspicious face, and her extraordinary business acumen. That Cheng Corporation’s rise had been built on her.

Back then, Lin Yuze dismissed it as nonsense. How could a little rural girl without even a high school diploma have such talent?

But now… the thought left him cold.

Had he been worshipping a fraud all along? Was the true black horse someone else entirely?

He didn’t dare voice it outright.

Cheng Zijun massaged his temples, clearly impatient. “Does Chairman Qi Feihu know about this?”

Qi Feihu was Linzhou’s chairman, and Qi Hongwen’s father.

Lin Yuze nodded. “Yes. He was there too. And from what I heard… young Qi seemed very interested in working with Jiang Ning.”

“Jiang Ning?” Cheng Zijun laughed coldly. “With her?”

“Yes,” Lin Yuze admitted. “Brother Zijun, maybe you should just submit another proposal?”

“Submit again?” Cheng Zijun scoffed. “Linzhou isn’t worthy of a second proposal from me. I only give one chance. If they can’t grasp it, they don’t deserve it!”

Let them regret it.

Jiang Ning? That tiny upstart company Jidong?

When he took the Skyward Award, he could crush them both with a flick of his finger.

Linzhou Group would only end up dragged to their graves along with Jidong.

Lin Yuze stared at him, troubled. “Brother Zijun… don’t you find it strange? Ever since Jiang Ning divorced you and joined Jidong, they’ve been thriving. And meanwhile…”

Meanwhile, Cheng Corporation had been floundering.

Zijun couldn’t even produce a decent proposal anymore.

He cut Lin Yuze off sharply, boiling fury. “What are you implying? That everything Cheng Corporation achieved was thanks to Jiang Ning, that little village girl?”

“That’s not what I mean, Brother Zijun, don’t misunderstand. I just think it’s… odd.” Lin Yuze paused, then added, “And… I also heard that Academician Chen has already signed with Jidong.”

“What? Impossible!” Cheng Zijun barked a laugh. “Why would Master Chen choose Jidong? They aren’t even worth comparing to us! If Chen truly sided with them, would he have expelled Jiang Ning and Wang Shengli from the institute?”

He loosened his tie. “I already sent Qin He from planning to collect the signed contract from Academician Chen’s institute.”

Jidong? Competing with him? Laughable.

At that moment, a figure hurried in.

“President Cheng!”

It was Qin He.

The sight of him lifted Cheng Zijun’s mood instantly.

Two hours earlier, Qin He had gone to the institute. For him to return so soon meant it must have gone smoothly—surely Academician Chen had signed.

Excited, Cheng Zijun demanded, “Qin He, bring out the contract!”

But Qin He’s expression was complicated, his voice low.
“President Cheng… you’ve misunderstood. I didn’t see Academician Chen. And there was no contract for me. His secretary told me… Academician Chen has already signed with Jidong.”