Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 62

He glanced at the book title.

Shen Jingnian’s expression turned speechless. With a look of disdain, he tossed the book straight at Yun Haotian.

“What kind of nonsense is this? I only read finance.”

He wasn’t the type of man who would waste time on trivial things.

Yun Haotian hurriedly caught the book. “Little Uncle! I’ve read this one. Personally tested—it really works! The tricks in here are guaranteed to win over girls. You’ll understand once you read it.”

Shen Jingnian narrowed his eyes to him. “Do you take me for you? Always wasting your energy on meaningless pursuits?”

He would never chase after girls.
Even less he would read something like this.

“Little Uncle, just keep it.” Yun Haotian shoved the book back into his hand. “It won’t do you any harm.”

Shen Jingnian lifted the book.
One flick of his wrist.

Thud!

The book landed squarely in the trash bin three meters away.

Perfect aim.

Yun Haotian sighed. “Tch, you don’t know a good opportunity when it’s handed to you. You’ll regret this.”

With that, he left the gym.

Shen Jingnian calmly picked up his dumbbells again and resumed training.

…

Downstairs.

Just as Yun Haotian stepped into the hall, Shen Jingshu blocked his path. “Haotian, well? Did your little uncle keep the book?”

Yun Haotian shook his head. “Threw it into the trash.”

Shen Jingshu nearly rolled her eyes. “Honestly! That blockhead. He doesn’t know how to chase a girl, fine. But when someone tries to give him advice, he won’t even take it.”

Yes.

That book had been her idea. She had told Yun Haotian to slip it to her brother. But clearly, Jingnian didn’t appreciate her kindness.

From the side, the old madam of the Shen family walked out slowly. “Jingshu, your thinking is so outdated! What era is this? And you’re still trying to play the old ‘repay kindness with marriage’ routine?”

Jiang Ning had saved Shen Jingnian, and naturally the old lady was grateful.
But as for a future granddaughter-in-law, she already had someone else in mind.

She preferred that girl she had once glimpsed in the hospital.

Correct values.
Beautiful features.
And such graceful bearing.

The more she thought about it, the more she liked her. Sometimes she even dreamed of that girl—and woke up smiling.

Shen Jingshu looked at the old lady with a teasing smile. “Mother, that’s only because you haven’t met Miss Jiang yet. If you saw her, you’d feel the same as me—you’d only want to bring her home immediately as your daughter-in-law.”

To Shen Jingshu, Jiang Ning was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. The perfect candidate to be her sister-in-law.

“Hmph! I’m not as old-fashioned as you.” The old lady glared, her voice firm. “Even if that Miss Jiang were a fairy descended from heaven, I would never match her with Jingnian! I won’t join you in your nonsense.”

Shen Jingshu only arched her brow, lips curving. “We’ll see. Perhaps one day you’ll fall for her too, just like me—and wish she could be your granddaughter-in-law.”

“Absolutely impossible!” The old lady jabbed a finger toward the little lapdog at her feet. “If I ever end up agreeing with you, then I’m nothing more than a mutt!”

Shen Jingshu laughed lightly. “Then I’ll just wait and watch~”

…

Upstairs, third floor.

Gym.

An hour later, Shen Jingnian finished his routine and headed back to his room to shower.

Just as he reached the door, his steps paused.
As if remembering something, his gaze slid back toward the trash bin.

His dark, deep phoenix eyes revealed no bottom.

After a long moment of hesitation, he turned, walked over, and bent down—retrieving that discarded book, how a Steel-Straight Man Can Win a Girl’s Heart.

Only then did he leave the gym.

Back in his room, he casually set the book on the desk before heading into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, with a towel slung low on his hips, droplets of water sliding from his hair, he picked up the book again. One hand rubbing his hair dry, the other idly flipping it open.

At first, he only wanted to mock whatever idiocy lay within.

But as he read—
Page by page—
His eyes sharpened.
His focus deepened.

He forgot to dry his hair, turning each page with growing seriousness.

Click.

The door opened.

But Shen Jingnian was too absorbed to notice.

Footsteps. Then Yun Haotian’s voice rang out, “Little Uncle, what are you doing in there? Dinner’s ready, come downstairs!”

Shen Jingnian jolted like he’d been shocked. Instantly, he slammed the book shut and stuffed it beneath his blanket, lifting his gaze with feigned calm, eyes narrowing dangerously.

Even his voice carried a press of authority.

“Who told you to barge in without knocking?”

Yun Haotian grinned cheekily. “Little Uncle, come on. Since when have I ever knocked before entering your room?”

As he spoke, he noticed something strange in Shen Jingnian’s expression. His gaze flicked around. “Little Uncle, your clothes barely cover you, and you look… nervous. Tsk tsk. Don’t tell me—you’re hiding a girl in here?”

“Nonsense.”

Hiding a girl?
If anything, he was hiding… a book.

That thought made his pulse stutter.

Yun Haotian darted into the bathroom.

Empty.

He yanked open the wardrobe.

Still empty.

He crouched and checked under the desk.

Nothing.

He dropped to peek under the bed.

Nothing again.

Scratching his chin, Yun Haotian muttered, “Weird. Could it be… he hid her in the bed itself?”

Thinking fast, he lunged and flipped back the blanket—

In that instant—
Shen Jingnian’s heart nearly stopped.

But the bed was empty.

Relief washed over him.

Good thing he’d slipped the book under the mattress, not beneath the blanket.

Yun Haotian frowned deeper. “Strange. There’s nothing. Then why are you so flustered, Little Uncle?”

This time, Shen Jingnian’s composure returned fully. He leaned back on the sofa, tone calm and cool.

“It’s only impure minds that see everything as dirty.”

Yun Haotian scratched his head.
Had he really imagined it?

“Little Uncle, hurry and change clothes. Everyone’s waiting for you to eat.”

“Understood. Go on ahead.” His voice was indifferent.

Only after the door shut did Shen Jingnian breathe again.

He walked to the bed, drew out the hidden book. No, leaving it here wasn’t safe.

He needed a better hiding spot.

His gaze swept the room. Every place seemed too obvious.

Finally, he slid it between a stack of dense financial tomes. Perfect.
Yun Haotian hated finance books the most—he’d never dare touch them.

Only then did Shen Jingnian straighten his shirt and slowly head downstairs.

…

Xiangjiang.

The Si family estate.

The old madam sat in the grand living room, carefully organizing a jewelry box. At that moment, the butler’s voice came from the hall.

“Madam, the young masters have returned.”

In the next breath—
Eight tall figures strode inside.

At once, the old lady’s eyes snapped up, urgent. “Well? Any news of Shengbao?”

The eldest son, Si Huasheng, shook his head. “Mother, that girl wasn’t Shengbao.”

The Si matriarch had borne eight sons and one daughter. Every one of those sons grew into titans of the financial world.

Each son married and bore sons of his own—thirteen grandsons in total. But not a single granddaughter.

Until her youngest daughter finally gave her a little girl: Shi Sheng.

From that moment, Shi Sheng wasn’t just the Shi family’s treasures, she became the very heart of the Si family too.

The old lady would’ve offered her precious granddaughter the whole world if she could.

As for the eight uncles?
They cherished that child as if she were their very soul—afraid to let her fall, afraid even to let her melt on their tongue.

Distance between the capital and Shanghai didn’t matter to them. For Shengbao’s convenience, they’d pooled their fortune to gift her a plane worth 4.5 billion.

4.5 billion!

Even if an ordinary man won the lottery every single day for three straight years, he couldn’t come close.

That private jet still waited in the capital’s airport, untouched, reserved for her.

And for years, the Si family had never once ceased their search for the lost mother and child. At the faintest whisper of news, they crossed oceans and mountains for DNA tests.

Half a month ago, word reached them of a young girl in City B—one who resembled Shengbao too closely to ignore.

All eight brothers—Si Huawen, Si Huawu, Si Huali, Si Huatao, Si Huajing, Si Huazhong, Si Huabo, Si Huafeng—had dropped everything. Some even flew in from abroad. Together, they’d rushed to City B with hope burning in their hearts.

They had thought—finally—they would bring her home.

But now…

Hearing the eldest’s words, the old lady’s eyes reddened. The jewelry box slipped from her trembling hands, jewels scattering across the floor.

Her grief broke loose.

“Still not her…? Still not her!?” Her voice shook with anguish, tears blurring her vision. “Heavens above, where is my Shengbao? Where is my precious child!?”