Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 64

Hearing her mother’s words, Tang An could only swallow the fire raging in her chest. She steadied her voice, picked up the bowl of bird’s nest soup, and said softly,
“Then I’ll go deliver this to Grandma first.”

“Go on.” Shi Nanyue nodded.

Very soon, Tang An carried the soup into Old Madam Shi’s bedroom.

The elderly woman was leaning against the headboard.

Her complexion was poor.

In her trembling hand, she clutched a photograph.

It was Shi Sheng’s full-month photo.

The baby in the picture had snow-white skin, soft round cheeks, and a pair of bright eyes like glistening grapes—so adorable one couldn’t help but want to kiss her, to hold her.

Old Madam Shi’s eyes reddened as tears spilled down, one after another.
“Shengbao, oh Shengbao… you’re truly going to take your grandmother’s life away…”

Seeing her grandmother once again drowning in grief over Shi Sheng, Tang An’s brows twitched ever so slightly.

Again?

Crying every single day to a mere photo.

How ominous. How unlucky.

It was as if all her own good fortune had been washed away by Old Madam Shi’s endless tears.

Though irritation bubbled in her chest, Tang An kept her smile flawless as she walked over, voice warm and gentle, “Grandma, are you thinking of Shengbao again?”

Old Madam Shi wiped her tears. Her voice was hoarse.
“In three days it will be Shengbao’s birthday. I don’t even know how she’s doing now. That poor child… she must have suffered so much these years.”

Some things should never be thought about.

Because once you did, the tears would never stop.

Her granddaughter had been taken when she was only three months old.

Three months! A baby who didn’t even know how to speak, how to protect herself…

Why?

Why did Heaven have to be so cruel to her Shengbao!

A flicker of darkness flashed through Tang An’s eyes.

Three months old? In such a merciless environment, even grown adults would struggle to survive—let alone a baby. Most likely… that child was long gone. Nothing left but bones.

Old Madam Shi, who had always been so partial, had brought this upon herself.

Yes—this was her retribution.

Retribution for favoring Shengbao too much.

Retribution for leaving nothing to anyone else.

Retribution for ending up with no heir.

Retribution for never finding her precious Shengbao.

Masking the coldness in her heart, Tang An set the bowl down gently and pulled out a tissue, dabbing away Old Madam Shi’s tears with the care of a dutiful granddaughter. Her tone was sweet, sincere, “Grandma, please don’t cry anymore. If Shengbao knew you were hurting yourself like this every day, she would only blame herself and feel guilty.”

Then, softly, persuasively, she added, “What matters most now is your health. Only if you stay strong can you wait for Shengbao to return and reunite with Uncle and Aunt.”

Her words hit Old Madam Shi right in the heart.

Yes. She wanted nothing more than to reunite with her son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter.

Tang An held out the bowl. “Grandma, you haven’t eaten much all day. Please, eat some. Only if you nourish your body can you live long enough to welcome Shengbao home.”

Though Old Madam Shi had no appetite at first, Tang An’s gentle persuasion suddenly awakened her hunger.

She was right.

Only by staying healthy could she wait for her Shengbao.

With trembling hands, Old Madam Shi took the bowl and slowly began to eat.

After finishing, she looked up at Tang An, eyes still swollen and red, but filled with genuine gratitude.
“An’an, thank goodness I’ve had you with me all these years. Without you, I truly wouldn’t have survived.”

After tragedy struck her son’s family, her daughter, son-in-law, and Tang An became her only support in this world.

She often thought: if Shi Nanxing had been her only child, she would have long perished from grief.

Tang An smiled sweetly.
“Grandma, I’m your granddaughter. It’s only right for me to be filial to you.”

But in her heart—ha!

Old Madam Shi could speak honeyed words all she wanted, but her heart was always biased, tilted far away across the ocean.

For years, the one at her side had been her. The one caring for her had been her. Yet everything—every resource, every treasure—had always been reserved for Shi Sheng.

And her? In Old Madam Shi’s eyes, perhaps she was worth less than a pebble on the roadside.

If not for the fact that the Shi family faced the risk of dying without an heir, she, Tang An, would never even have had the chance to inherit the Shi legacy.

Bitterness, sharp and suffocating, surged in her chest.

…

The next morning.

It was time for Jiang Ning to take Shen Jingnian to his follow-up appointment.

At dawn, Yun Haotian droves over to pick her up.

Upstairs, Shen Jingnian was still tied up in a video conference.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Shen Jingshu and Old Madam Shen were eagerly waiting for Jiang Ning.

“Mom, why didn’t you wear that wine-red silk qipao?” Shen Jingshu asked curiously. “The one Master Xiang tailored for you by hand!”

To welcome Jiang Ning, Old Madam Shen had specially commissioned two silk qipaos.

One wine-red.

One pearl-white, which she was wearing now.

Though the pearl-white was exquisite, it still couldn’t compare to the one Master Xiang had made.

Old Madam Shen replied, “That one? I’m saving it for the day I meet my precious daughter-in-law.”

But truth be told, she was frustrated.

She had ordered the butler to find her beloved daughter-in-law over a month ago, and until now—not even a whisper of news.

“I really want to see what this girl looks like,” Shen Jingshu teased. “To have bewitched you to this point—you’re practically brainwashed.”

“You wouldn’t understand,” Old Madam Shen said seriously. “In my heart, she’s the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Shen Jingshu scoffed.
“Ha! No matter how pretty she is, she’ll never outshine my Ningning.”

At once, Old Madam Shen’s face soured.
“Impossible! I guarantee you—your Miss Jiang could never match up to my precious daughter-in-law. My daughter-in-law is the most beautiful under heaven!”

“Ningning is the most beautiful!”

“My daughter-in-law is the most beautiful in the universe!”

The mother-daughter duo argued back and forth, nearly coming to blows over who was prettier.

…

Half an hour later, Yun Haotian’s car stopped beneath Jiang Ning’s apartment building.

He stepped out, tall and striking, sending a WeChat message to Jiang Ning as he waited.

Because it was daytime—and because this was an old, shabby housing block—his sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom instantly stood out, drawing every gaze in sight.

Coincidentally, He Suo was here with her mother, He Sufang, visiting relatives.

When He Suo’s eyes landed on the luxury car, her pupils dilated in shock. She tugged at her mother’s arm, breathless with excitement.
“Mom, look! A Rolls-Royce Phantom! I can’t believe someone in Aunt’s neighborhood owns one!”

She’d only ever seen such cars on TV.

Never in real life.

Even more shocking—the young man standing beside it was unbelievably handsome.

At her age, full of romantic fantasies, He Suo couldn’t help but imagine: If only I could marry someone like him, my life would be complete.

He Sufang’s gaze also locked on the car, greed flashing in her eyes.
“There are plenty of rich men in City A. Suo, you’re no worse than Jiang Ning. If that little village girl could marry into wealth once, you’ll definitely surpass her one day. You must crush her beneath you.”

He Suo nodded eagerly.
“Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll outshine Jiang Ning, that little village girl.”

Just then, a slim figure stepped out of the building.

Dressed in a plain white blouse and light blue jeans, bare-faced with no trace of makeup, she was still breathtaking—so beautiful it made the air pause.

He Suo’s pupils shrank.
“Mom! Look—it’s Jiang Ning! That luxury car is waiting for her!”

In that instant—

Jealousy surged like acid in her chest.

Jiang Ning again!

How could she be so lucky?

Freshly divorced from Cheng Zijun, and now she’s already latched onto a man even wealthier!

Anyone who could drive a Rolls-Royce Phantom surely came from a family far more powerful than the Chengs.

He Suo’s heart twisted painfully.

She had always believed she was better than Jiang Ning in every way. So why—why could she never measure up to her?

He Sufang narrowed her eyes.
“Suo, you must be mistaken. What kind of fool would fancy a divorced woman—a second-hand good? And remember, Jiang Ning lives in Building 3. This is Building 5! The girl you saw can’t possibly be her.”

At that, He Suo breathed a sigh of relief.

Yes.

She must’ve been mistaken.

Jiang Ning was nothing but a discarded woman.

What rich man would ever want her?

And besides—this was Building 5. Jiang Ning didn’t live here.

As the mother-daughter pair consoled themselves, they suddenly spotted Old Master Jiang, clad in his familiar yellow vest, sweeping the grounds.

Though Jiang Ning had begged him to quit, the old man couldn’t sit still. He had no airs, continuing to clean the community as he always had.

Seeing He Suo, his face lit up. He waved cheerfully,
“Suo! Suo!”

In his heart, though he had severed ties with Jiang Dongsheng, He Suo was still his granddaughter. Quarrels between adults shouldn’t affect children.

He thought she would greet him sweetly.

But He Suo only shot him a cold, disgusted glance.
“You’ve mistaken me. I’m not your granddaughter.”

Old Master Jiang froze—then chuckled kindly.
“Suo, I’m your grandpa! Come, let’s go home. Grandpa will make you something delicious.”

Delicious food?

Who would want to eat anything from this filthy old man?

Disdain filled her eyes as she stumbled back several steps, terrified her classmates might see her talking to a janitor.
“Stop clinging to strangers! My name is He Suo. My grandfather is He Manxi—not some street sweeper like you!”