Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 65

Old Master Jiang just stared at He Suosuo.

The smile on his face was fading bit by bit, while his heart grew colder with every passing second. His lips trembled as he spoke in disbelief:

“Suosuo, I’m Grandpa…! Even if your father cut ties with me and doesn’t acknowledge me anymore, you… you’re still my granddaughter, aren’t you?!”

In his heart, even though he and Jiang Dongsheng had severed their father-son relationship, Suosuo would forever remain his granddaughter—his flesh and blood.

But seeing this old man still daring to pester He Suosuo made He Sufang furious.

She marched forward a few steps, pointed at Old Master Jiang, and shouted angrily:

“You old thing! Let me tell you—Dongsheng’s surname is He now. He has nothing to do with the Jiang family anymore! Suosuo has nothing to do with you either! And you… you’re not even in the same class as us anymore, so stop shamelessly clinging to connections that don’t exist!”

Her daughter was destined to marry a wealthy tycoon.

And this old man?

What was he? Just a cleaner!

What right did a mere cleaner have to call himself her daughter’s grandfather?!

Hearing her mother’s words, He Suosuo finally came back to her senses. Her pretty face twisted with disdain as she snapped.

“My mom’s right! Old thing, you’d better take a good look in the mirror. We’re not even in the same world anymore. From now on, stay away from me—or don’t blame me for being rude!”

Old thing?

Those two words pierced into Old Master Jiang’s ears like thunder.

His granddaughter… had just called him an old thing.

At that moment, he couldn’t even put his feelings into words.

It was mockery. Cruel mockery.

“Mom, let’s go,” He Suosuo tugged on He Sufang’s arm, impatient to leave. “Don’t waste words on this kind of person.”

Several of her classmates lived in this neighborhood. She couldn’t let anyone see her talking to a janitor—it would ruin her image.

That would be too humiliating!

He Sufang nodded, quickly following her daughter’s lead.

Watching their retreating figures, Old Master Jiang staggered back a few steps, as if doused with a bucket of icy water—cold from head to toe.

A son he’d raised for more than twenty years turned out to be an ungrateful wolf.

And his granddaughter? Another ungrateful wolf.

Thankfully…

Thankfully he still had Ningning.

If not for Ningning, his twilight years would truly have ended in utter misery.

The thought of her brought warmth back into his frozen heart.

Even in her most rebellious days, Ningning had never treated him like this.

As expected, —ungrateful wolves will always be ungrateful wolves.

…

Meanwhile, at Shen Garden.

Shen Jingnian sat in front of his computer, mid-video conference. He wore a black silk shirt, the top button undone, revealing a sharp and elegant Adam’s apple. Even sitting there casually, his aura alone was enough to make the executives on the other side tremble, not daring to meet his eyes.

Once the reports finished, Shen Jingnian glanced at the corner of the screen. His thin lips parted slightly:

“Meeting adjourned.”

Just three words.

Yet his magnetic voice struck deep, powerful enough to make voice-lovers swoon.

Though he’d announced the meeting was over, no one dared to leave.

Not until Shen Jingnian exited first did the higher-ups finally click Leave Room, breathing sighs of relief.

He rose, picked up the luxury watch on the desk, and walked toward the balcony while fastening it onto his wrist. The watch alone was worth nine figures, and on him, it radiated the fatal allure of a man in his prime.

Standing on the eighth-floor balcony—the highest point of Shen Garden—he gazed downward. From here, he could see the entire estate briefly… including the figures of Old Madam Shen and Shen Jingshu, waiting below.

At that moment, Yun Haotian was on his way back, right on schedule.

Shen Jingnian’s gaze lingered only briefly before he turned back inside, pulling a book off the shelf: How Steel-Straight Men Can Please Women.

He flipped to page ten.

It reads:

[1. When meeting a girl, pay attention to appearance. Shower, wash your hair, trim your nails and beard, change into fresh clothes, and apply a light touch of high-quality woody cologne. Also—never, ever wear skinny pants with loafers!]

[2. When with a girl, mind the details, always display your gentlemanly side…]

Shen Jingnian frowned slightly.

Cologne? Shaving? Trimming nails?

Changing clothes just to meet someone?

What kind of idiot book was this?

Was there really anyone dumb enough to follow these instructions in real life?

Ridiculous.

…

Three minutes later.

Shen Jingnian stood in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully shaving his barely-there stubble.

After shaving, he picked up nail clippers, trimming nails he’d only clipped two days ago.

Then, he changed into a crisp new white shirt.

…

Outside, a Rolls-Royce Phantom smoothly entered Shen Garden, drawing countless stares from tourists in the open zone.

“Look, that’s the Phantom! A limited edition—worth over eighty million! That must be Shen Jiuye’s car!”

“And in the passenger seat… isn’t that a woman? Could it be Shen Jiuye’s girlfriend?!”

“If it is… her luck is out of this world!”

Of course, some immediately objected.

“Girlfriend? Impossible. Shen Jiuye’s a sworn bachelor.”

“So, what if he said that before? If he’s met his true love, he’d change!”

“You’re dreaming. With his status at the peak of the financial world, what ordinary girl could possibly catch his eye?”

…

As the debate raged, the Rolls-Royce drove deeper into the estate, finally entering the private, non-public zone of Shen Garden.

If the open zone was a palace, then the private zone was paradise.

Carved marble everywhere, world-class designer fixtures, even the courtyard lamps were luxury imports. A place beyond imagination, far outshining any TV drama’s “wealthy family” sets.

At the entrance, Old Madam Shen and Shen Jingshu were already waiting, eyes fixed expectantly on the drive.

“There! She’s here!” Shen Jingshu gripped her mother’s arm excitedly. “Mom, look—it’s Miss Jiang!”

The Rolls-Royce pulled smoothly into its space.

Yun Haotian hurried out, circling to the passenger side to open the door.

“Boss Jiang, we’ve arrived.”

“Alright.” Jiang Ning stepped down.

Her outfit was simple. Light denim jeans, white sneakers, a fresh white shirt. No makeup, no frills—yet her natural beauty shone all the brighter. Each subtle smile carried elegance that captivated without effort.

The kind of aura where it was the person who elevated the clothes, not the other way around.

Shen Jingshu rushed forward and hugged her warmly. “Ningning, welcome to Shen Garden!”

“Thank you, Sister Shen,” Jiang Ning replied with a polite smile.

Then Shen Jingshu pulled her closer to the older woman. “Mom, this is Jiang Ning—the benefactor who saved Jingnian’s life. Without her, you wouldn’t have your precious son today. Not only is she an extraordinary doctor, but she’s also the kindest, most genuine girl I’ve ever met.”

She then looked back at Jiang Ning. “Ningning, this is my mother.”

Jiang Ning offered a gentle smile, dimples deepening. “Hello, Madam Shen. I’m Jiang Ning.”

That smile, those faint dimples—it was like being bathed in spring sunlight, irresistibly warm and charming.

Old Madam Shen froze on the spot. Her jaw practically hit the floor.

H-holy sh*t…

This… this was the very daughter-in-law she’d been dreaming of!