Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 70

“Mm, let’s talk inside, let’s talk inside.”

With great effort, Old Madam Shi forced back her tears. She held onto Madam Si’s hand, and together the two elderly women walked into the house.

The butler had already prepared tea and delicate pastries—specialties of the capital.

Since Madam Si and Xue Yingxiang had not been to the capital for many years, naturally, they had to taste its finest offerings.

After a while, once both elders’ emotions had settled somewhat, Xue Yingxiang gently suggested:
“Mother, why don’t we ask Auntie to take us to see Brother-in-law?”

After all, aside from visiting Old Madam Shi, their true purpose in coming was to see Shi Nanxing.

Madam Si nodded.

Old Madam Shi rose from her chair. “Old Sister, Yingxiang, come with me.”

Shi Nanxing lived alone in a separate courtyard.

His room had once been the bridal chamber he shared with Si Huashang.

The walls still held their wedding portraits. There was also baby Shi Sheng’s full-month photo, and the little crib where she had once slept.

Even the stuffed bear in the crib remained untouched.

The room was arranged warmly, tenderly preserving fragments of a family’s once-perfect happiness.

The moment Madam Si and Xue Yingxiang stepped inside, the scene seemed to blur before their eyes, as though they could see the daily joy of that family of three, alive once more.

Their chests tightened. Their noses burned. The sorrow they had just managed to suppress surged back, reddening their eyes all over again.

Old Madam Shi walked to the bedside. “Nanxing, your mother and your Third Sister-in-law are here to see you.”

Shi Nanxing lay motionless on the bed.

There was no response.

Tears welled in Madam Si’s eyes again. She reached out and grasped her son’s lifeless hand.

“Nanxing… you must wake up soon. Only when you wake will we finally learn who hurt your family of three! I will avenge you. I will make sure those who harmed you suffer a fate worse than death!”

Her conviction echoed Old Madam Shi’s own suspicions.

Neither of them believed that the so-called accident all those years ago was truly an accident.

Shi Nanxing—he was the only survivor of that crash.

Only when he awakes, could the truth be restored.

Shi Nanyue, standing quietly at the side, let a flicker of something unreadable flash in her eyes before she offered Madam Si a tissue.

“Please don’t be too sad, Madam. If that crash really was man-made, I believe justice will prevail in time. The guilty will be punished.”

“Yes,” Xue Yingxiang quickly added, “Heaven has its cycles. No one escapes their judgment. Mother, once Brother-in-law’s family overcomes this darkest of nights, they will surely be reborn from the ashes.”

Their words gave Madam Si some comfort.

As the saying goes: No trial is insurmountable, no hurdle cannot be crossed.

Her daughter’s family had already endured too much suffering.

The days to come—surely, they would shine with brilliance.

Madam Si squeezed her son’s hands froze. Her tears blurred, she rubbed them away and whispered in surprise:
“Ah… Nanxing has a red birthmark on his arm. I remember Shengbao had the exact same mark when she was born.”

Old Madam Shi nodded with a bittersweet smile.
“You remember correctly. Shengbao did indeed have the same birthmark on her arm. Her eyes and lips took after Huashang, but her nose—and this birthmark—came from our Nanxing.”

She had always believed that, had her Shengbao lived, she would have grown into a breathtaking beauty.

After all, both Si Huashang and Shi Nanxing were extraordinary in appearance and talent. Especially Si Huashang, once hailed as the most beautiful woman in Xiangjiang before her marriage.

At this, Shi Nanyue exchanged a glance with Tang An, then spoke smoothly:
“Mother, you and Old Madam Si and Third Aunt haven’t seen each other for so many years. I’m sure you have endless things to talk about. Why don’t An’an and I go prepare tonight’s dinner menu?”

“Alright,” Old Madam Shi nodded, “you two go ahead.”

Mother and daughter left the courtyard together.

Tang An glanced back, curiosity glinting in her eyes.
“Mom, do you really think Uncle’s car accident back then was man-made?”

Shi Nanyue narrowed her eyes slightly.
“The police never found any evidence. That’s just their way of finding comfort.”

Tang An looped her arm through her mother’s, smiling sweetly.
“Lucky for us, you and Dad couldn’t get in the car that day. Otherwise, it would’ve been our family of three in that crash.”

Shi Nanyue’s expression betrayed nothing.
“Everyone has their fate. Perhaps that was simply your uncle and aunt’s destiny. They came to this world for a brief visit, leaving with nothing, taking nothing.

We, on the other hand, our family is meant to live in wealth and glory. No one will ever take what belongs to us.”

Determination burned in her gaze.

Tang An brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, a sly smile tugging her lips.
“Yes, that’s fate. Until the very end, no one knows destiny’s plan. Just like with our family. Originally, Shi Sheng was meant to inherit the Shi family. But everything has changed.”

Now—she was the heiress.

She was the chosen daughter of heaven.

And Shi Sheng? Nothing but a dead girl.

Once Old Madam Shi passed, she would waste no time in renaming the Shi Corporation into the Tang Corporation.

She had once thought to keep the Shi name out of respect for her mother.

But Old Madam Shi had disappointed her far too much.

If, in her grandmother’s heart, she wasn’t even worth a single strand of Shi Sheng’s hair—then let her witness her ruthlessness.

Shi Nanyue placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder, her voice solemn:
“An’an, your grandmother may not have lost her son, but with your uncle lying like this, it’s no different. She’s a pitiful woman. Be patient with her. Even if she scolds you, bear it. After all, she’s already in her sixties—how many decades can she possibly have left?”

Once Old Madam Shi was gone, everything in the Shi family would belong to Tang An.

For aside from Tang An, there was no one else in this world who shared Old Madam Shi’s bloodline.

Even if she disliked her granddaughter, she would have no choice but to hand the Shi Corporation to her.

After a pause, Shi Nanyue continued, her tone sharp with intent:
“And about Madam Si and Third Aunt Xue Yingxiang—treat them well. They haven’t been back to the capital in nineteen years. Tomorrow, I will take them sightseeing. Seize this chance. Make them like you. Best of all, earn an invitation to visit them in Xiangjiang.”

“Yes, Mother.”

Tang An’s eyes gleamed with ambition.

She would have the Shi family—and the Tang family—both within her grasp.

…

City A.

A milk tea shop.

Jiang Ning sat across from Yue Qianlan, sipping milk tea. Between them lay a spread of delicate desserts.

Scrolling her phone excitedly, Yue Qianlan chattered,
“Ningning, do you know? At midnight tonight, Cheng Corporation is releasing a new game. I’m so excited!”

She was a true gaming fanatic.

Cheng Corporation’s past titles had all been wildly popular. And its young heir, Cheng Zijun, had been crowned the financial world’s ‘once-in-a-decade black horse.’ That made her even more eager.

And she wasn’t the only one.

The entire market buzzed with anticipation.

As for Jidong—another gaming company, people were waiting too, but only to watch them make a fool of themselves.

“You’re excited for Cheng Corporation?” Jiang Ning arched a brow. “Why not look forward to Jidong’s release instead?”

“Why?” Yue Qianlan blinked in surprise.

Jiang Ning took a calm sip of tea.
“Because they’re making a triple-A title. And it’s something entirely new. You’ll like it.”

“Triple-A? That’s impossible!” Yue Qianlan laughed. “Even abroad they’ve never made one successfully, and you’re saying a domestic company can? Those teaser animations they released ages ago were proven fake.”

“That video wasn’t fake.” Jiang Ning’s tone was light, but certain.

“Not fake?” Yue Qianlan narrowed her eyes. “But it looked so unreal. I don’t beli—”

Crash!

Before she could finish, her hand slipped, knocking over her milk tea.

The drink spilled across the table, soaking Jiang Ning’s arm and her clothes.

“Oh no, Ningning! I didn’t mean to! Are you burned?!” Yue Qianlan leapt up in panic.

“I’m fine. It’s iced tea.” Jiang Ning calmly rolled up her sleeve. “I’ll just wash my hands.”

“I’ll come with you!”

“No need.” Jiang Ning waved her off. “You stay here. If we both leave, the staff might clear away our things.”

“Alright… I’ll wait here then.”

Three minutes later, Jiang Ning returned.

Her sleeve was still rolled up, revealing an arm pale as carved jade. Smooth, delicate.

And there, at the crook of her elbow—was a crimson mark, like cinnabar, like a lone red plum blossom blooming against snow.

Beautiful. Arresting.

Yue Qianlan’s gaze was instantly drawn.
“Ningning, your tattoo is stunning!”

Normally, few people could pull off a tattoo. Most seemed brash, unrefined.

But on Jiang Ning, this mark seemed born for her. Natural. Striking.

Jiang Ning smiled faintly, touching the mark.
“You mean this?”

“Yes!” Yue Qianlan nodded eagerly.

“This isn’t a tattoo,” Jiang Ning said softly. “It’s a birthmark. I’ve had it since birth.”

Yue Qianlan’s eyes widened.
“A birthmark! That’s incredible. You know, if you had ever been lost as a child, your parents could’ve found you again just from this!”

Then she paused, as if realizing something.
“Wait—Ningning, I’ve never heard you mention your parents before. Where are Uncle and Auntie?”

In all the time she’d known her, Jiang Ning had only ever spoken of her grandfather.

Jiang Ning’s hand trembled slightly as she lifted her fork. Her long lashes lowered, casting shadows that hid the mist in her eyes.

“My grandfather found me… abandoned in a ditch. I never had parents.”