Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 72

Be a driver… for a dog?

The insult was obvious.

Zhang Haoxuan wasn’t just mocking Wang Shengli—
He was degrading him. Thoroughly.

And where did he get the confidence?

Naturally, from the Cheng Group backing him.

What was Wang Shengli now?

A family failure—nothing more than a stray dog!

Hearing this, Xue Kai slammed the table and shot up. “Zhang Haoxuan! Don’t you dare push people too far!”

This was way out of line.

“Push people too far? President Xue, wrong choice of words,” Zhang Haoxuan sneered. “Letting this useless mutt Wang Shengli drive for my dog is elevating him! If not for the years we’ve known each other, he wouldn’t even be qualified to drive my dog around!”

Li Lei chimed in with a laugh.
“President Zhang is right. We’re not the type to kick someone when they’re down. If President Wang doesn’t want to drive for the dog, my family estate could use a security guard. With his height and his age? Perfect for guarding a gate.”

By the end, Li Lei was laughing out loud.

And Zhang Haoxuan joined him.

Wang Shengli’s face was tight with suppressed fury.

He wanted nothing more than to leap up and knock both men’s teeth out.

But reason held him in place.

Right now—he could only endure.

Xue Kai pointed a trembling finger at the two.
“Li Lei! Zhang Haoxuan! I’m telling you—Jidong isn’t what it used to be. Jidong now has Miss Jiang. Miss Jiang can develop AAA games. You two petty backstabbers—just wait. You’ll regret this!”

Miss Jiang?

Hearing the name, Li Lei’s laughter grew even more arrogant.
“That yellow-haired little girl? You think she can surpass our President Cheng and make a AAA game? Keep dreaming! Jidong is already a dead fish. Even if you give that girl the entire ocean, she’ll never become a dragon! The only dragon in A City is President Cheng!”

Even if she were given ten more years…

She’d never catch up to Cheng Zijun.

Not ten years, not a hundred. Not a thousand.

“She’ll never reach him!”

“Bah!” Xue Kai snapped. “Dragon? More like a dead lizard!”

Zhang Haoxuan opened his mouth to retort, but Li Lei grabbed his arm.
“Forget it, President Zhang. They’re just stubborn ducks quacking before death. Why bother?”

“They’ll be begging us soon enough!”

Hearing that, Zhang Haoxuan straightened his collar, lifted his chin, and looked down at Wang Shengli.
“Wang Shengli, I’ll be waiting for you to crawl back and beg me to let you drive my dog.”

Then he turned.
“President Li, let’s go.”

“Go!”

The two walked out.

Xue Kai stared at their backs, simmering.
“Traitors never end well! Just wait! Once Jidong completes the AAA game, you’ll regret every word!”

Li Lei and Zhang Haoxuan exchanged looks—mocking smiles in both pairs of eyes.

Funniest joke they’d heard all year.

They laughed loudly as they exited.

Li Lei turned back one more time.
“Go home and keep dreaming! In dreams, anything’s possible!”

Xue Kai looked at Wang Shengli, unsure how to comfort him. He simply patted his back.
“Old Wang… don’t take their filth to heart. They’ll regret everything.”

Wang Shengli nodded, eyes firm.

Yes.

They would regret it.

Meanwhile…

The Cheng Group was buzzing with activity.

Lin Yuze burst into the office, practically vibrating with excitement.
“Brother Zijun! Thirty million! Our pre-registration is about to pass the thirty-million mark!”

This was unprecedented in gaming history.

Even the hottest domestic game had only managed ten million pre-regs the day before release.

And the Cheng Group was about to triple that.

Even Lin Yuze hadn’t expected this.

Cheng Zijun narrowed his eyes.
“It’s 11:50 p.m. Ten minutes left. We’ll definitely pass thirty million.”
He paused.
“What about Jidong?”

Lin Yuze grinned. “Jidong’s only at two hundred thousand.”

Stellar Sky’s near–thirty-million pre-registrations wasn’t just due to celebrity endorsements—
The biggest booster was the label stuck on Cheng Zijun himself.

The once-in-ten-years financial prodigy.

A black horse like him couldn’t possibly make a bad game.

Jidong, on the other hand, had nothing.

Naturally, all eyes were on the Cheng Group.

Cheng Zijun’s lips curled in disdain.

Two hundred thousand? Pathetic.

No competition at all.

Of course Jiang Ning couldn’t live without him.

The only reason she shone at the Cheng Group was because she loved him.

Love could conquer all obstacles.

But what did Jidong have now?

Nothing.

Just wait.

She’d be crawling back soon enough.

And when she did—he wouldn’t forgive her easily.

Midnight.

Both Jidong and the Cheng Group released their games simultaneously.

The Cheng Group’s official site crashed instantly from overload.

Jidong’s?
Only a few hundred downloads.

Seeing this, Cheng Zijun smirked.

He suspected that even those few hundred downloads were just people who couldn’t load the Cheng Group’s app and clicked Jidong’s page out of boredom.

Yes. Definitely.

Now all that remained was to wait for the numbers to rise.

Content, he shut his computer and went to wash up.
He hadn’t slept well in days preparing for the launch.

On the other side…

Streamer Qian Jiayi was trying to download Stellar Sky, but kept getting stuck.

His chat spammed:

“Download Jidong’s game instead!”

With a sigh, he moved his mouse to Jidong’s official page.

“Fine, fine. If that’s what you all want, I’ll go expose how fake their AAA game is. Not like I’ve got anything better to do.”

The Peak of Splendor downloaded shockingly fast—
Just one minute.

“One minute? What quality game could possibly come out of that?”

He clicked open the game while complaining,
“Bet this is a pile of crap. If not for you guys, I wouldn’t waste data on this trash.”

But when the opening screen appeared—

A massive, breathtaking cinematic flashed across the screen:

Welcome to The Peak of Splendor!

The display was stunning even without VR.

Below it:

Developer: Miss Jiang

Qian Jiayi froze—then scoffed.

“Nice opening. Very AAA. Shame the content’s probably garbage. I heard this Miss Jiang is all show. Can’t compare to President Cheng.”

He registered his account, followed the tutorial, and stepped into the real game.

And slowly—

His expression changed.

From dismissive…
To surprised…
To shocked…
To utterly speechless.

“What the—?! No way. Did Jidong actually… actually make a real AAA game?!”

The Peak of Splendor fused wilderness survival with tactical shooting.
Players could hunt in open-world biomes, build custom modules, and explore dynamic systems—nothing like the fixed-logic games on the market.

Plus, the groundbreaking visuals…

The experience was addictively immersive.

He even forgot he was live.

Until his assistant poked him.

He jolted.
“Sorry, folks! This game is insane! I apologize to Miss Jiang and Jidong! Starting today, Jidong and Miss Jiang are my parents!”

“Go download The Peak of Splendor RIGHT NOW!”

The chat exploded.

“WTF—Miss Jiang is OP!!”
“I’m downloading it now!”
“Foreigners said we couldn’t make AAA games. WELL—WE DID IT! I’M SO PROUD TO BE CHINESE!”
“Miss Jiang yyds!”
“Who IS she?! How is she even stronger than the ten-year black horse?!”
“Can’t wait for the Cangqiong Awards! Will we finally see her face?”

Momentum flipped instantly.

Players who had been waiting for Stellar Sky swarmed to download The Peak of Splendor instead.

Within one hour—

Downloads shot from a few hundred
to over one million.

Reviews skyrocketed.

Jidong, Miss Jiang, and The Peak of Splendor dominated Weibo’s trending list.

Meanwhile, at the Cheng Group—

Downloads remained stuck at the initial tens of thousands.

The hype had backfired.
With The Peak of Splendor as comparison, Stellar Sky looked like… absolute trash.

Its rating plummeted from 10 to 3.

The next morning.

Cheng Zijun woke up, still unaware of the disaster.

Before he even picked up his phone, Lin Yuze burst into the room.

“Brother Z-Zijun! Jidong—Jiang Ning—t-they—they’re on the hot search!”

Hot search?!

Jidong?

Impossible.

That little village girl Jiang Ning? Even more impossible.

Which meant—

There was only one explanation:

He, the once-in-ten-years black horse, and the Cheng Group must have trended first.

Lin Yuze must’ve worded it poorly.

Thinking that, Cheng Zijun shot up from the sofa.

“Is it me and our game trending?!”