Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 77

The moment the man suddenly appeared at Jiang Ning’s side—

Cheng Zijun froze.

W-Who was he?

Why was he holding Jiang Ning so intimately?

Even Jiang Ning was briefly stunned. From her angle, she could clearly see Shen Jingnian’s sharp, defined profile—and then came the sound of a heartbeat in her ears.

Strong. Steady.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Each beat slammed into her like a drum.

The feeling was strange—this was the first time she’d ever been held by a man like this, his arm wrapped firmly around her waist. Even through the thin layer of clothing, she could feel the scorching heat from his palm.

Hot enough to be frightening.

Her breath hitched.

She almost forgot how to react.

Until—

Shen Jingnian turned to Cheng Zijun, his voice icy cold as he spoke again:
“Jiang Ning is my girlfriend now. Do not harass her again.”

His tone was so frigid it felt dipped in frost.

Cheng Zijun blanched, cold sweat breaking out across his forehead.

He… he was Jiang Ning’s boyfriend?

How?
Why?

Wasn’t Jiang Ning supposed to love him the most?

They’d only been divorced a few months. How did she already have a boyfriend?

And—

Why did her new boyfriend look so familiar?

Like…

Like Ninth Master Shen!

Cheng Zijun didn’t want to admit it, but the man in front of him—handsome, imposing, carrying an overwhelming aura—looked unmistakably similar.

Shen Jingnian was famously low-profile and had never accepted interviews, so Cheng Zijun had never seen him up close. Only once at a banquet, from far away, basking in everyone’s adoration.

But this man—his features, his aura—were too similar.

Jiang Ning swiftly looped her arm around Shen Jingnian’s waist and slipped effortlessly into character.
“Yes. Shen Jingnian is my boyfriend! Honey, didn’t we agree to watch a movie together? Why are you so late?”

Shen… Jingnian?

It was actually Shen Jingnian?!

Cheng Zijun’s legs nearly gave out.

How did Jiang Ning seduce him?

No—impossible.
Absolutely impossible!

A top-tier man like Shen Jingnian would never look twice at a “second-hand woman” like her.

Meanwhile—

Jiang Ning smelled good. Soft. Warm.

They were standing so close that her heartbeat was audible to him as well. Her unique fragrance—cool and sweet, like plum blossoms after snow—wrapped around him, slipping straight into his senses.

A scent no artificial perfume could replicate.

Shen Jingnian went rigid.

A restless heat surged through him, impossible to suppress.

His throat burned.

“S-Sorry, Ningning…” His voice was low and hoarse, roughened by an effort to restrain himself. His eyes were filled with molten tenderness. “Something came up last minute. That’s why I’m late. It won’t happen again.”

If Jiang Ning had looked up right then, she would have seen—

His face was bright red. Even the skin at his collarbone was flushed.

Not only his eyes, even his voice was dripping with tenderness—completely unlike his usual cold demeanor.

Even Jiang Ning couldn’t tell what was real and what was acting.

Mr. Shen’s acting skills are insane… he could debut in the entertainment industry.

Seeing how fast Jiang Ning had “gotten a new boyfriend”—and a boyfriend who looked frighteningly similar to Ninth Master Shen—

Cheng Zijun’s heart twisted painfully.

Why?

Wasn’t he supposed to be Jiang Ning’s eternal white moonlight?

Why did she fall for someone else so quickly?

The more he thought about it, the harder it was to breathe. He pointed at Jiang Ning, fury and humiliation twisting his expression.
“Sir, you probably don’t know, right? Jiang Ning isn’t only my ex-wife—she’s a second-hand reject I didn’t want! She—”

He fully expected Shen Jingnian to recoil in disgust.
After all, no man would willingly accept a woman like that.

Jiang Ning would be abandoned again—
And that thought made him ecstatic.

But—

Before he could finish his sentence, a fist smashed into his face.

Bang!

Cheng Zijun hit the ground hard, his cheek swelling instantly like a pig’s head, joints slamming against the pavement as if shattering.

But it wasn’t over.

The next second—

A polished leather shoe slammed ruthlessly into his groin.

“Ahhhh—!!”

A screech like a slaughtered pig pierced the air.

Cheng Zijun curled on the ground like a boiled shrimp, clutching his crotch with trembling hands, face contorted in agonized terror.

Pain.
So much pain.

Did it… break?

Shen Jingnian’s sculpted features were shrouded in icy hostility as he looked down on him like a king delivering judgment.

“Listen well. I don’t care whose ex-wife she used to be—Jiang Ning is now my woman. Today is just a warning. If you dare approach her or slander her again, I’ll make sure you never have descendants.”

He pulled out a handkerchief, meticulously wiping his fist as if he’d touched something filthy. Then he tossed it onto Cheng Zijun’s face with utter disdain.

Hand cleaned, Shen Jingnian gently wrapped his arm around Jiang Ning’s waist again, voice low and magnetic.
“Ningning, let’s go.”

Jiang Ning snapped out of her daze—the words “my woman” still echoing in her ears. She nodded and got into the car.

His two assistants stayed behind to handle cleanup.

Shen Jingnian helped close her door, then walked around to the driver’s side and got in.

The temperature inside the car was cool.

A welcome contrast to the scorching heat outside.

Jiang Ning turned toward him.

He looked at her at the same moment.

Their eyes met.

His phoenix eyes were deep and dark, like an ancient well with no bottom.
Hers were clear, bright, with a watery glimmer—dangerously mesmerizing.

Both froze.

Jiang Ning came back to herself first.
“Mr. Shen, thank you for helping me just now. If not for you, Cheng Zijun would keep buzzing around me like a fly.”

After that last kick, even she felt a sympathetic chill.

“Miss Jiang,” Shen Jingnian coughed lightly, suppressing the lingering heat coiling in his chest, “I acted presumptuously. The situation forced me to pretend to be your boyfriend.”

“It’s fine, really. I should be thanking you. Let me treat you to a meal sometime!”

“Alright, Miss Jiang.” He didn’t decline. “Where do you want to go? I’ll have the driver send you.”

Jiang Ning smiled. “We’re already so familiar—just call me by my name. Like everyone else, just call me Ningning.”

Shen Jingnian nodded softly.
“Then you can call me by my name as well.”

“Shen Jingnian?” she asked.

“Yes.”

The middle-aged driver almost dropped the steering wheel.

Calling Ninth Master by his full name??

And Ninth Master actually agreed??

In all of A City—no, in the entire country—there wasn’t a single soul daring to call him that!

Looks like this Miss Jiang held a very special place in his heart.

If he hadn’t heard and seen it himself—
Who would believe it?!

“Where are you headed, Ningning?” Shen Jingnian resumed the earlier question.

The way he said “Ningning” carried a subtle, intoxicating warmth.

It sounded…

Very dangerous.
And very pleasant.

Jiang Ning blinked, then said, “I’m meeting San Yue at Wutong Plaza to watch a movie.”

Shen Jingnian nodded and spoke to the driver.
“Uncle Ma, drive to Wutong Plaza.”

“Yes, Ninth Master.”

Jiang Ning tilted her head slightly. “And you? Why were you suddenly at my neighborhood’s entrance?”

“My mother sent me,” Shen Jingnian replied.

“Madam Shen?”

He nodded. “She had something for you. She forgot to give it to you last time, so she asked me to bring it over.”

“What is it?”

“Snacks. And a small gift.”

“She’s way too polite… I feel bad!”

“It’s fine. She likes you. And she’s grateful you saved me. So don’t overthink it.” He paused. “After I drop you off, I’ll have the driver send the items to your place. Which unit do you live in?”

“Building Five, Unit 101. My grandpa should be home.”

“Alright.”

The car sped smoothly toward the plaza.

Soon, they arrived.

Shen Jingnian got out and opened her door.
“Ningning, if that fly bothers you again, message or call me anytime.”

“Fly,” of course, referred to Cheng Zijun.

Jiang Ning nodded. “Alright. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

After they said their goodbyes, he got back into the car.
“Uncle Ma, go to the company first, then deliver the items to Miss Jiang’s home.”

“Yes, Ninth Master.”

A minute later—

“Never mind,” Shen Jingnian suddenly said. “I’ll go myself.”

His mother had told him to deliver them personally.
Sending a driver would be rude.

Uncle Ma blinked. “So you won’t be returning to the company for now?”

“Mm. Go to Miss Jiang’s home first.”

“Yes.”

Uncle Ma looked calm, but inside—

Waves. Huge waves.

Ninth Master really… liked her.

Tsk tsk tsk!
This was an old house catching fire—and the fire was blazing hot!

Shen Jingnian leaned back, grabbed a cold mineral water from the car fridge, twisted off the cap, and drank half the bottle in one go.

The icy water soothed the heat burning through him.

From the rear-view mirror, Uncle Ma caught the sight—

Tsk tsk tsk. Definitely on fire.

After finishing the water, Shen Jingnian pulled out his phone and opened the game.

Yes—

Peak of Splendor’s PC and mobile versions synced perfectly.
A key reason it went global overnight.

He unfolded his phone and logged in.

He immediately entered Serendipity Manor.

First thing he checked—
phyllis’s homepage.

Offline.

Last online: two hours ago.

He opened the player profile.

Age: Hidden
Gender: Hidden
Total playtime: 26 hours

Shen Jingnian narrowed his eyes.

Such an interesting person.

Though he didn’t know their gender, he vaguely assumed they were male—girls usually preferred Chess rather than Go.

Returning to the peach blossom tree, he discovered a new puzzle set on the stone table.

This one was far harder than yesterday’s.

By the time the car reached Jiang Ning’s building, he still hadn’t solved it.

“Ninth Master, we’ve arrived,” Uncle Ma reminded him.

Shen Jingnian snapped back to reality, opened the door, took the gift bags from the trunk, and said,
“I’ll go alone. Wait here.”

“Yes.”

He walked to Unit 101 and knocked.

Knock, knock, knock—

The door opened quickly.

“Who is it?”

Old Master Jiang stood there.

“Hello, Grandpa Jiang? I’m Ningning’s friend. I’m here to deliver something to her.”
For reasons unknown—even though Shen Jingnian had faced down storms in the business world—
in front of this elderly man, he felt nervous.

Really nervous.

An unfamiliar, strange feeling.

“Oh! A friend of Ningning’s!” Old Master Jiang beamed. “Come in, come in!”

Shen Jingnian walked inside. His expensive, tailored suit looked wildly out of place in the modest little apartment.

Old Master Jiang could tell at a glance he wasn’t an ordinary person.
Smiling, he asked, “What’s your surname, young man?”

Shen Jingnian straightened subconsciously.
“Grandpa Jiang, just call me Xiao Shen. My name is Shen Jingnian.”