Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 8

A calm, steady voice rang out, slicing through the tense air.

“Ma’am, I need to correct you. Throughout history, there has never been a shortage of women who have made great contributions to the world and their countries. Your ignorance doesn’t erase their achievements — it only reveals how little you know.
And please — there are children present. Their views of the world are still forming. Don’t poison them with your outdated, backwards beliefs.
Also, as a woman yourself, your self-loathing is tragic. I truly feel sorry for your children.”

The older woman immediately planted her fists on her hips, fury written all over her face.
“Where did this little brat come from?! Grown folks are talking, and you think it’s your place to butt in? Where’s your upbringing?! You’re calling me ignorant — if you’re so smart, then go ahead, name some women from history who did anything important for their country or society! If you can’t back up your talk, I’ll rip that little mouth of yours to shreds!”

Zhou Jinpeng quickly tugged on Jiang Ning’s sleeve and whispered anxiously,
“Ning girl, there’s no need to get involved. Let’s not make trouble for ourselves, okay?”

He knew Jiang Ning hadn’t even finished high school — how could she possibly have deep knowledge about history or world affairs?

Frankly, he didn’t know any female historical figures off the top of his head either.

And standing up without substance? That would only make them look like fools.

But—

Jiang Ning gave a slight smile.
“Don’t worry, Grandpa Zhou.”

She stood there, calm and composed, back straight like a sword. Though she looked just seventeen or eighteen, her presence was that of someone who had weathered storms and come out stronger on the other side.

Then she began, “Please listen carefully.”

Her tone was cool but unwavering.
Each word fell like a weight, loud and clear.

“China’s first female anatomist was Madam Zhang Xiugu, whose dissection techniques predated the West by nearly a thousand years.”

“In the Qing Dynasty, Wang Zhenyi was our first female scientist, praised internationally as a woman who laid the groundwork for modern science. She wrote Eclipse Theory, and after studying Copernican theory, produced The Theory of a Round Earth. She was the first person in the world to connect macro and microcosmic views of the universe.”

“Wu Zetian, history’s first and only empress, ushered in the prosperous Zhou Dynasty Reign. Her governance was hailed as even more refined than the legendary Tang era.”

“Qin Liangyu, the Ming Dynasty’s first female general, led countless battles against the Qing invasion and internal uprisings. Her valor earned her the title ‘Marquis of Loyalty and Chastity.’”

“Marie Curie was the physicist who discovered radium.”

“Rosalind Franklin uncovered the double-helix structure of DNA.”

“Hedy Lamarr, also known as the ‘Mother of Wi-Fi’, pioneered technologies that led to Wi-Fi, Bluetooth, and GPS.”

“And the world’s first computer programmer? That was Ada Lovelace.”

“…”

Her voice was even, her pace steady, each name like a thunderclap.

The entire garden fell into stunned silence.

No one expected this girl — this young, unassuming teenager — to possess such powerful knowledge, let alone recall it all with such confidence and clarity.

At that moment, the ancient saying “knowledge radiates from within” came vividly to life.

Zhou Jinpeng, still seated in his wheelchair, stared at her in shock, jaw hanging open in an “O” shape.

He’d thought Jiang Ning was just putting on airs.

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Clap! Clap! Clap!”

A round of spontaneous applause broke out among the bystanders.

“Bravo! That was brilliant, young lady!”

“What century is it? And we still have people saying girls aren’t as good as boys? Ridiculous! I’m embarrassed on that auntie’s behalf!”

“Girl power, all the way!”

Not every teenager with knowledge could stand in public and speak like that — with such poise, grace, and righteous fury.

The smug auntie from earlier now wished she could crawl into a hole.

She had thought this was just some naive little girl she could easily put in her place.

She had no idea she was dealing with a wall of iron.

Sweat dripping down her forehead, the auntie turned tail and fled the pavilion in a hurry, not daring to look back.

Meanwhile, Old Madam Shen, hidden in the crowd, was still staring at Jiang Ning, face full of shock… and admiration.

She’d met many people in her lifetime.

But someone like this girl?

It was her first time.

Beautiful, poised, articulate — and most importantly, humble.
Despite her brilliance, Jiang Ning carried herself with grace, never arrogant.

She was like plum blossoms in snow — serene yet resilient.
Or like a pine standing tall on a mountainside — steadfast through wind and rain.

At that very moment, Madam Shen saw it clearly —
It was as if her future daughter-in-law was standing right there, waving at her with a smile.

“If that idiot son of mine could land a girl like this… I’d laugh in my dreams!”

Panicked at the thought of losing such a perfect daughter-in-law to someone else, she took a step forward, ready to go say hello.

But then she paused.

No, no, no!
What if she scared her off by being too abrupt?

She needed to wait.
To pick the right moment.

Besides—she had something more urgent to do right now.

She pulled out her phone and dialled a number.

“Hello? Annie! It’s me—listen up—”

“Yes, Madam Shen, I’m here. Please go ahead.”
The assistant’s respectful voice came through the phone.

Old Madam Shen didn’t hesitate.

“Book me a swimming coach. I’ll start classes the moment I’m discharged.”

Swimming coach?

“A swimming coach? Madam are you saying… you want to learn to swim?”
The assistant sounded like they’d just choked on water.

What kind of seventy-something-year-old grandma suddenly decides to take up swimming?

“Yes, that’s exactly what I said!”
Old Madam Shen’s tone was as firm as if she were pledging allegiance to the Party.

She was a sensible mother-in-law.
In the future, even if she and her daughter-in-law fell into the water together, she wouldn’t wait for anyone to save her—
She’d climb out herself!

Not only that—
She’d haul her precious daughter-in-law out with her!

Yay me!
I’m amazing!
I’m the best in the universe!

The fact that the Shen family could one day marry a girl like that.

Their ancestors must have burned incense on the right grave!

And Shen Jingnian having a mother like her?

He must’ve saved the whole galaxy in his past life!

After hanging up, she immediately called her son.

Without even giving him time to speak, she launched into a verbal barrage:

“Listen here, you little brat! Having a mom like me is the greatest blessing you’ll ever get in your three pitiful lifetimes! You must’ve racked up serious karma in your past life!”

She hung up immediately after dropping that line, not even giving him a chance to respond.

Inside the car, Shen Jingnian stared at his phone.

“???”

What kind of fever dream was this woman having now?

…

At that same moment—

Screech—

The driver gently pressed the brakes and turned around,

“Master Shen, Mr. Yun — we’ve arrived.”

Yun Haotian was the first to get out.

“Uncle, I’ll head in first.”

“Mm.” Shen Jingnian gave a slight nod.

They stood in front of an imposing private villa.

This was the home of Lin Fuhua, the capital’s most sought-after miracle doctor.

A direct disciple of the legendary Hua Tuo school of medicine, Lin Fuhua was known to bring the dead back from the brink.
He wasn’t just skilled — getting an appointment with him was near impossible.

Yun Haotian had shelled out a six-figure sum just to squeeze into today’s 3 PM slot.

As soon as they entered the villa, they were greeted by walls lined with honorary banners from grateful patients.

In the consultation office, Yun Haotian handed over a prescription slip.

“Doctor Lin, could you please take a look at this prescription and see if there’s anything wrong with it?”

Lin Fuhua accepted the paper, his eyes scanning the lines carefully.

“And who was this written for?”

Without seeing the patient in person, he couldn’t give a full judgment.

“It’s for me,”
came a low voice from the doorway.

Lin Fuhua looked up and was momentarily stunned.

A tall man, around 190cm, strode in. His features were sharp as stars, his aura cold and commanding.
Even someone as revered as Lin Fuhua couldn’t help but feel a ripple of pressure.

What an overwhelming presence!

Lin Fuhua instinctively stood up from his seat.

“Please, sir — have a seat.”

Shen Jingnian gave a polite nod and took the chair across from him.

Lin Fuhua measured his words carefully.

“May I ask for your surname, sir?”

“Shen.”

“Ah, Mr. Shen.”
Lin Fuhua stroked his beard, then retrieved a pulse pillow from his medicine chest and set it on the desk.

“Allow me to take your pulse.”

Shen Jingnian placed his left hand on the pillow.

Lin Fuhua reached out, fingers gently pressing against his wrist.

About thirty seconds passed before he withdrew his hand and gave a smile.

“There’s no need to worry, Mr. Shen. Based on your pulse, your body is in good health. You’re just experiencing some internal heat, which is causing light sweating and a mild cough. A simple cooling, detoxifying herbal remedy should be enough to set things right.”

Yun Haotian’s eyes lit up at those words.

I knew it!
He’d been telling Shen Jingnian that girl they ran into in the elevator — the one who scribbled down a prescription — was clearly a scammer.

But Shen Jingnian wouldn’t listen.

Still, credit where it’s due — this Lin doctor was the real deal.

After all, Shen Jingnian had gone through countless medical tests and hospital scans before anyone even figured out what was wrong.

Yet Lin Fuhua had diagnosed it with just a single pulse reading — and got it exactly right!

Yun Haotian forced down his shock and asked, “Doctor Lin, just to confirm — you’re saying my uncle only needs some basic herbal medicine to clear the heat?”

“Correct,” Lin Fuhua nodded firmly.

Yun Haotian pressed further, “But the girl who wrote this prescription said my uncle’s condition was a textbook case of ‘qi and yin deficiency.’ She claimed if he didn’t take her medicine immediately, he’d collapse within three days with serious consequences!”

Lin Fuhua’s brows furrowed in disbelief.

“Which back-alley quack told you that nonsense?”

His voice grew cold.

“Qi and yin deficiency symptoms include chills and cold intolerance. But Mr. Shen’s symptoms are the exact opposite. I, Lin Fuhua, have practiced medicine my entire life — do you really think I can’t tell the difference between internal heat and deficiency?”

There was one thing Lin Fuhua never tolerated —
Having his medical skills questioned.

Especially not when he was the direct heir of Hua Tuo’s lineage!

His voice sharpened.

“Mr. Shen, please don’t believe a single word of that three-day nonsense.
If you really collapse in three days like they said, I’ll write my own name upside down!”

He slammed the prescription onto the desk.

“And this formula — it’s dangerous. If you take it while healthy, you’ll become sick. That so-called doctor is playing with human lives!”