Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 80

Back then, the entrance to Serendipity Manor would’ve been given to Yun Haotian without question.

But not now.

Shen Jingnian didn’t want a third person to disrupt the unspoken understanding between him and phyllis.

After replying to Yun Haotian, Shen Jingnian clicked the mouse and rearranged the pieces on the chessboard.

This time, the puzzle was upgraded—[Assassination].

[Assassination] was a trap puzzle Shen Jingnian had spent half a month designing.

Even [Willow Fluff] had challengers try to solve it before.

But [Assassination]?

So far, no one had cracked it—except him.

Shen Jingnian was genuinely curious: what level was phyllis at?

Seeing Shen Jingnian’s reply, Yun Haotian was dumbfounded.

Seriously? Uncle is that stingy?

He didn’t even give me access to Serendipity Manor.

“Hmph! If you won’t give it, I won’t ask!” Yun Haotian huffed. “I’ll find the entrance myself. I’ll show Uncle I can handle this on my own!”

No steamed buns, no pride lost!

The thought sparked a sudden surge of determination in Yun Haotian.

Meanwhile, the wildfire of Peak of Splendor had sent the Cheng Group spiraling in the business world.

Major shareholders were terminating contracts.

Key staff were jumping ship.

In just two days, the company was in chaos.

Even Wang Yuan’s status in the elite social circles crumbled.

No one invited her to card games anymore.

Knowing her son had gone to see Jiang Ning today, Wang Yuan lingered at the door, anxiously waiting for Cheng Zijun.

After all—

All hope now rested on Jiang Ning.

Wang Yuan had never believed Jiang Ning had the ability to bring fortune to a husband.

But now… disbelief was no longer an option.

Since Jiang Ning left, the Cheng family’s luck had worsened, and bankruptcy was looming.

Even as night fell, Cheng Zijun hadn’t returned. Wang Yuan grew uneasy and glanced at Wang Qingke.
“Qingke… you don’t think that little village girl refused to come back with your brother, do you?”

Wang Qingke scoffed.
“Refused? Impossible! My brother is her destiny. Now that he personally went to see her, she must be so moved she’ll faint with excitement. How could she refuse to come back with him?”

“Auntie, you really overestimate that little village girl.”

Wang Yuan’s worry vanished instantly at her niece’s words.

True! Jiang Ning loved her precious son so much—Cheng Zijun went personally to fetch her. How could she refuse?

Wang Qingke’s eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp, cruel glint flashing.
“Auntie, this time, you must not let her off easily. She needs to kneel and apologize. Teach her a lesson. Otherwise, she’ll only get more arrogant. She needs to know—who truly rules this family!”

This time, Wang Qingke was determined to make the little village girl pay.

Wang Yuan looked at her.
“Qingke, you’re right. That little village girl must have her arrogance broken. I heard she refused to come back even after Zijun messaged her. She only agreed to come because he went personally. If this continues, she’ll think she owns the world! She’s just a nobody village girl. And my son agreed to remarry her—what luck must she have accumulated in her past lives? And now she dares to act high and mighty! Who does she think she is?”

The more Wang Yuan thought, the angrier she got.

Damn little village girl!

She even made her precious son run all that way.

She really thought she was someone important.

Hmph!

At that moment, a black car stopped at the villa gate.

The door opened.

Cheng Zijun stepped out.

Wang Yuan rushed over.
“Zijun’s back!”

“Mom.”

Wang Yuan was too excited to notice Cheng Zijun’s face had a faint grayish pallor. She glanced at the back seat, face hardening.
“That little village girl actually has the nerve to sit back there? Get out and apologize right now!”

She then raised her voice at Cheng Zijun.
“Zijun, listen! Not just anyone can step foot in the Cheng family. This time, you can’t stop me. I’ll properly discipline that little village girl, or she’ll never know her place!”

Her words were deliberately for Jiang Ning’s ears.

She made it clear: if Jiang Ning didn’t kneel and apologize, she wouldn’t forgive her.

Seeing this, Cheng Zijun’s expression darkened. He didn’t know how to speak.
“Mom… I… Jiang Ning didn’t come back with me.”

What?

Wang Yuan’s eyes went wide.

Even Wang Qingke suspected she’d misheard.

Jiang Ning didn’t come back with Cheng Zijun?!

Wang Qingke immediately asked,
“Brother, you didn’t find Jiang Ning?”

“I did,” sighed Cheng Zijun, still recovering from the shock. “But she refuses to remarry me.”

Wang Yuan’s entire body stiffened.
That damn little village girl!
He went personally to fetch her, and she still dared to act like this? Does she expect a royal procession too?!

In Wang Yuan’s mind, Cheng Zijun going to fetch her was already a huge concession.

She’s too arrogant!

Cheng Zijun recalled Shen Jingnian wrapping his arm around Jiang Ning’s waist, chest tightening, struggling to breathe.
“Jiang Ning… she already has a new boyfriend.”

Wang Qingke’s disbelief was palpable.
“Brother… wasn’t Jiang Ning’s greatest love you? You just divorced two months ago—how could she betray you so quickly?”

Cheng Zijun shook his head.
“I don’t know what happened. But she does have a boyfriend.”

Wang Qingke narrowed her eyes.
“Then… who is Jiang Ning’s boyfriend?”

Wang Yuan snorted.
“That divorcee ‘second-hand’ girl? What good man could she possibly find? Not even your little finger compares to my son!”

Cheng Zijun hesitated but admitted,
“It’s Shen Jingnian.”

“Who? Brother, you’re saying Jiang Ning’s boyfriend is…?”

Wang Qingke’s eyes went wide.

Wang Yuan froze.

Cheng Zijun repeated,
“Jiang Ning’s new boyfriend is Shen Jingnian.”

Wang Qingke swallowed hard.
“Brother… you mean Ninth Master Shen?”

“Yes.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Qingke’s envy practically overflowed. She snapped,
“Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Jiang Ning… what could she possibly have to catch Ninth Master Shen’s attention?”

Even she couldn’t get close to Ninth Master Shen!

Why should Jiang Ning?

Learning that Jiang Ning was now Shen Jingnian’s girlfriend was worse than a knife to the heart.

Wang Yuan also felt this was absurd.
“Zijun, you must be mistaken! Jiang Ning’s just a second-hand girl. Don’t talk about Ninth Master Shen—probably no wealthy man would want her! Ninth Master Shen isn’t blind!”

Shen Jingnian—the ultimate tycoon.

At the very top of the hierarchy!

He could have any woman he wanted.

Would he choose a divorced village girl?

Even thinking about it made it impossible.

Cheng Zijun’s tone grew heavy, strained.
“But… that person… looks very much like Ninth Master Shen…”

Very, very alike…

Even now, Cheng Zijun was still under the shadow of Shen Jingnian’s overwhelming presence.

“Looks alike? There are plenty of people who look alike in this world! Does that make them all Ninth Master Shen?” Wang Yuan scoffed.
“That little village girl is just trying to catch your attention! Zijun, from now on, stop contacting her. Don’t go looking for her. If you don’t, she’ll come to you. She’s counting on you chasing her, which is why she dares to act so high and mighty!”

Wang Qingke narrowed her eyes.
“Auntie’s right. That little village girl… why should she get close to Ninth Master Shen? That man is definitely a hired actor. Brother, if she comes back looking for you again, make her follow the rules. Don’t forgive her so easily like this time!”

Hearing their words, a glimmer of hope appeared in Cheng Zijun’s eyes.

Wang Yuan and Wang Qingke weren’t entirely wrong.

Shen Jingnian was far too noble.

He wouldn’t fall for a divorced “second-hand girl.”

Impossible!

That man was clearly an actor Jiang Ning had hired. She knew Cheng Zijun would come looking, so she arranged this scene.

Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental?

He wouldn’t appear early or late—just when Cheng Zijun came to find her.

So Jiang Ning must still love him.

If he waited a little longer, she would surely come back.

Meanwhile, in the tallest building in M Country…

Shen Jingnian had just finished a meeting. Around him were high-ranking executives, all foreign faces, yet every one of them spoke Mandarin fluently and precisely.

This was the world of the strong.

When a person reached the pinnacle, the world bent to them—not the other way around. Even Shen Group’s branch in M Country, staffed with locals, conducted all business in Mandarin.

“Ninth Master, here’s the full report of this morning’s meeting for your review,” a secretary said respectfully.

Shen Jingnian flipped through a few pages, lips barely moving.
“What’s the schedule for this afternoon?”

The secretary quickly reported.
“At 1 PM, the chairman and representatives of KD Group will visit you.
At 2 PM, you will inspect key projects on F Island.
At 5 PM, there’s a business forum.
At 8 PM, a charity gala.
…”

“Understood.”

Shen Jingnian pressed his hand lightly to his high nose bridge, his gaze cold and sharp—difficult to meet directly.

It was only 11 AM.
Two hours before the first appointment.

After a night-long flight yesterday and straight into today’s meeting, he hadn’t even adjusted to the time difference. And the afternoon schedule would be nonstop.

Back in his office, he instructed the secretary not to disturb him unnecessarily.

Yet, shortly after resting, Yun Zhengyi appeared.

Shen Jingnian looked up, slightly surprised.
“Brother-in-law, when did you arrive in M Country?”

“I came for a sudden meeting,” Yun Zhengyi said. “Just arrived. Jingnian, can you do me a favor?”

“What favor?”

“I accidentally upset your sister. I called her multiple times, and she didn’t answer. Can you call her for me? Check if she’s still angry?”

“Why did you make my sister angry?” Shen Jingnian asked, lifting his phoenix-like gaze.

Though Yun Zhengyi was over twenty years older, he still felt a sense of awe before his younger brother-in-law.

Even standing silently, Shen Jingnian made his scalp tingle. If not for his wife ignoring his calls, he wouldn’t have come here.

Scratching his head awkwardly, Yun Zhengyi admitted,
“I burned a hole in her favorite dress while smoking.”

Shen Jingnian blinked. That’s it?

“Then just buy her a new one,” he said.

“I did,” Yun Zhengyi continued, “but I worry she’s still angry. Jingnian, please make the call. Once you reach her, I’ll apologize personally. Otherwise, I can’t rest.”

Shen Jingnian sighed, bemused.
“Brother-in-law, you’re too soft. Too indulgent toward my sister. Can’t you be a little manly?”

In the Yun household, Shen Jingshu’s word was law.

Yun Zhengyi could barely make a decision for himself.

He didn’t mind at all, smiling:
“Manly? In a marriage? By the way, I heard most men in the Shen family fear their wives. If you laugh at me, maybe your wife will even make you kneel on a washboard! My wife may be a little temperamental, but I’ve never had to kneel on a washboard before.”

For Yun Zhengyi, avoiding kneeling on a washboard was happiness enough.

He had low expectations.

“Kneel on a washboard?” Shen Jingnian let out a faint laugh, his deep phoenix eyes narrowing.
“Impossible. Brother-in-law, I’m not as soft-boned as you, nor as easily bullied. A man’s knees are worth gold. Whoever dares make me kneel, I’ll make them regret it.”