Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 83

Shen Jingnian’s tone was calm. So calm that buying luxury handbags felt as casual as picking vegetables at the market.

And these weren’t just any bags.

There were classic styles, trending pieces, and even limited editions—altogether totaling over a million yuan.

The sales assistant, Jenny, was completely stunned, frozen in place.

Th-This… this many?!

Shen Jingnian was buying all these bags for her?

Jenny could tell he wasn’t lacking money.

But she hadn’t expected this much wealth.

Clearly…

Today, she had encountered a true top-tier big shot.

Her luck had arrived.

Blushing, Jenny stammered,
“O-Okay… I-I’ll have these packed for you right away.”

Shen Jingnian didn’t notice her flustered expression, only giving a slight nod. His low, magnetic voice carried authority:
“Use the card.”

“P-Please, follow me this way.”

Jenny led him to the cashier.

Shen Jingnian pulled out a black-gold card from his wallet.

His hands were exquisite—long, elegant fingers, pale as jade. Beneath the skin, faint blue veins traced delicate patterns, a striking contrast against the black card. It was like a work of art, breathtaking in its beauty.

It wasn’t just his hands.

The card itself was rare.

If Jenny wasn’t mistaken, this was the limited edition black-gold card from DeRui Bank—the world’s top ten banks—and supposedly, only five existed worldwide. She remembered the trainers emphasizing it during her sessions.

During class, they had said opportunities to meet such a top-tier VIP were rare.

Yet here she was… meeting one already.

Fate, it seemed, had truly arrived.

Jenny’s heartbeat raced as she took the card, her breath unsteady with nervous excitement.

She knew she was attractive.

She’d encountered many admirers at work before.

But never had she imagined that one day, a man of such incomparable status would notice her!

If she could become his… even unofficially, even in the shadows as a mistress—Jenny would accept it without hesitation.

The card was swiped.

The sales assistant handed the black card back to Shen Jingnian, hands trembling.
“Mr. Shen, the payment is complete.”

The card only displayed his surname—his full name remained hidden.

Shen Jingnian took it back.
“Thank you.”

All the bags were packed, including the one for Yun Haotian.

Eleven in total.

“Mr. Shen, would you like us to deliver these to your home?”

“No need.”

At that, Ness and David, standing behind Shen Jingnian, immediately stepped forward to lift the shopping bags.

Shen Jingnian turned and left.

Ness, David, and Executive Assistant Xu Wenzhi followed him without hesitation.

Jenny’s heart sank.

He’s leaving? Just like that?

Wasn’t he supposed to deliver the bags?

And he didn’t even leave his address.

How will he find me now?!

Panic rising, Jenny grabbed a piece of paper from the counter, scribbled her address and contact info, and dashed after him.

Her actions shocked the store manager.
“Jenny! What are you doing? It’s working hours!”

“What else? Climbing up the social ladder! Does she really think Mr. Shen would notice her? Delusional.”

Jenny scoffed inwardly.

I’m not delusional.

Mr. Shen is interested in me!

This is called mutual pursuit.

She quickened her pace, chasing to the door, calling out,
“Wait! Mr. Shen, please wait!”

Shen Jingnian didn’t slow down. Xu Wenzhi halted, glancing at Jenny.
“Do you have business here?”

Jenny, cheeks flushed, handed over the note.
“Assistant, Mr. Shen… Mr. Shen forgot something.”

Once Shen Jingnian had her contact information, he would definitely come to her.

Xu Wenzhi took the note, reading the address and contact info. He understood immediately.

Having worked for Shen Jingnian for years, he had seen many gold-digging women try to climb social ladders.

He tossed the note to the ground, voice cold:
“Control yourself. Our Ninth Master has no interest in women who throw themselves at him!”

Jenny’s face went pale.

W-What?

Had she misread the signals?

No… impossible.

Shen Jingnian had asked if she liked the bags…

“Assistant,” Jenny tried to steady herself, glaring at Xu Wenzhi, “You didn’t even ask Mr. Shen once—how can you assume I’m throwing myself at him? Aren’t you afraid Mr. Shen will fire you for this?”

A cold-faced CEO defending his love interest, dismissing an insolent subordinate—classic romance novel trope.

And here it was, playing out in real life.

Jenny felt a rush of superiority.

“Xiao Xu, what’s going on?”

Then Shen Jingnian’s voice came from the air, calm and commanding.

He lowered the car window, looking at Xu Wenzhi.

Jenny’s heart leapt.

He’s here to support me!

Soon, Xu Wenzhi will kneel and apologize!

Her excitement soared.

Xu Wenzhi bowed respectfully to Shen Jingnian.
“Ninth Master, it was a minor trouble. I’ve already dealt with it.”

“Then get in the car,” the man said coolly, a trace of impatience in his voice.

“Yes, Ninth Master.”

Xu Wenzhi quickened his pace to the car.

Jenny’s face turned ashen. She looked at Shen Jingnian… only to realize the cold man hadn’t spared her a single glance. It was as if she didn’t exist.

Jenny’s blood ran cold.

So… it was all in my head.

Everything—just her imagination.

All her strength seemed to vanish, her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground. Her pride had been trampled along with her body. She wished she could crawl into a hole and disappear.

Xu Wenzhi took the front passenger seat.

Shen Jingnian sat alone in the spacious back, pulling out A Random Walk Down Wall Street, flipping through it slowly.

From Xu Wenzhi’s perspective in the rearview mirror, he caught a glimpse of the book. His admiration surged.

No wonder he was the Ninth Master.

No wonder he stood atop the financial world.

Even riding in a car, he studied finance.

After a while, Shen Jingnian raised his eyes slightly, his voice low and magnetic:
“Xiao Xu.”

“Yes, Ninth Master?”

“Where can I buy lipstick nearby?”

Lipstick?

Xu Wenzhi’s eyes widened.

Did he hear that right?

The Ninth Master… wants to buy lipstick?

For whom?

If those bags were for Yun Haotian, could this be the same?

Lipstick could easily be bought in the country. No need for Shen Jingnian.

Or…

Could he be getting a lady boss soon?

But Xu Wenzhi, as a subordinate, knew the cardinal rule: never speculate about the boss. He zipped his lips, suppressing curiosity, and said,
“Ninth Master, there’s a luxury cosmetics store just ahead.”

“Drive there,” Shen Jingnian said slowly.

“Yes, Ninth Master.”

Inside the store, Shen Jingnian was overwhelmed.

He didn’t understand.

All lipsticks were red—why so many shades? He couldn’t spot any difference.

“Sir, if choosing shades is troublesome, you can get our full-color set. It includes every shade we have.”

A full-color set?

Sounds reasonable.

Perfect. Shen Jingnian was tired of choosing.
“Fine, I’ll take it.”

No more picking back and forth.

Two days passed in a flash.

It was now the day Jiang Ning was moving.

The weather was beautiful.

Sunshine spilled across everything. Best of all, the previous heat had softened into a cool breeze.

Old Master Jiang had packed a pile of belongings.
“Ningning, can we bring all this to the villa?”

Mostly useless trinkets, little more than scrap metal.

He had lived frugally all his life, never throwing or selling anything, carrying it wherever he went.

Jiang Ning smiled.
“Of course, Grandpa. The first floor is yours—you can put anything you want.”

Her priority was simple: keep him happy. Besides, the villa had plenty of space.

“Alright,” the old man said with a smile. “I’ll pack these up right away.”

Jiang Ning nodded slightly.
“I’ll contact a moving driver.”

Xiaobai followed her, mewing anxiously.

Jiang Ning bent down, picking up Xiaobai.
“Don’t worry, I won’t leave you behind.”

Xiaobai rubbed its head against her, melting her heart.

Although the villa was fully furnished, Old Master Jiang had accumulated quite a lot of belongings.

Jiang Ning also had her own items to take. One van wouldn’t suffice.

Soon, the driver arrived, helping move things.
“Miss, which neighborhood are you moving to?”

Jiang Ning held Xiaobai.
“Wan Cheng Villas, Building 8.”

Wan Cheng Villas?

Building 8? That area housed the wealthy!

And they were bringing modest, mostly worthless belongings.

The driver asked in disbelief,
“Are you sure it’s Wan Cheng Villas, not Wan Yuan Ju?”

The names were similar, but the difference was huge. Wan Yuan Ju was low-income housing. Wan Cheng Villas was the city’s most luxurious villa district.

“Yes, Wan Cheng Villas,” Jiang Ning confirmed.

“You’re renting there?”

Old Master Jiang stepped out proudly.
“Bought it! My granddaughter earned the money herself. She’s the most filial girl in the world!”

Like every grandparent, he wanted the world to know how wonderful his granddaughter was.

The driver’s jaw dropped.

You can’t judge by age!

This little girl looked young but was incredibly capable.

Better yet, despite her success, she showed no arrogance or condescension—true elegance, impossible to fake.

Indeed, real wealth is humble.

Elsewhere, Shen Jingnian had arrived at A City airport.

Yun Haotian was there to pick him up.

Shen Jingnian wore a white shirt, a black trench coat draped over one arm, his right hand holding a suitcase. His 190cm height and commanding presence made him stand out immediately.

Yun Haotian waved eagerly.
“Uncle, over here!”

Shen Jingnian glanced, then strode over.

Yun Haotian took his suitcase, eagerly asking,
“Uncle, did you buy that bag for me?”

“I did,” Shen Jingnian replied, expressionless.

“Thank you, Uncle!” Yun Haotian quickly asked again,
“And did you get Dad a birthday gift?”

Shen Jingnian’s face remained blank.
“No.”