Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 85

The qin strings snapped in silence.

A true soulmate was hard to come by.

Shen Jingnian’s decision to meet in person wasn’t impulsive—it was meticulously thought out.

In life, the chances of encountering someone truly on your wavelength were rare.

And Phyllis… was the only one who both intrigued and shocked him.

But through the veil of the internet, he had no idea how the other party had cracked his puzzle.

Only by meeting face-to-face could he truly gauge Phyllis’s strength—whether they were truly on the same frequency.

After sending the message, Shen Jingnian felt… nervous.

Yes, nervous.

There were so many scammers online these days.

He wasn’t just nervous—he was cautious.

What if Phyllis thought he was a fraud?

On the other side, Jiang Ning was equally stunned by the meeting request.

Because…

Just a second before S sent the invitation, Jiang Ning had been about to send one herself.

The digital world was full of illusions and half-truths. Through the screen, she couldn’t be sure of the other’s true capabilities.

Only a real match could reveal the truth.

If the other person truly matched her, then she would have found a true kindred spirit.

Without hesitation, Jiang Ning placed her hands on the keyboard and typed quickly:

“Alright, I’m in A City. Where are you?”

A City?

Shen Jingnian stared at the reply, stunned. His deep phoenix-like eyes flickered with surprise.

“What a coincidence… I’m in A City too!”

Jiang Ning blinked, equally surprised.

They were both in A City.

She quickly responded:

“Then let’s meet this Saturday at 2 p.m., at Yipinge Teahouse, 223 Dongwu Road. How does that sound?”

Shen Jingnian typed:

“Perfect. Then it’s a gentleman’s agreement—Saturday at 2 p.m., no excuses.”

“No excuses,” Jiang Ning replied.

Shen Jingnian sat in front of his computer, watching Phyllis’s avatar fade from bright to dark. Ink-black thoughts swirled in his deep eyes.

In A City…?

How had he never noticed?

Such a small city, yet full of hidden talents.

Who exactly was Phyllis?

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.

Knock knock knock

Shen Jingnian had just exited Splendid Peak when someone knocked at the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Ninth Master.”

It was Xu Wenzhi.

“Come in.” Shen Jingnian closed his laptop.

One word—but full of authority, chilling even the boldest hearts.

Xu Wenzhi entered, carrying two parcels.

He placed them on the floor and said respectfully, “Ninth Master, where should I put these?”

Shen Jingnian, sitting in his executive chair, glanced up lazily.

“Bring them in. Put them in the small storage room inside my study.”

Shen Jingnian’s study spanned over eighty square meters, complete with a small storage room for his personal belongings.

Ordinarily, no one dared enter.

“Understood.” Xu Wenzhi carried the parcels inside and stored them carefully.

Once done, he looked back. “Ninth Master, if that’s all, I’ll take my leave.”

“Go ahead.” Shen Jingnian nodded slightly.

After Xu Wenzhi left and closed the door, Shen Jingnian picked up A Random Walk Down Wall Street from his desk.

The man’s features were cold and precise under the chandelier’s light. His long, jade-like fingers turned pages with measured grace, like a sovereign surveying the world—every move controlled, nothing wasted.

After paging through without finding what he wanted, he reopened his laptop and typed into Baidu:

“When is the best time to give a birthday gift?”

The internet offered countless answers.

• “Half a month in advance is fine.”
• “On the birthday itself! What kind of stupid question is this?”
• “If you fear forgetting, the day before works best.”

Shen Jingnian scrolled straight to the highest-rated response, his usual method.

“It depends. If this person means a lot to you, send your wishes exactly at 0:00 on their birthday.”

0:00?

He narrowed his eyes, checking the calendar.

Two days until the 8th.

Then, he would send it at midnight on the 8th.

Decision made, he shut down the computer and left the study to wash up and rest.

Afterward, he donned a black silk pajama set and began searching for Xiaobai.

Shen Jingnian’s skin was pale and flawless; combined with his athletic build, the black silk gave him a lazy, alluring charm—a man who could make people gasp on the street.

Yet, after searching, Xiaobai was nowhere to be found.

Curious, he took the elevator downstairs.

Mrs. Shen was in the living room, painting her nails.

“Mom, have you seen Xiaobai?” he asked lightly.

“Xiaobai?” Mrs. Shen shook her head. “No idea.”

She looked up and noticed her son was still in pajamas. “Why are you looking for Xiaobai so late? You aren’t… trying to sleep with him, are you?”

Shen Jingnian had always adored Xiaobai but, due to his cleanliness obsession, had never slept with him.

Bathing didn’t involve him either.

Tonight, however, was unusual.

“Not at all,” he replied, “Just asking.”

“Just asking?” Mrs. Shen felt this answer sounded oddly familiar. She held up her freshly painted nails. “Jingnian, look—does this color suit me?”

“Looks good,” he nodded slightly.

“Do I look like I’m eighteen?”

Eighteen?!

Shen Jingnian’s lips barely moved. “Yes.”

“If the numbers were reversed, it’d be even closer.”

Reversed numbers?

81?

Mrs. Shen, exasperated, threw a cushion at him. “Do you even know how to flirt with a girl?!”

Shen Jingnian: “…”

She held up another hand. “And this color? How about this one?”

“Good.”

She rolled her eyes. “You straight men! All you ever say is ‘good.’ Nothing else. I don’t want to hear that!”

The little old lady was impossible to please.

Shen Jingnian: “Your father has a good temper.”

“What do you mean by that? Am I not patient? You’re hopeless.”

Shen Jingnian’s expression remained calm. “Then I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.”

In this world, he always taught others—never the other way around.

Mrs. Shen snorted and went back to painting her nails.

Unable to find Xiaobai, Shen Jingnian went upstairs to rest.

After days of tight travel schedules, he fell asleep the moment his head touched the pillow—dreaming peacefully.

The next morning, exactly 7 a.m., Shen Jingnian awoke promptly.

As he was about to get up, a strange feeling hit him.

He lifted the covers and paused.

Why…

Why was he dreaming of her again?

And this time, she was even more captivating than before.

Why did he keep dreaming of her?

The memory of the dream made his body heat up and his mouth dry. Swiftly, he locked the door and carried the blanket to the bathroom—all in one fluid motion.

So practiced.

Meanwhile, it was the first morning Jiang Ning and Old Master Jiang spent in the Wancheng Villa.

Old Master Jiang had already prepared breakfast.

Jiang Ning sipped her milk. “Grandpa, I’ll hire two housekeepers. Otherwise, you have to cook and clean every morning—it’s too tiring.”

“No, no, it’s good exercise,” he said sincerely. “Plus, if you hire strangers, I’ll feel uncomfortable.”

Old Master Jiang truly didn’t like strangers in his home.

“Then I’ll do this: I’ll regularly hire cleaning staff, but they won’t live here. That way, the house is maintained without you overexerting yourself.”

“All right,” he agreed. Then asked, “When can the property handover be completed?”

The Wancheng Villa was newly developed. Property services weren’t fully functional. After paying for the house, Jiang Ning had negotiated to handle property management herself for convenience.

“Already done,” she smiled. “From today, you don’t need to go to Dongge Garden anymore.”

“Already?” Old Master Jiang was surprised.

“Yes. Just report to the property center later,” Jiang Ning said.

“You didn’t tell them who I am, right?” he asked.

This time, he didn’t want to work as the boss or manager—he wanted to experience things from the bottom to truly understand the system.

Jiang Ning shook her head. “You told me not to, so of course I didn’t.”

“Good,” he sighed in relief. “I’ll report after breakfast.”

After eating, he arrived at the property office.

Without revealing his identity, everything went normally. He received a green fluorescent vest and began cleaning with the staff.

Another day passed.

The 7th—Jiang Ning’s birthday was approaching.

At 11 p.m., Yun Haotian sent Shen Jingnian a message:

“Uncle, tomorrow is Jiang Dad’s birthday. Are you sure you won’t send a gift?”

Shen Jingnian sat in the driver’s seat of the Kulinan, the passenger seat stacked with imported designer bags, complete lipstick sets, and a bouquet of flowers.

Still one hour to midnight.

He coldly replied:

“How many times do I need to say this? I don’t spend money on females without blood relation.”