Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 87

Watching Jiang Ning hand over her card, He Suosuo’s face went pale.

How could this be?

How did Jiang Ning have a Wancheng Villa access card?

This was a card reserved only for owners.

Beside her, Lin Wanyi’s expression also soured.

Wancheng Villa was large, but being a newly developed complex, not many people lived there yet.

And since Lin Wanyi was in the owners’ group chat, she knew the residents well.

Yet she had never seen a golden-haired girl like this appear here.

Where on earth did she get an access card?

Fake!

It had to be fake.

Lin Wanyi narrowed her eyes. Did Jiang Ning really think a counterfeit card could fool anyone?

Outrageously naive.

Smirking at the thought, Lin Wanyi turned to the security guard.
“Xiao Zhang, make sure you check that card thoroughly! Wancheng Villa isn’t a place just anyone can enter.”

Hearing Lin Wanyi, He Suosuo immediately understood.

Ah.

So the card was fake.

No wonder.

How could a simple village girl like Jiang Ning be an owner?

The security guard didn’t underestimate Jiang Ning because of Lin Wanyi’s words. He respectfully took the card.
“One moment, please.”

Beep!

The moment the card touched the sensor, the gate slid open.

It wasn’t fake.

Fake cards wouldn’t work!

Handing the card back, the guard said politely,
“Please, go ahead.”

Jiang Ning took it without glancing at He Suosuo and walked inside, as if they didn’t exist.

Xiao Zhang, the guard, watched her retreating figure, astonished.

So this was what a real wealthy person looked like—low-key yet refined.

Not like Lin Wanyi and He Suosuo, flaunting attitude with barely any money in their pockets.

Full pot of water, no sound; half pot, noisy clatter.

He Suosuo froze, her face drained of color, blood seeming to reverse. Her dignity had been crushed beneath Jiang Ning’s feet.

How could this be?

Could Jiang Ning really live in Wancheng Villa?

Her gaze followed Jiang Ning’s path, landing on the signposts.

Jiang Ning headed straight toward Building 8.

Buildings 1–7 and 27–51 ran east to west, while 8–26 ran north to south.

The luxury and regular sections were clearly divided.

Could it be…

Not only did Jiang Ning live in Wancheng Villa, but she was likely in the luxury area’s Building 8?

He Suosuo looked at Lin Wanyi, voice shaking.
“Wanyi… didn’t you just say Building 8 is the rich area of Wancheng Villa?”

Though reluctant, Lin Wanyi nodded.
“Yes.”

He Suosuo’s jealousy boiled over.

Why?

Why could Jiang Ning live in the luxury area?

Had she hooked up with some rich guy again?

She was divorced—what right did she have to a second-generation rich heir?

The thought of Jiang Ning having another rich boyfriend left He Suosuo breathless, her misery almost unbearable.

Seeing He Suosuo like this, Lin Wanyi asked,
“Do you know that golden-haired girl?”

“Not exactly,” He Suosuo squinted.
“She’s Jiang Ning, a distant relative on my father’s side who adopted an abandoned infant. I have no blood relation with her. Just over a month ago, her grandfather brought her to my house, trying to mooch off us. I have no idea why she suddenly has a Wancheng Villa access card!”

Lin Wanyi narrowed her eyes.
“Could she… be a kept woman?”

After all, Jiang Ning had a stunning face.

And not just ordinary beauty.

Lin Wanyi knew the villa housed many mistresses.

He Suosuo shook her head.
“Who would keep a divorced woman?”

Lin Wanyi’s expression soured even more.
“She’s divorced?”

“Yes.”

A divorced woman was worthless, even if she threw herself at someone, no one would want her.

“Excuse me, little lady, please move.”

Lin Wanyi stepped aside.

An elderly man in a yellow vest picked up the trash at her feet.

Lin Wanyi didn’t even see his face clearly, but He Suosuo burst out laughing.

“Suosuo, what’s so funny?” Lin Wanyi asked, confused.
“Do you know the janitor?”

Hearing her, Grandfather Jiang glanced at He Suosuo, expression unreadable.

He Suosuo immediately distanced herself.
“Don’t know! Why would I know someone like that? We’re not in the same class.”

The last hint of hope in Grandfather Jiang’s eyes vanished.

Blood relation or not, a white-eyed wolf was a white-eyed wolf.

He Suosuo whispered,
“Wanyi, do you know who that janitor was?”

“Who?” Lin Wanyi asked.

“He’s Jiang Ning’s grandfather,” He Suosuo said with a grin.
“Now I know why Jiang Ning has a Wancheng Villa access card!”

So she wasn’t buying a villa. It was all thanks to a janitor grandfather!

Hilarious.

Lin Wanyi laughed too.
“A janitor’s granddaughter acting all high and mighty in front of me—disgusting.”

He Suosuo linked arms with Lin Wanyi.
“Jiang Ning’s always been vain, always trying to outdo me. Wanyi, don’t stoop to her level.”

Lin Wanyi’s eyes were full of disdain.
“I won’t waste my time on someone like her!”

Laughable.

Arguing with a janitor’s granddaughter only lowered her own status.

Back home, Jiang Ning remembered the gifts Shen Jingnian had sent last night.

She wasn’t much into luxury brands, usually buying whatever bag came to hand. But seeing ten bags at once, she was surprised—they clearly weren’t cheap.

In the third-floor bedroom’s walk-in closet, she placed all the bags neatly.

At the bottom, she found a lipstick set—over sixty shades, from deep to light.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Ding dong ding dong.

“Coming, coming!”

Jiang Ning ran to the door.

Knock knock knock~

She opened it to see a bouquet and Yue Qianlan peeking from behind it.
“Happy birthday, Ningning~”

“Thanks, Sanyue.”

Jiang Ning hugged her first, then took the flowers.

Yue Qianlan laughed, hugging her back.
“Ningning, why are you still so polite? I told you, we’re family.”

A few seconds later, Jiang Ning handed her the cat slippers she had prepared for Yue Qianlan.
“What do you want to drink? I’ll get it for you.”

“Lemon cola,” Yue Qianlan said, slipping on the slippers.

“Perfect,” Jiang Ning nodded. She sliced lemon, crushed it with ice into juice, then added cola. A refreshing drink rich in vitamin C.

While Jiang Ning prepared the drink, Yue Qianlan found a vase and arranged the flowers.

“Here you go, Sanyue.”

Yue Qianlan handed over a jewelry box.
“Your birthday gift.”

Jiang Ning’s eyes widened.
“For me?”

“Of course.”

Inside, on black velvet, lay a jade bracelet—icy, translucent, high-quality. Simple, elegant, naturally stunning.

Jiang Ning knew her jade. This piece was valuable.

“Sanyue…”

Yue Qianlan anticipated her, saying,
“This is top-grade jade my dad specially ordered. Jade can nurture and ward off evil—you can’t refuse it. If you reject this, I won’t accept your gift either.”

Jiang Ning laughed, extending her hand.
“Alright, help me put it on.”

Yue Qianlan gently slid it over her slender, fair fingers. The bracelet transformed from accessory to crowning glory, elegant and alive.

“Beautiful! Ningning, you could be a hand model,” Yue Qianlan exclaimed.

Jiang Ning shook her hand, admiring the bracelet.
“Really beautiful. Sanyue, your taste is perfect. I love it!”

“You like it, that’s what matters,” Yue Qianlan smiled.

Jiang Ning continued,
“What do you want for lunch? I’ll have the housekeeper cook.”

She wasn’t good at cooking herself, having spent her childhood in the orphanage and later the talent program, with little exposure to kitchens.

“Forget the housekeeper. Let’s have hotpot! I brought special spicy sauce from Yuzhou.”

“Good idea. It’s early, shall we go shopping for ingredients together?”

“Of course!” Yue Qianlan loved shopping with friends.

By 10:30, they returned loaded with ingredients.

Several parcels were stacked at the door—birthday gifts from Yun Haotian, Wang Shengli, Chen Yin, and others.

At eleven, Grandfather Jiang returned, carrying a cake.
“Ningning, happy birthday. I’ll be dining with colleagues tonight, so here’s your birthday celebration at noon.”

“Thank you, Grandpa,” Jiang Ning accepted the cake.
“Sanyue is here too.”

“Hello, Grandfather Jiang,” Yue Qianlan greeted politely.
“Thanks for celebrating Ningning’s birthday with us.”

It was, perhaps, Jiang Ning’s happiest and most meaningful birthday—surrounded by family and friends.

Later, Yue Qianlan left at 5:30, and Jiang Ning prepared to meet Shen Jingnian at the restaurant, having already sent him the address and number.

A high-end Cantonese restaurant.

The ambiance was exquisite.

Jiang Ning arrived to find Shen Jingnian already seated by the window, waving at her.
“Ningning, over here.”

She was surprised—she had arrived fifteen minutes early, expecting to wait, yet Shen Jingnian was waiting instead.

“Sorry I’m late.”

“I misremembered the time,” Shen Jingnian said calmly.

Seated, Jiang Ning handed him the menu.
“What do you want? Anything.”

Shen Jingnian’s thin lips parted.
“I don’t mind. Ladies first—whatever you choose, I’ll eat.”

“Then I won’t hold back.”

Jiang Ning picked up the menu.

Buzz—

Shen Jingnian’s phone lit up—WeChat from Yun Haotian.
[Little uncle, where are you? I’m coming!]

Shen Jingnian typed a reply with one hand:
[In a meeting.]