Fake Marriage To The Richest Tycoon-Chapter 85: She’s obesssed with me

"What?! Father, you divorced her?!" By the time Shentu Jing got back and finished his work at the office, Shentu Dong and Ning Ning had already gone to the Civil Bureau and obtained their divorce certificate.

"Don’t ask me. You never liked her much in the beginning," Shentu Dong walked away from his son, trying to avoid him. His expression was calm and relaxed, however, there was a tick in his jaws. It seemed like he was holding back his anger.

Shentu Jing was silent. It was true he hadn’t liked Ning Ning at first. He thought she was just another woman obsessed with his family’s wealth. But over the years, Ning Ning hadn’t shown any signs of greed or arrogance. She treated the family well and became the principal wife after Shentu Jing’s mother passed away. Silently, Shentu Jing had approved of her.

"Uncle Dong, what about Mingye?" Jiang Zhaoling asked worriedly.

But Shentu Dong ignored them and went upstairs to his room.

"Did the divorce agreement state that she’ll take Mingye to live with her?" Jiang Zhaoling turned to Shentu Jing.

Shentu Jing only shook his head. He didn’t know the exact details. It seemed Shentu Dong didn’t want to talk about it.

Qin Zhuzhu walked into the room. Everyone’s spirits were down, and they looked half-dead, like zombies.

Ning Ning had left with her suitcase in the afternoon after getting the divorce certificate. As she left, someone on the balcony watched her with a smile.

"Sir, she’s finally left the Shentu family. Step A is complete," the person said.

"Good," a low voice replied through the phone.

"Keep an eye on the rest of the family members, especially that Qin Zhuzhu."

The person hung up and quickly left the balcony, glancing around to make sure no one was watching.

"Does Mingye know?" Qin Zhuzhu sat down beside Jiang Zhaoling, letting Lulu sit beside her.

Jiang Zhaoling quickly scooted away, crossing her arms. She put her legs up on the coffee table, adopting a bossy attitude.

"He’ll know when he gets back," Shentu Jing replied.

Was Ning Ning really a spy for Shentu Hu? Qin Zhuzhu didn’t understand what was going on in this family. How was Shentu Hu connected to Ah Jing and Master Dong?

The Shentu family was the richest and most powerful family in Shengjing. No one dared to cross them. It was rumored that they might have connections with the underworld, although they denied it.

A flash of memory surfaced in her mind. Her grandfather was lying on his bed, holding her small hands together with her mother’s.

A faint voice floated to her ears—her grandfather’s.

"Stay away from anyone in the Shentu family. Especially Shentu..."

Her head suddenly ached, and the memory burst into flames, fading away.

She staggered and stood up, not wanting anyone to see her in this state. This was her past, something she couldn’t remember—something dangerous. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

A strong, cold hand wrapped around her waist, supporting her. The familiar scent of sandalwood filled her senses.

A low, magnetic voice whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing her cheek. Her ears turned red without her realizing it.

"Little Pearl, are you okay?"

She felt dizzy and looked up at the handsome man with dazed eyes, their noses almost touching.

Nodding, she didn’t shy away from his irresistible touch. Somehow, it felt comforting, like home. His body enveloped her from behind, spreading warmth through her.

Jiang Zhaoling almost vomited seeing their lovey-dovey scene. If they dare to kiss in front of me, I’ll have to take a pillow and knock some sense back into their heads.

Suddenly, the butler came running into the living room, out of breath as he rested his hands on his knees.

"Second Young Master! Young Miss Peixuan has barged into the house!"

"What?! How dare she?!" Jiang Zhaoling reacted first before Shentu Jing could say anything.

"She says she wants to slap you, Miss Qin!" The butler looked frightened.

Young Miss Peixuan? Who’s that? Qin Zhuzhu didn’t know she had any enmity with this person. She looked at Shentu Jing for an answer.

"Lao Xi’s sister, Peixuan Rulan," Shentu Jing replied, his voice growing grave.

"Cousin, you should hide somewhere with Zhuzhu. I’ll stop that crazy girl," Jiang Zhaoling sprang into action, trying to push Shentu Jing upstairs.

"Zhaoling, I can handle it," Shentu Jing refused to move.

"Last time, she almost trashed the house when she couldn’t see you. Now she’s here again. Someone must have told her about your fiancée. I wonder how many spies we have here, working for this and that family!" Jiang Zhaoling’s eyes burned fiercely. She was like a mother hen trying to protect her chicks.

"Zhaoling, tell me about this Peixuan Rulan," Qin Zhuzhu gently massaged her temples before asking, wanting to understand the situation.

"Three words," Jiang Zhaoling held up three fingers. "Crazy. Entitled. Woman!"

"She’s coming! Second Young Master, you’d better follow Miss Jiang’s advice and hide. Last time, that woman tried to force you to marry her," the butler trembled.

A woman tried to force Ah Jing to marry her? Qin Zhuzhu suddenly felt a surge of strong emotions. A wave of sourness invaded her body, a terrible feeling of wanting to punch that woman in the face, as if she had stolen her candy.

"Come on! Don’t make me kick your butt!" Jiang Zhaoling growled at him.

Qin Zhuzhu didn’t understand the situation. Since this crazy woman was Peixuan Ruxi’s sister, wouldn’t it be easier to call him to handle her? Why all the fuss?

"Wait! What’s going on? Ah Jing!"

When she called him that, Shentu Jing froze. She finally called me Ah Jing instead of Stinky. He paused for a moment, thinking of how to explain.

Finally, he turned to her with a grave expression.

"She’s obsessed with me."

Qin Zhuzhu: "..."

At that moment, a loud sound echoed through the living room.

"Where is she?!" a shrill voice demanded as a pair of pink high heels clicked across the floor.