It sounds great.

Realizing that Shen Jingnian was asking her, Jiang Ning nodded, "Okay."

Shen Jingnian continued, "You can connect to the car's Bluetooth."

He didn't know Jiang Ning's preferences.

Jiang Ning took out her phone and started connecting via Bluetooth.

After connecting via Bluetooth, Jiang Ning leaned back in her seat and glanced at the driver's seat. From her angle, she could only see Shen Jingnian's profile. His nose was high, and his well-defined features were hidden under the flickering streetlights, exuding a restrained yet noble air. "Mr. Shen, do you mind if I listen to the opera?"

She asked.

After all, many young people nowadays don't really like traditional opera.

She was afraid that Shen Jingnian wouldn't like it either.

“I also really like traditional opera.” Shen Jingnian’s thin lips parted slightly.

"Really?" Jiang Ning was somewhat surprised.

"Hmm." Shen Jingnian nodded slightly.

"Do you like 'The Story of the Jade Bracelet'?" Jiang Ning asked.

"I really like it."

"Then I'll put this one."

As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage was filled with the melodious sounds of traditional opera.

Jiang Ning leaned back lazily in her chair, her hands resting naturally on her lap, her fingers tapping rhythmically on her legs to the music.

Some people may find the slow, monotonous rhythm of opera uninteresting, but Jiang Ning enjoys listening to it and savors the passage of time. When she hears a part she particularly likes, she will hum along.

You can see the girl's face in the rearview mirror.

She was completely immersed in the opera.

She didn't notice a pair of deep eyes scrutinizing her in the rearview mirror.

They didn't even notice that the car was slowing down.

About twenty minutes.

The car was parked at the entrance of the apartment building.

Jiang Ning got out of the car and said, "Thank you, Mr. Shen, for bringing me back."

"You're welcome," Shen Jingnian said, his gaze falling on the rearview mirror. "Miss Jiang, you forgot to bring your boyfriend's clothes."

The color of the clothes can be seen through the bag opening.

A gray polo shirt.

So ugly!

Ugh, what an ugly outfit!

"What boyfriend?" Jiang Ning asked, her face full of confusion.

Shen Jingnian is tall and has long arms. He turned slightly and easily picked up the bag of clothes on the back seat, handing it to her. "This."

Jiang Ning smiled and said, "Oh, this is for my grandfather."

grandfather?

Shen Jingnian smiled and said, "The color of the clothes is nice, very beautiful, and very suitable for the elderly."

"Thank you," Jiang Ning continued, "Mr. Chen, please drive carefully on the road."

**

On the other side.

The Cheng family.

In the study, Wang Yuan recounted everything that happened at the mall that day to Cheng Zijun.

"Mom, are you sure you haven't mistaken her for someone else?" Cheng Zijun's eyes were full of disbelief. "Someone as distinguished as Mrs. Yun would recognize Jiang Ning as her sister?"

Even a fool would know that this is impossible.

Moreover, before registering his marriage with Jiang Ning, Cheng Zijun conducted a background check on Jiang Ning, who turned out to be just an ordinary village girl with no hidden identity whatsoever.

After marrying into the Cheng family, Jiang Ning was even more open with me. If she really knew Shen Jingshu and had a close relationship with her, she would definitely tell me immediately.

They've only been divorced for a few days!

Jiang Ning's attempt to climb up to Shen Jingshu after her divorce is as difficult as a collision between Mars and Earth.

Don't mention Jiang Ning!

Even Zhang Shuyi, the most talented woman in China, might not have such ability!

It's even less likely that Jiang Ning, that little village girl, will have one.

so.

The mother must have mistaken the person for someone else.

“I swear I didn’t see wrong! I even greeted Mrs. Yun, but she looked down on a small family like ours!” Wang Yuan frowned as she said this, “I don’t know what kind of spell Jiang Ning cast on Mrs. Yun, but she seemed to really like her.”

Upon hearing this, Cheng Zijun narrowed his eyes. "Mom, have you met Mrs. Yun?"

Wang Yuan immediately took out her phone. "I even took a picture from a distance. Look, isn't this Mrs. Yun?"

Upon seeing the photos on his phone, Cheng Zijun's heart sank, and his face turned very pale.

Because the person in the photo is indeed Shen Jingshu.

And the person next to Mrs. Yun is Jiang Ning!

On what grounds?

What exactly makes Jiang Ning so special?

Wang Yuan sighed and then said, "I now suspect that what the fortune teller said was true. Maybe that little village girl really is a lucky charm for her husband. Originally, our Cheng family could have cooperated with the Shen family, but since you divorced that little village girl, we have even lost the cooperation. And she actually managed to marry Mrs. Yun."

At this point, Wang Yuan looked at Cheng Zijun, "Son, why don't you call that village girl back? She loves you to death. If you just say a few words to her, she'll definitely come running to you, utterly grateful!"