Did Scumbag A Get Divorced Today? - Chapter 53.2

They were already half-abandoned and desperate. Did this guy really need to look this terrifying?

“Miss Yang,” the man greeted with a half-smile.

“Yes? And you are?” she asked calmly. They had clashed with the Transmigrator Association before, but they’d never been able to identify anyone by name.

“You can call me Mr. Jing,” the man replied, his voice smooth and cold.

Sister Yang took a deep breath. “Mr. Jing, I’d like to know—what exactly is this cooperation you’re proposing?”

“It’s simple. The plot has reached a mess. You don’t have much time left, do you?” he said, tone casual. “We can offer you access and resources. All you have to do… is stop them.”

Sister Yang listened, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Who caused the plot to fall apart in the first place? And now they’re here pretending to play nice? But the truth was—they were backed into a corner. They had no leverage.

“Since you’re proposing a deal, what do you want in return?”

Mr. Jing smiled. “I like straightforward people. We want just one thing: after you succeed, hand over Shen Jueshu to us.”

Sister Yang froze. “…You want us to give the female lead to you?”

That was absurd. Handing over the protagonist would be handing over their own fate.

“Miss Yang, think carefully. Work with us, and you might still have a chance to survive. Refuse… and the ending for you is already written.”

Her expression turned grim. If they had asked for Sui Yu, she might have agreed without hesitation. But Shen Jueshu—she was the core of everything. Giving her up would mean surrendering their own chance to exist.

Seeing her hesitation, Mr. Jing added, “Even if what you fear does happen, does it matter whether you die now or later?”

Sister Yang said nothing. Dying sooner or later—it’s still death. Why should we help you achieve your goal in the process?

She wavered. The deal was completely one-sided. And with the Transmigrator Association as their enemy, handing Shen Jueshu over would only make it easier for them to wipe the rest of them out.

“Miss Yang, do you agree, or not?” Mr. Jing’s tone grew colder. “We don’t have all night.”

“What do you even want Shen Jueshu for?” she asked.
From what she remembered, the last shooting incident at the hotel garage—wasn’t the original target Shen Jueshu?

If she died, then they’d be finished too.

“What do we want with her?” Mr. Jing’s voice suddenly sharpened, filled with manic energy. “Why, we revere her! Love her! Worship her like a goddess!”

His pitch rose to a crazed high, sharp and unstable, like a man on the brink. The contradiction in him was chilling.

Sister Yang’s group was visibly unnerved. This guy is insane. How could they possibly hand Shen Jueshu over to someone like this?

“Enough, Jing,” a woman’s voice spoke from inside the car—cool, light, but filled with pressure. Even without volume, it commanded silence.

Instantly, Mr. Jing quieted, his arrogance draining in the face of whoever was inside. He trembled slightly, then answered softly, “Understood.”

Turning back to Sister Yang, he said, “Your opportunity is in front of you. You know what to do.”

And then—the sound of a bullet chambering echoed in the garage.

Sister Yang: “…”
Is this really negotiation? This feels more like blackmail.

“…Fine. But tell us—how are you planning to help us?” she asked through clenched teeth.

Mr. Jing’s smile returned. “Tomorrow, noon. Outside the Yang’s Noodle Shop near the hospital. You’ll find out then.”

With that, he got back in the car and shut the door.

From beginning to end, they never got a glimpse of the woman inside.

As the vehicle pulled away, no one in Sister Yang’s group spoke. They were silent—trapped beasts abandoned by their creators.

“Sister Yang… are we really going to agree to this?” someone whispered. “It doesn’t even feel like cooperation. It feels like we’re just working for them.”

“Do we have another choice?” Sister Yang said quietly.

No one responded.

Meanwhile, Shen Jueshu and Sui Yu had no idea that a new conspiracy was already forming.

That morning, Shen Jueshu woke up first—as usual—and instinctively checked Sui Yu’s wound.

It was healing well. As long as she didn’t make any large, sudden movements, the scab would fall off soon, and she’d be fully recovered.

“Wife~” came a sleepy mumble from the bed.

“Mm, you’re awake? If you’re well-rested, it’s time to get up,” Shen Jueshu said softly.

“I’m rested… but I want to stay in bed,” Sui Yu mumbled, her voice low and drowsy.
She’d gone to sleep early, so technically she’d had more than enough rest. But it was winter—and the bed was just too warm and cozy.

Shen Jueshu couldn’t help but laugh quietly. She was already lazy. Now that it’s winter? She’s hit a new level.

“You can laze a bit longer, but once I’m out, you have to get up,” Shen Jueshu said, poking her lightly on the cheek.

“Mhm…” Sui Yu mumbled, eyes still closed—unclear whether she actually heard it or just pretended to.

Shen Jueshu could only shake her head helplessly before heading to wash up.

Once Shen Jueshu left, the warmth beside her faded, along with that calming scent. Sui Yu slowly opened her eyes and let out a heavy sigh.

She was becoming spoiled.

Without Shen Jueshu beside her, she couldn’t sleep peacefully anymore. It was only when she was wrapped in her scent, her presence, that she truly felt at ease.

Just then, a nurse entered for the routine check. After praising her speedy recovery, she left again. Sui Yu gave another long, dramatic sigh.

“What are you sighing about now?” Shen Jueshu asked as she walked out and spotted Sui Yu bundled up in bed like a dumpling, her expression full of quiet complaints.

Sui Yu looked up. “I feel like I should be able to go home and recover there. Why do I have to stay in the hospital?”

Shen Jueshu walked over, gave her cheek a small squeeze, and said meaningfully, “You’ll understand later.”

Sui Yu: “???”
What’s with the riddles again?

But Shen Jueshu clearly had no intention of explaining. Instead, her smile grew deeper—cryptic and unreadable.

Sui Yu: “…”
Is this what it feels like to have a partner who’s way too smart? Because I’m starting to feel like the village idiot.

Still sighing, Sui Yu watched as Shen Jueshu tossed a coat onto the bed and told her to get dressed while she went to finish washing up.

As she put on the coat, Sui Yu grumbled, “You’re like one of those grandmas I saw online. Even when the weather’s fine, you insist I’m cold and have to wear more layers.”

The room had heating, and she already had on a hospital gown—yet Shen Jueshu insisted on tossing her a thick cotton jacket.

“Stop whining,” Shen Jueshu said flatly from the sink. She didn’t trust Sui Yu’s so-called ‘healthy constitution’ one bit. The only reason she was even in decent shape was because of the original body’s genetic base—if it were her previous life’s body, she’d probably be fragile as glass.

Sui Yu: “…”

Back when she’d just woken up, Shen Jueshu couldn’t stop doting on her. Now, it was like she’d completely lost interest—she wouldn’t even let her speak.

Pouting, Sui Yu sulked with a flattened lip. Shen Jueshu saw her expression, let out a soft laugh, and reached out to tap her bottom lip with one finger.

She leaned in and said, “You like acting so much, maybe I should sign you to a contract and let you join Siyue in her drama project?”

Siyue had recently been sent to some remote mountain village for filming. The conditions were reportedly rough, but every time she called, she sounded thrilled—getting along with the cast and clearly unaffected by the hardship.

Sui Yu: “…No thanks. I need to dedicate myself to our suppressant project!”
She blinked sincerely, feigning devotion.

“Is that so?” Shen Jueshu raised a brow. “Because at the rate you’re healing, if you don’t get back into the lab soon, you might as well give up your author credit when the formula’s finalized.”

Sui Yu: “…”

She was being roasted for not spending enough time in the lab!

“You’ll see! As soon as I’m healed, I’ll bury myself in there!” she declared.
There was no way she was giving up her co-inventor credit.

“Is that so?” Shen Jueshu smirked.

She was clearly teasing, but later she’d end up regretting her words. Because compared to the Sui Yu who acted all clingy and silly in front of her, the version that locked herself in a lab and never came home was far less entertaining.

After washing up, Sui Yu joined her for breakfast. As usual, Shen Jueshu took her for a walk downstairs, but they didn’t stay out too long. With the weather getting colder, even a short walk made their faces go numb from the wind.

Back in the room, Sui Yu reviewed the latest experiment reports from Xia Ju and the others. Shen Jueshu handled some work remotely. The New Year break was over, and they were both slowly easing back into their responsibilities—because if they did survive all this, they still needed to earn a living.

At lunch, the bodyguard brought their meals. Shen Jueshu glanced at him briefly. The man met her gaze calmly, unflinching. A faint smile played at the corner of her lips.

But Sui Yu noticed.

She put down her chopsticks and stared at Shen Jueshu with narrowed eyes. Her tone was low, slightly annoyed. “Why did you smile at him?”

Someone unfamiliar wouldn’t even notice that micro-expression, but Sui Yu was a wife-watching expert. She knew every tiny curve of Shen Jueshu’s smile. And that was a smile. Directed at someone else.

She wasn’t suspicious—just… not happy.

It made her uneasy. Like there was something being kept from her.

Seeing her pouty, displeased expression, Shen Jueshu scooped her a bowl of soup and placed it gently in front of her. Her tone was soft. “I wasn’t smiling at him. I was smiling because… something turned out exactly as I expected.”

Sui Yu frowned. “Can’t you just be clear for once? Why are you always so cryptic? Were you a fortune teller in your past life?”

That made Shen Jueshu laugh. “What nonsense are you saying now?”

But then her gaze shifted to the scar on Sui Yu’s chest. Her expression softened. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want you to worry. But don’t stress—it won’t be long before you understand.”

Sui Yu hesitated. “…Really?”

Shen Jueshu nodded, lifted the bowl of soup herself, and gently spooned it toward her lips. “Of course. Have I ever lied to you?”

Sui Yu: “…”

No, she hadn’t. Not technically. But all this hiding and avoiding felt like soft lies anyway.

“…Semantic tricks,” she muttered grumpily, taking a sip.

Shen Jueshu chuckled but didn’t refute it.

After lunch, Sui Yu was once again forced to walk up and down the hospital corridor—three full rounds. By the end, she was exhausted. But Shen Jueshu still didn’t look satisfied, which made Sui Yu start to worry.

If this much effort wasn’t enough, what would workouts look like once she was fully healed?

“Alright, go rest now. Take a shower and then a nap,” Shen Jueshu said, seeing her dramatic expression—as if she were some wronged heroine being forced to labor.

She couldn’t help but laugh quietly at the ridiculous mental image.

Sui Yu brightened immediately. She followed Shen Jueshu back to the room, grabbed her change of clothes, and headed into the bathroom. She could now shower on her own again.

But while she was washing, she suddenly heard loud noises outside—commotion, even shouting. Clearly something serious had happened.

Startled, she quickly rinsed off the soap and didn’t even bother drying herself fully before throwing on her clothes and rushing out of the bathroom.

The room was empty.

Her heart skipped. Given the noise she’d heard outside, she immediately ran to the door—only to see Shen Jueshu standing by the nurses’ station.

Her expression was cold as ice.

Sui Yu exhaled in relief. She’s okay.

Now that she knew Shen Jueshu was safe, Sui Yu finally had time to look around and figure out what was going on.

Several people were being restrained by bodyguards—some of whom looked very familiar to her.

Sui Yu narrowed her eyes and saw exactly who it was.

One of the people being restrained—wasn’t she the same nurse who came in to check on her that morning?

Sui Yu blinked in confusion and stepped forward to get a better understanding of the situation.

“What’s going on?” she asked, her eyes scanning the group being restrained. Aside from the nurse from earlier, she also recognized a few of the doctors—faces she’d seen while wandering around the hospital.

Shen Jueshu turned and saw her—hair still damp, a few patches of clothing sticking to her skin from the water, droplets falling from the ends of her hair and soaking through her shoulders. Her expression darkened instantly.

Without a word, Shen Jueshu shrugged off her coat and wrapped it around Sui Yu’s shoulders. Then she shot a look at the bodyguards before gently pulling Sui Yu back toward the hospital room.

“I’ll explain everything in a minute. But how could you come out like this? Don’t you know it’s cold out here?”

The rooms had heating, but the hallways didn’t. In this weather, it was freezing. And she’d come out with wet hair?

Sui Yu heard the irritation in her voice and immediately zipped her lips, obediently following Shen Jueshu back into the room. She let her help her change into dry clothes and sat still as her hair was blow-dried.

Once everything was taken care of, Sui Yu finally asked in a soft voice, “So what happened back there? Why did you catch those people?”

Shen Jueshu turned off the hair dryer and said, her voice cold and calm, “They’re from the Storyline Maintenance Bureau.”

“What?!” Sui Yu practically jumped. “You mean they had people planted inside the hospital this whole time?!”

That was terrifying! The nurse saw her every day, and the others weren’t strangers either. If they were part of the Bureau, then hadn’t she been brushing shoulders with danger every single day?

Shen Jueshu let out a soft laugh. “Not exactly. They weren’t real staff—they were impersonating them.”

She would never have stayed here without doing her due diligence. She’d thoroughly vetted everyone’s background. Even the slightest irregularity would get someone reassigned. Everyone currently working in the hospital had been through strict screening.

“People can be impersonated that perfectly?” Sui Yu asked, stunned. The ones she saw didn’t seem off at all.

“Of course,” Shen Jueshu replied, her voice turning sharper. “What they didn’t realize is that, to enter this hospital, we don’t just verify ID. We take daily blood samples to confirm identity.”

Unless someone entered the body like you did—through full soul transfer—just copying a face wasn’t enough to fool our system.

She had been preparing this trap from the moment they entered the hospital. All she had to do was wait for them to walk into it.

Sui Yu stared at her in amazement. She never imagined Shen Jueshu had gone to such lengths behind the scenes.

“The system… really lets them change their face like that?” Sui Yu murmured. Then again, in novel systems, there were always shops and exchange points. Getting something as bizarre as this wasn’t entirely out of the question.

Shen Jueshu stood and dusted off her clothes. “Want to go take a look?”

Sui Yu’s eyes lit up. “Of course!”

They had finally caught some of the real players—of course she wanted to see them for herself.

As they walked down the hall together, Sui Yu couldn’t help but marvel. While she had been lying in bed recovering, Shen Jueshu had already laid out this entire trap like a perfectly spun web.

In a vacant room, five people were now tied to chairs. The knots and positioning were so precise, it made Ding Qisi’s previous work look amateur by comparison.

Sui Yu walked over and stared at the nurse, curiosity written all over her face. She couldn’t help herself—she reached out and pinched the woman’s cheek.

The skin felt real. She prodded around a bit more, checking for any signs of a mask or disguise, but came up empty.

“Get your filthy hands off me!” the woman snapped, voice full of fury.

Sui Yu withdrew her hand and calmly pulled out a disinfectant wipe, cleaning her fingers slowly and thoroughly. “Do you think I touched you because I wanted to?” she replied with visible disgust.

The woman looked like she was going to cough up blood from anger.

“If you’re going to kill us, just do it already! What’s with all the nonsense?” she shouted, turning her face away like she couldn’t stand to be in the same room.

“Why is it always about killing with you people?” Sui Yu sighed. “Can’t any of you act like civilized adults?”

Then she turned back to Shen Jueshu and whispered, “If these people were impersonating staff… what happened to the real ones?”

“They’re safe,” Shen Jueshu replied. “I moved them out long ago.”

She wouldn’t have set this trap if she hadn’t accounted for the real staff’s safety.

Sui Yu let out a sigh of relief. As long as no one had gotten hurt.

Shen Jueshu then turned to the nurse and said, voice cool, “So you’re Sister Yang, aren’t you?”

The woman froze.

There were no outsiders in the room—just people who knew the full truth. So Shen Jueshu didn’t bother hiding anything.

She looked directly at the woman’s face and asked, “When are you planning to drop the disguise?”

The nurse didn’t answer, but her stiff expression said everything. It finally clicked for her—she had walked right into the trap.

“Damn it!” she cursed.

She suddenly wondered—had the Transmigrator Association known about this? If they did, were they using her and her team as guinea pigs to test the waters?

If they didn’t… then that made Shen Jueshu’s strategy even scarier. To be the so-called prey and still be able to set a trap like this—truly terrifying.

Watching her slowly lose composure, Shen Jueshu sat down across from them, completely calm.

“I’m curious,” she said, “how did you get involved with the Transmigrator Association?”

At first, she’d assumed the two groups were enemies. But after Uncle Li’s visit, she realized—when faced with a shared enemy, even lifelong rivals could form temporary alliances.

Sister Yang said nothing. Her chest rose and fell quickly. The others looked defeated, heads hanging low.

Shen Jueshu shook her head with a sigh. “They threw you under the bus, and you’re still trying to protect them?”

Sister Yang’s expression faltered. She looked at Shen Jueshu, then at Sui Yu, and finally muttered, “You two know a lot more than we thought.”

Knowing about the maintenance bureau was one thing—they’d exposed themselves. But knowing about the Transmigrator Association? That was different.

Shen Jueshu gave a sharp smile. “If we didn’t know more, we’d already be dead.”

In a world like this, ignorance was the fastest route to the grave.

Sister Yang looked shaken. After a long pause, she said quietly, “Do you really not know why we decided to work with them?”

You’ve backed us into a corner—and now you’re pretending you don’t know why?

“And you’re certain we do know?” Sui Yu tapped her chin, then grinned. “So that means our guess was right?”

“You were in a hurry. And you made your move while I’m still in the hospital. You’re afraid I’ll get discharged, aren’t you?”

Her tone was teasing, her eyes playful—but the meaning was razor sharp.

Sister Yang’s face turned an ugly shade of green. Watching her like this, Sui Yu suddenly understood the joy of messing with people.

“You—!” Sister Yang gritted her teeth. She knew, and still mocked her!

“You’re in our hands now,” Shen Jueshu said softly. “Are you sure you want to keep this up?”

“Or do you think they’ll come save you?”

Her gaze turned cold. “If you want to survive, it’s time you face the truth.”

Sister Yang remained silent, her face grim. But the others started to panic.

They weren’t fools—they knew the Transmigrators wouldn’t come for them. Now that things had gone wrong, they were expendable.

“Sister Yang!” they called out, panicked.

The more they called, the more flustered she became.

“You understand, don’t you?” Shen Jueshu said, her voice quiet and cutting. “We now hold your fate—your very consciousness—in our hands.”

Sui Yu stood silently to the side.

But inside?

She was absolutely screaming.

My wife is too damn cool.
I want her, right now!

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