Did Scumbag A Get Divorced Today? - Chapter 68.1

“What?!” Sui Yu’s eyes widened in shock. If she remembered correctly, today was Jiang Bosheng’s trial. He escaped?!

Shen Jueshu’s face turned grim. She immediately called Li Jiang to prepare for the worst. For Jiang Bosheng to escape at a time like this—it was hard not to suspect he was about to do something completely deranged.

While Shen Jueshu was on the phone, Li Jiang had already heard about the escape. The two quickly discussed it and agreed: they all needed to be extra cautious from now on.

After hanging up, Shen Jueshu made call after call, not stopping until every safety measure was in place. Only then did she allow herself to relax, just slightly.

“Be careful during this time. The police have launched a city-wide manhunt,” she said in a low voice.

Sui Yu frowned. “He escaped now of all times…” She trailed off, then shook her head. Maybe Jiang Bosheng knew they weren’t going to let him off easily. If he really ended up in prison, he understood full well what kind of fate would be waiting for him. This was his last desperate attempt.

“He had to have had help,” Shen Jueshu muttered, rubbing her forehead. Jiang Bosheng was like an annoying fly—buzzing endlessly and impossible to get rid of.

Neither of them had the energy to attend the upcoming meeting anymore. Shen Jueshu handed it off to someone else and instead began mobilizing every resource available, reinforcing their side like an impenetrable fortress.

While they were busy with preparations, a sudden boom echoed across the sky—loud and abrupt, rattling everyone to the core.

“What was that?” Sui Yu’s expression tightened as she walked over to the window. She saw nothing unusual, yet the sound had clearly come from somewhere nearby.

She checked her phone. The deafening explosion had already climbed to the top of the local trending list. People all over the city were asking what had happened. But what caught her attention were a few specific comments.

She hurried over to Shen Jueshu and showed her what some netizens had posted.

“Holy crap, I nearly died of fright! I was driving toward the outskirts of the city and saw a freaking mushroom cloud rising in front of me. The shockwave nearly blew out my eardrums! How much explosive did they use?!”

“I saw it too! Damn it, I was so close. A severed arm slammed right into my windshield—it cracked the glass! I almost pissed myself!”

The blood drained from both their faces.

Then came the location—someone posted where it happened.

They both stared at it in silence.

Wasn’t that the exact place Fu Xin had told them about? The base where the Traversers were camped?

It… had been blown up?

The two exchanged a glance, momentarily speechless. They couldn’t make sense of what had happened. That place had been bombed—what about the people inside? Were they dead?

In that moment, Sui Yu hoped they were dead. At least that way, everything might settle, just like the dust after the explosion.

“Jiang Bosheng,” Shen Jueshu murmured. He had just escaped… and now the Traversers’ base was destroyed. She had previously investigated the villa’s ownership and found that it was registered under Jiang Bosheng’s name. So he had been working with the Traversers all along.

What she didn’t know was how things had escalated to this point—why he’d gone so far as to bomb them.

“He’s lost his mind,” Sui Yu said, brows furrowed deeply. And that much explosive… had it been planted before, or did he gather it after escaping? If it was the latter, then she had to admit—Jiang Bosheng still had resources and ability. In a situation like this, he had still managed to get his hands on that much firepower.

“Same as before. We need to stay cautious,” Shen Jueshu said firmly, gripping Sui Yu’s hand. They were flesh and blood—no match for explosives.

“Mm,” Sui Yu nodded. She pulled out her phone and sent a message to Fu Xin to check the situation. But time passed, and no reply came.

That silence made Sui Yu’s heart sink.

Seeing the look on Sui Yu’s face, Shen Jueshu immediately understood—something was wrong. She had to admit, it took someone truly dangerous to make even the Traversers fall into a trap like this.

Sui Yu’s expression grew darker. “Now I kinda want to bomb them all myself.”

It would save them the trouble—no more games, no more schemes. Just end it.

Shen Jueshu: “…”

She sighed and gently pinched Sui Yu’s cheek. “Can we please try to be law-abiding citizens?”

She knew her puppy had grown tougher, but she didn’t expect her to become this fierce—talking about bombing people now?

Sui Yu blinked innocently. “I was just talking. It’s not like I said I’d actually do it.”

Shen Jueshu gave her a sideways glance. “Are you seriously telling me you didn’t just think it through in your head?”

Sui Yu: “…”

Okay, fine. She had.

Seeing her little pup’s obedient expression and drooping eyes, Shen Jueshu’s gaze softened. She leaned in and gently kissed her brow.

“This will all be over soon,” she whispered.

Out of Sui Yu’s sight, a shadow crossed Shen Jueshu’s eyes. She had a feeling—this wasn’t going to drag on for much longer.

She closed her eyes. A dull pain throbbed in her mind, faint but lingering. And yet, underneath it all, there was an unusual sense of peace. It felt like something important was beginning to awaken.

That evening after work, the news came: Jiang Bosheng was still on the run.

Had he already gotten far away?

Neither of them dared to let their guard down. Instead of heading back to their villa on the hillside, they drove toward the safehouse where Fu Xin had once been held. It was closer, and the security around it was tighter—far safer than the villa.

Their change of route sent someone else into a frenzy.

Jiang Bosheng, eyes bloodshot, slammed his fist against the steering wheel.

He’d waited so long, prepared everything meticulously—and now they weren’t even going back to the villa?

“Huff… huff—” Jiang Bosheng was trembling with rage. It was those two. They had pushed him to the edge. They wanted him dead?

Fine. He’d drag them to hell with him!

He stomped on the accelerator, and the black car shot out like an arrow in the twilight, aimed with deadly precision. His hands gripped the wheel tight, eyes locked on a single target, heart set on a desperate, final gamble.

Sui Yu was driving when she noticed a black car racing toward them at an alarming speed. Her eyes snapped to the driver—Jiang Bosheng, half-disguised behind the wheel.

Her pupils contracted sharply.

“Hold on!” she shouted.

She slammed the gas pedal, surging forward at top speed.

Shen Jueshu had already sensed something was wrong. Her hand clutched the handle above the door, her face tense. Of course Jiang Bosheng wouldn’t give up so easily.

Just as the black car tried to close in, one of their escort vehicles reacted immediately—swerving in and ramming straight into the oncoming car.

The black car spun out of control, veering off and crashing into the roadside greenery.

It was rush hour, but thankfully this wasn’t a main road. Traffic was light. The drivers nearby, seeing what was happening, quickly cleared the area—some reversing, some speeding away—leaving the scene wide open.

Jiang Bosheng’s car was badly damaged, its frame crumpled, the front bumper hanging off. But inside, he had gone completely mad. Gritting his teeth, he tried to restart the engine—still determined to chase after Shen Jueshu’s car.

But their bodyguards weren’t amateurs.

One of them accelerated again, ramming the car and pinning it between the roadside barrier and their own vehicle, trapping him in place. No matter how hard he floored the gas, the black car couldn’t move an inch.

Up ahead, Shen Jueshu’s eyes narrowed. A thought struck her.

She grabbed the radio. “Everyone, fall back now! There might be explosives in his car!”

She didn’t know for sure—but she couldn’t take the risk. Not with her people’s lives.

The bodyguards reacted instantly, stunned but trained. They threw their vehicles into reverse and pulled away as fast as they could.

And that was all Jiang Bosheng needed.

Freed from the pressure, he slammed the pedal to the floor again. The black car lurched forward. He screamed with fury, fully committed to dragging them all to the grave.

And then—
Boom.

A massive explosion tore through the dusk.

The shockwave shattered every window in the nearby vehicles. The bodyguards ducked instinctively, shielding their heads and vitals. In that moment, they were silently grateful for Shen Jueshu’s warning—had they hesitated, they would’ve been blown to pieces just like the man in that car.

Up ahead, Sui Yu heard the blast and immediately slammed the brakes. She leaned out of the window to look behind them—dark smoke billowed into the sky.

Shen Jueshu, heart still pounding, grabbed the radio again and called the guards.

Hearing their voices come through—alive and safe—she finally exhaled.

The explosion had been loud enough to draw the police within minutes. But when they arrived, even the officers—hardened as they were—visibly recoiled.

The black car was nothing more than a smoldering frame.

Human remains were scattered everywhere, the air thick with burnt flesh and metal. It was the kind of scene that left people needing weeks of counseling.

Sui Yu parked some distance away. She didn’t let Shen Jueshu get out and see what had become of the man. Her own face was pale, but she steeled herself and approached the officers to speak on their behalf.

Some of the bodyguards had gotten splattered with bits of tissue and blood—but judging from their expressions, they were too used to violence to be fazed by it anymore.

Sui Yu couldn’t help but admire the bodyguards’ composure. Their mental fortitude was impressive.

While Sui Yu was speaking with the police, Shen Jueshu received a call from Li Jiang. The very first thing Li Jiang asked was whether she and Sui Yu were safe.

Just from that question, Shen Jueshu knew something had happened on their end too. But since Li Jiang was able to call, it meant their situation was likely under control. The two exchanged a few brief words before hanging up.

Shen Jueshu didn’t get out of the car. Sui Yu had insisted she not see the scene—it wouldn’t be good for her mental or physical well-being, especially with the baby.

Thinking of the baby, Shen Jueshu gently placed a hand on her belly. Her gaze softened. The baby had been rather well-behaved—aside from that one day when Qi Siyu showed up and caused a bit of unrest, there had been no trouble at all. At times, she almost forgot she was pregnant.

“Thank you for your cooperation. However, we’ll need your CEO to come by the station tomorrow. There are still a few things we need to clarify,” the officer said seriously as he closed his notebook, looking at the calm and composed woman before him.

“Understood. I’ll pass the message along to President Shen. Since everything’s settled here, we’ll be heading back. She’s still a little shaken,” Sui Yu replied with a polite nod.

“Go ahead,” the officer said, granting her leave.

Sui Yu returned to the car, but instead of getting in immediately, she stopped at the door and wiped her shoes off before stepping inside in her socks. The shoes she’d worn had stepped through all kinds of mess—there was no way she was bringing them into the car.

Shen Jueshu watched her and immediately understood why.

Sui Yu slipped on a pair of flat shoes she kept in the car and turned to look at Shen Jueshu, carefully examining her expression.

“Should we go to the hospital? Just to be safe,” she asked gently, clearly worried that Shen Jueshu might be in shock after everything that happened.

“I’m fine,” Shen Jueshu said with a small shake of her head. She pulled out a tissue and wiped the cold sweat from Sui Yu’s forehead. “But I’ll have a psychologist come by later to check on you.”

“That’s not necessary. I’m fine—just a little nauseous,” Sui Yu said quietly, letting Shen Jueshu wipe her down. As disturbing as the scene was, it wasn’t something she couldn’t handle.

Still, Shen Jueshu looked at her with concern. She was always afraid this little pup was pushing herself too hard.

“Really~” Sui Yu kissed the corner of her lips and dragged out her words in a soft, coaxing tone.

Shen Jueshu’s tense expression finally eased. Once she finished wiping off the sweat, she said, “Let’s go home.”

“Mm.” Sui Yu restarted the engine and drove them back to the villa.

Behind them, one of the bodyguards stepped out of the escort car, picked up Sui Yu’s discarded shoes, wrapped them in a bag, and threw them into a roadside trash bin.

Back at home, Shen Jueshu immediately ordered a team to inspect the hillside villa. Before they even got there, while still on the mountain road, they noticed multiple signs of sabotage—several explosives had been hidden along the route, ready to be triggered at any moment.

This kind of situation was, of course, left to the police to handle. It also raised another urgent question: Who had supplied Jiang Bosheng with so many explosives?

Soon, a full-blown anti-crime operation was launched in Linhai City with great force.

Around 10 p.m., Sui Yu’s phone chimed with a message. She opened it and immediately sat up straighter—it was from Fu Xin.

Fu Xin: I escaped. I was injured earlier and passed out. Two people were killed in the explosion.

The moment she read it, Sui Yu didn’t even need to ask—one of the dead definitely wasn’t the president.

Given Fu Xin’s tone, she was probably hoping the president had died. Without that looming threat constantly hanging over her head, she might finally feel free.

Then came another message:

Fu Xin: The president and A’Jing made it out too. Be careful.

After that, no more messages came.

Sui Yu showed the two messages from Fu Xin to Shen Jueshu. She glanced at them briefly but said nothing, her expression thoughtful.

“They probably won’t come after us again so soon, right?” Sui Yu guessed. After such a massive explosion, even if they survived, they had to be injured.

Shen Jueshu shook her head. “We should be even more cautious now. Since that so-called ‘President’ has access to a high-level system, there’s no doubt she has an abundance of healing supplies.”

As long as they were alive, no matter how wounded, they’d recover quickly.

Thanks to Shen Jueshu’s reminder, Sui Yu quickly realized the same. Her brows furrowed deeply. “One thing settles and another starts. It never ends.”

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