After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?-Chapter 109: Deception

Shi Yu got married, and Shen Qingqing couldn’t attend the wedding but had sent her a wedding gift in advance.

She left Beijing around the same time as Shi Yu, and the timing was just right for the gift to arrive around the wedding.

It was a Parker fountain pen, quite valuable.

Shen Qingqing wasn’t sure if she would ever return to her translation job.

If she couldn’t, she hoped Shi Yu would shine brightly in the translation field on her behalf.

Even though she visited the doctor regularly, she still lost many memories.

The ones related to Jiang Zhixun were the most she lost.

Not just the wedding, but eight years of memories were lost to her.

If it weren’t for Madam Jiang constantly reminding her, she wouldn’t remember Jiang Zhixun at all.

Initially, Shen Qingqing felt embarrassed, mistakenly thinking she had neglected someone’s affection.

It wasn’t until she saw the divorce certificate at home that she realized she and Jiang Zhixun were already divorced.

So forgetting him seemed like the natural thing to do.

Under this psychological suggestion, Madam Jiang’s reminders were no longer effective.

Seeing Shen Qingqing gradually forget the past, forgetting her son completely, and getting closer with Zhou Hansheng,

Madam Jiang became anxious.

Not wanting Zhou Hansheng to get closer to Shen Qingqing, she rented the apartment across from hers after Shi Yu moved out.

If Qingqing wouldn’t return to the courtyard, then she would live across from her to conveniently take care of Qingqing.

To prevent some young men from pretending to help Qingqing, busily assisting her, intentionally getting close to her.

Even knowing that what she was doing was futile, Madam Jiang kept reminding her of Jiang Zhixun’s existence.

If everyone remained silent, Jiang Zhixun would leave no trace of existence for Qingqing.

Madam Jiang was very uneasy.

But the doctor could do nothing, only saying it was Shen Qingqing’s subconscious choice, and no one could interfere.

Watching Shen Qingqing forget Jiang Zhixun, Madam Jiang felt extremely distressed.

But there was nothing she could do...

"Qingqing, today Miss Shi is getting married. Should we call her and personally say congratulations on her wedding?"

"Tomorrow. Today she should be very busy. It’s not good to disturb her too much."

Madam Jiang pursed her lips; Zhixun hadn’t called home. If he were on leave, he would definitely attend Chen Shaojie’s wedding today.

Trying her luck, she continued, "Then we’ll call after dinner. Their wedding is probably not very grand; maybe they’ll be free by the afternoon."

"Alright, I’ll follow your lead."

Madam Jiang was pleased, "If we can reach Zhixun, speaking a few words with him and hearing your voice will surely make him happy."

Afraid Qingqing would ask who Zhixun was again.

Madam Jiang quickly added, "Zhixun is your partner. After you came to the courtyard, he was your favorite. You even went to the Northwest with him last year."

To prevent her lies from being exposed, Madam Jiang thought about tidying Qingqing’s room later to find where she placed the divorce certificate.

She... would temporarily keep it for Qingqing.

Shen Qingqing opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

Feeling a little frustrated, she didn’t want to mention that person.

Thinking to herself, since they were so far apart, mentioning him made her uncomfortable. Breaking up would be simpler.

Spare herself the annoyance.

Without speaking, she continued holding a paintbrush, painting on the canvas.

After falling ill, Shen Qingqing paused her translation work and picked up painting again.

When she had free time, she’d shut herself in her home, creating paintings.

Perhaps letting go of some burdens, not only did her work possess spiritual energy, but it was also bold and vibrant.

Madam Jiang didn’t understand art but felt her paintings were quite distinctive.

Sincerely said, "If the school needs an art teacher, you could go teach painting."

Shen Qingqing’s gloom vanished, once again pushing Madam Jiang’s son to the back of her mind.

"Auntie, you’re being partial."

Calling her ’auntie’ made Madam Jiang somewhat frustrated.

Forcing a smile, she said, "I never lie."

Under Qingqing’s scrutinizing gaze, Madam Jiang suddenly felt embarrassed.

She had just lied...

Qingqing withdrew her gaze, continuing her painting, her expression soft, revealing no hints of her mood.

Since her condition worsened, she had become increasingly hard to fathom.

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Fortunately, her temper remained good; otherwise, Madam Jiang wouldn’t be able to handle her.

"Auntie, I can take care of myself. You should return to the courtyard; uncle and grandpa need you."

"There are guards there; they’re fine, don’t worry."

Qingqing secretly sighed, "You also have your own life; you don’t need to revolve around me."

Her memory was the only issue, no other ailments.

Whole and healthy, no need for someone to watch her 24/7.

Besides, it stressed her out.

Her gaze was earnest, her expression serious, her intentions sincere.

Madam Jiang strangely felt nervous.

"Am I bothering you by being here?"

"No."

Shen Qingqing quickly denied.

"I just don’t want you to spend all your energy on me; you deserve your own space."

Most importantly, the more energy Madam Jiang spent on her, the more pressured Qingqing felt.

Since she’d moved out of the courtyard, keeping some distance was the best choice.

Madam Jiang couldn’t openly say she was monitoring Qingqing to prevent her from being pursued.

She could only bluff, "I have nothing to do at the courtyard. Instead, I can come and make you breakfast. After we eat, we can go out for a walk, and then I’ll return to the courtyard."

Qingqing was helplessly amused, "That’s too much trouble."

Madam Jiang said guiltily, "Zhixun isn’t home. Before leaving, he repeatedly asked me to take good care of you. If he returns for a visit and finds you lost weight, he’ll undoubtedly complain."

Qingqing didn’t want to hear these remarks.

A notebook was beside her, recording important matters. Jiang Zhixun’s name never appeared.

Even if they were partners, their relationship probably wasn’t good.

Might as well take this chance to forget him.

Reasonable!

Thinking this, Qingqing inexplicably felt a bit better.

"I’ll follow your lead."

She planned to gradually persuade Madam Jiang, confident she would eventually return to the courtyard.

This, Qingqing was certain.

"Still planning to call Miss Shi?" Madam Jiang asked tentatively.

Qingqing’s hand holding the pen paused.

She changed her mind, "No."

She had forgotten the person completely, so there was no need to trouble herself.

Though easy-tempered, Qingqing was also stubborn at times.

Like insistently divorcing earlier in the year.

This time was no different; her attitude was firm, without a trace of wavering.

Madam Jiang felt saddened.

"If Zhixun returns to Beijing, would you be happy?"

A voice inside Qingqing said: No.

"I really enjoy my current life. If my condition could be controlled, that’d be great; I don’t want anything else."

Madam Jiang wasn’t naive; she comprehended the subtext in Qingqing’s words.

Her heart sank.

She thought Qingqing, without her memories, would be easily pleased; hence, indiscriminately allowing that Zhou guy to approach her.

Now it seemed that wasn’t the case at all!