After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?-Chapter 37 Calm for a Few Days

Shen Qingqing woke up, and it was already the next morning.

The sky was still dark, and the room was pitch black.

Seeing an extra person in the room, she was startled.

Jiang Zhixun was neatly dressed, having just returned with hot water, ready for Shen Qingqing to use when she woke up.

He was returning to his unit today and couldn’t stay with Shen Qingqing for long.

He could only come back to see her after finishing his tasks.

"Why are you here?"

Shen Qingqing looked a bit confused.

Jiang Zhixun’s ears turned red, and he dodged the question, "Are you going back to sleep, or do you want to freshen up first? I’ll go to the canteen and get you breakfast."

Shen Qingqing groggily wanted to check the time.

When she lifted her hand, her wrist was bare.

Instinctively she reached under the pillow but didn’t find it.

Rarely seeing her so confused, Jiang Zhixun’s lips curved slightly.

Leisurely, he walked to the desk, picked up a delicate woman’s watch, and handed it to Shen Qingqing. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"It’s only four-thirty, still very early."

Shen Qingqing said nothing, staring at the watch face, lost in thought.

Jiang Zhixun awkwardly reminded her, "Last night, you had rice wine eggs and got drunk."

After speaking, he let out a quiet breath.

He wasn’t staying here out of his own will; it was Shen Qingqing who needed care!

Shen Qingqing was groggy, but that didn’t mean she had lost her intelligence.

She had drunk beer before, and although her face would get flushed afterward, she’d never been so drunk as to lose consciousness.

She didn’t believe rice wine eggs could have such a strong effect.

After a bit of thought, she suspected Lin Fengmian.

Casually placing the watch back on the pillow, Shen Qingqing got out of bed.

The canister that had held the brown sugar rice wine egg soup wasn’t on the table anymore.

Her gaze swept around the room.

It was gone.

"It’s not edible after sitting overnight."

Seeing her looking for something, Jiang Zhixun reminded her.

He casually grabbed a piece of clothing and draped it over her shoulders.

The weather was very cold, and the room was the same; as soon as she got out of bed, goosebumps rose on her arms.

Jiang Zhixun frowned.

He hadn’t noticed she was so reckless before.

So how had she managed in Beijing over the past three years?

And later, after moving out of the compound, had she really taken good care of herself?

Shen Qingqing turned to look at him, "Did you throw it away?"

"Yes."

After fermenting overnight, the alcohol smell was strong.

Even if it hadn’t gone bad, he wouldn’t let Shen Qingqing eat it again, for fear she’d get drunk again.

Worried she might eat it by mistake, he had thrown it out earlier.

Shen Qingqing’s expression turned unpleasant.

She asked irritably, "Can’t you stop touching my stuff without permission?"

Jiang Zhixun pressed his lips together, his eyes a bit lost.

He awkwardly said, "If you like it, I’ll make it for you after training."

At that time, he could use ration stamps to trade with the Lin Family for ingredients and borrow their kitchen.

If he used less rice wine, she probably wouldn’t get drunk.

Shen Qingqing breathed heavily; if not for the habits she had formed over the years that kept her from losing her temper easily.

She really wanted to scold Jiang Zhixun now.

And find Lin Fengmian from the Lin Family to confront him.

She had only married Jiang Zhixun, she hadn’t done anything morally wrong, so why did they have to disgust her like this!

For three years of cold war, she was gossiped about in Beijing.

After coming to the Northwest, she was maliciously targeted again.

The source of all this was Jiang Zhixun!

Seeing Shen Qingqing’s eyes red with tears, Jiang Zhixun looked puzzled.

Was it necessary to react so strongly over a bit of food?

Sighing, as if admitting defeat, he said, "I’ll go find Old Lin to borrow the kitchen now."

Shen Qingqing forcefully swallowed down the anger stuck in her chest.

Looking straight into Jiang Zhixun’s eyes, she finally voiced the real reason she came this time.

"Let’s get a divorce."

She truly couldn’t endure living like this for another day!

Jiang Zhixun’s hand clenched tightly at his side, his expression turning serious.

"Don’t say things out of anger."

The veins on the back of his hand bulged, showing he was not calm inside.

Shen Qingqing’s tone was even colder than his, "I never speak out of anger."

This was a conclusion she had come to after serious consideration.

Marriage should be about mutual support and progress together.

But the reality was, whether with big or small matters, she couldn’t rely on Jiang Zhixun.

Moreover, she had to endure harm from him.

Such a marriage was truly meaningless and should end sooner to free them both.

Jiang Zhixun remained silent.

Those sharp eyes were filled with overwhelming emotions, fixed tightly on Shen Qingqing.

Chin held high, Shen Qingqing met his gaze unflinchingly.

Her face showed stubbornness and seriousness.

Jiang Zhixun’s eyes flashed with panic for a brief second before regaining composure.

Jaw clenched tightly, he squeezed out three words through thin lips.

"Stop this nonsense."

Shen Qingqing felt emotionally shattered.

She had already mentioned divorce, her tone was serious, why did Jiang Zhixun insist she was being irrational?

His indifference towards divorce made her feel like a clown!

If it wasn’t unbearable, who would joke about divorce!

Shen Qingqing raised her voice, "I’m serious, can you please take this seriously!"

Her reaction made Jiang Zhixun’s already unsettled heart leap to his throat.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he took a step forward to grasp Shen Qingqing’s shoulders.

Softening his tone, he coaxed, "Is your head still dizzy? Why don’t you sleep a bit longer, and I’ll go get you something to eat."

Shen Qingqing was furious, "Jiang Zhixun, do you not understand human language?"

"I said, let’s get a divorce!"

Jiang Zhixun couldn’t comprehend why she suddenly had the notion of divorce.

Just a couple of days ago, they were fine.

At the canteen that day, she had softly called him Brother Zhixun, looking so obedient.

Exactly like before.

It seemed like they were trying to reconcile their relationship.

How had she changed her mind in just a few days?

But he had already made up his mind to start a good life with her.

Tightening his grip on Shen Qingqing’s shoulders, Jiang Zhixun stated word by word, "I disagree."

As the mist in her eyes started to pool together, large tears rolled out from Shen Qingqing’s eyes.

The grievances in her heart reached a peak at this moment.

Shen Qingqing questioned, "On what grounds do you disagree?"

"No grounds, just disagreement."

Hearing her cry, Jiang Zhixun became more convinced that divorce was a decision she made impulsively.

Helplessly, he said, "You’re already twenty-three, not a three-year-old child. You should know what to say and what not to say."

When something unpleasant happened, she could cry, make a fuss, or like before, cold war him and cut off contact.

But the word divorce shouldn’t be spoken lightly!

Shen Qingqing’s eyes looked hollow, disappointment clearly etched on her face.

She didn’t want to say more to Jiang Zhixun.

Nor did she have the energy to continue quarreling.

Just repeating the same words, "I want a divorce."

Jiang Zhixun felt both angry and anxious, looking at Shen Qingqing’s tears, not knowing what to do with her.

He forcefully grabbed the coat resting on the chair, causing the chair to scrape loudly against the floor.

In the quiet atmosphere, it sounded particularly jarring.

Jiang Zhixun’s expression was icy, his gaze unfathomable, making it impossible to discern his emotions.

"Calm yourself for a few days. During this time, I’ll be out on a mission and won’t come to see you."