After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?-Chapter 70 Dream

After an hour, Jiang Zhixun finally returned from outside.

Meanwhile, Shen Qingqing had already finished her shower and dried her hair.

She was now sitting on the sofa, holding her small notebook, engrossed in something.

Jiang Zhixun, under the pretense of sweeping the floor, glanced at Shen Qingqing when he passed by the doorway.

Once he confirmed she was fine, he returned to his room to rest.

Shen Qingqing’s focus these days revolved around one major matter: divorce.

Even without looking at her notes, she wouldn’t forget it.

Still, there were minor details she would sometimes revisit to deepen her memory.

This was one of the treatment methods recommended by the doctor.

If the condition wasn’t severe, this approach could effectively minimize its impact on daily life.

If her condition worsened, the treatment plan would need to be changed.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Chen Shaojie was scheduled to come to Beijing for a matchmaking meeting. Shen Qingqing had been hesitating whether to accompany him to meet Shi Yu.

With her presence, Shi Yu and Chen Shaojie might feel less awkward, and their interaction could proceed more smoothly.

However, the presence of certain personal topics would inevitably become inconvenient to discuss.

Going or not going both had their pros and cons.

In this moment, Shen Qingqing was no longer conflicted.

She decided to go to the matchmaking meeting with Shi Yu and Chen Shaojie. If the timing was right, she could also return to her rented apartment to find someone to help her clean up the place.

Who knows, she might suddenly need to move back there.

It was better to tidy it up in advance.

Shen Qingqing had always been patient. As long as Jiang Zhixun didn’t bother her, she could fully concentrate on her own matters.

She reviewed her notebook carefully from beginning to end, not overlooking a single detail.

Upon reaching the final page, Shen Qingqing closed the notebook.

She touched her hair—it had already dried.

She casually placed the notebook on the armrest of the sofa and leaned forward to grab a comb.

After combing her hair neatly, she could finally sleep.

Shen Qingqing didn’t notice that when she got up, her coat brushed against the notebook, causing it to fall into the gap between the sofa and the wall.

She immediately bent down to check.

The notebook had fallen into the deepest part of the gap, where it was too narrow to reach, even with tools, unless the sofa was moved slightly.

The sofa was heavy; Shen Qingqing couldn’t move it with one hand.

At this hour, Madam Jiang was most likely asleep, and Shen Qingqing didn’t want to bother her.

As for Jiang Zhixun in the adjacent room, apart from matters concerning the divorce, she had no intention of saying a single word to him.

Standing in place for a moment, Shen Qingqing combed her hair irritably.

In the end, she decided to sleep first and ask Madam Jiang for help to retrieve the notebook in the morning.

Shen Qingqing had a habit of often feeling uncertain about whether she had locked the door when leaving the house, prompting her to turn back and check before she felt at ease.

For tasks that weren’t urgent, it was clear she could delay them, yet she couldn’t; she would need to resolve them before she could work or live in peace.

This was one of those times.

Even though her body was already fatigued from the long train ride, her mind lingered on the notebook stuck in the sofa gap, preventing her from falling asleep.

She couldn’t toss and turn freely, and instead forced herself to lie still and try to drift into slumber.

The air was so silent that she could even hear the ticking of the clock’s hands.

This was normally her ideal environment for sleeping, but now her unsettled mind turned even the faintest noise into a source of irritation.

Shen Qingqing grew even more restless.

She suddenly let out a soft sigh.

This year had been full of misfortunes—illness, turmoil, and so many unpleasant events.

Now, as the Lunar New Year approached, she had even suffered a fracture.

She wondered in confusion: once the divorce was finalized and the new year began, would all the bad things finally fade away?

For things that hadn’t happened yet, Shen Qingqing couldn’t find an answer.

Her thoughts ran wild, and sleep became impossible.

In the room next door, Jiang Zhixun had managed to fall asleep, but his rest was far from peaceful.

His dream kept shifting.

At one moment, it was Shen Qingqing without any clothes. At another, it was her from their wedding night three years ago.

In the end, the two scenes merged into one.

It became their wedding night, with Shen Qingqing not dressed.

This time, he didn’t leave. Instead, he stayed in the bridal chamber, holding Shen Qingqing tightly in his arms.

He kissed her soft lips, which carried a faint sweet fragrance.

Shen Qingqing blushed, her eyes shut tightly and her eyelashes trembling, but she still reached out to hug him in return.

Her slender, elongated legs entangled with his, and she even mustered the courage to kiss him back.

Though she quickly withdrew, the soft sensation captivated Jiang Zhixun.

It wasn’t just her lips—other parts of her were just as impossibly tender.

Like a bundle of cotton.

Jiang Zhixun wanted to knead her with force but held back, afraid of harming her.

He gripped her slim waist and positioned her to sit on top of him.

The blanket slid down her flawless, pale back, settling over her beautifully curved form.

The dormant beast within him awakened.

Her soft murmurs reached his ears and settled into his heart, and her watery gaze looked at him.

So helpless.

So pitiful.

Yet tinged with an indescribable allure that sent his heart racing.

A sudden feeling of weightlessness jolted Jiang Zhixun awake. He grabbed the edge of the bed just in time to avoid falling off.

The soft, fragrant figure in his arms was gone.

Jiang Zhixun was left in a daze, instinctively reaching out to touch her side of the bed.

Empty.

Shen Qingqing wasn’t there.

Her sweet fragrance had also vanished from the air.

The confusion in his eyes gradually gave way to profound disappointment.

Of course, Shen Qingqing was going to divorce him.

How could she possibly allow him to hold her or share such intimate moments?

Jiang Zhixun rubbed his temple, wondering how he could have had such a dream.

If Shen Qingqing found out, she would surely be furious.

Even though it was only a dream, Jiang Zhixun still felt guilty.

Especially when he noticed the evidence under the blanket, his guilt surged to its peak.

In his dream, he had done that kind of thing with Shen Qingqing.

On the night at the guest house, he had even kissed her.

All of it was proof that his feelings for Shen Qingqing were no longer pure.

Amid his disappointment, Jiang Zhixun began to feel the sting of sadness.

He did not want to divorce Shen Qingqing.

Not at all.

But Shen Qingqing was adamant, leaving him no room to make amends.

What could he possibly do?

He glanced at the time; it was already four in the morning.

Jiang Zhixun got out of bed, changed his pants, and took the soiled clothes to the bathroom.

Shen Qingqing’s clothes were still soaking in the basin.

Without thinking, Jiang Zhixun washed them together.

Though he knew it was unlikely, he silently wished.

If he behaved well enough, could Shen Qingqing possibly reconsider the divorce?

As long as she didn’t divorce him, he would agree to anything—whether she wanted to stay in Beijing or move to the Northwest to join his posting.

If she chose to accompany him, he’d handle all the chores when not training or on assignments.

If she didn’t want to accompany him, he’d send all his allowances back home and come to visit her during extended leaves.

Even if it was just for a fleeting glimpse, he’d willingly endure the long journey.

Jiang Zhixun weakly wondered: if he confessed his feelings to Shen Qingqing, would she give him one last chance?

In the unfamiliar setting and weighed down by restless thoughts, Shen Qingqing only managed to drift off late into the night.

Her sleep was shallow.

The faint sounds of activity in the bathroom reached her in her room.

Anyone who hadn’t slept well would naturally be irritable, and waves of frustration surged within her.

She wanted nothing more than to storm over and scold Jiang Zhixun harshly.