After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?-Chapter 71 Let’s Talk

Jiang Zhixun finished washing clothes and went out for a run.

Only during training could he calm his mind.

If he stayed at home any longer, he might never forget that dream.

Madam Jiang also had things weighing on her mind and tossed and turned, unable to sleep peacefully.

To allow her husband to rest a bit longer, she simply got up to make breakfast.

She saw clothes hanging in the yard, both Jiang Zhixun’s and Shen Qingqing’s.

She thought to herself that this kid had some sense, knowing to take care of his wife.

Her effort to leave the clothes for him instead of immediately helping Qingqing wash them hadn’t been in vain.

Since they rarely visited home, Madam Jiang wanted to make delicious meals for the young couple in any way she could.

She steamed meat buns, cooked porridge, stir-fried two plates of vegetables, and planned to make a bowl of brown sugar egg soup for Shen Qingqing.

After the car accident, according to Zhixun, she lost a lot of blood. She needed good food to nourish her strength and replenish her vitality.

Originally, she intended to make the soup only for Shen Qingqing but worried that Qingqing might feel pressured and unwilling to eat alone.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she decided to add more eggs so each person could have a bowl.

When Shen Qingqing woke up, breakfast was already ready.

Madam Jiang saw her dressed neatly and teasingly scolded, "Why didn’t you call me upstairs to help you?"

Shen Qingqing curled her lips slightly, "It’s just small things, I can manage them myself."

Madam Jiang brought over the brown sugar egg soup first, "You eat this first, and I’ll bring out the rest. No need to wait for your dad and the others."

Shen Qingqing glanced toward the kitchen, where there were still four bowls of brown sugar egg soup neatly arranged.

Since everyone had their share, she didn’t say anything further.

She helped bring out the enamel bowl of buns along with a plate of vegetables, while Madam Jiang bustled around, bringing the rest of the food and tableware to the table.

Elder Jiang and Father Jiang finished washing up, just as Jiang Zhixun returned from his run.

He casually carried his coat in hand, exuding a carefree attitude. Father Jiang felt angry just seeing him.

He shot a sharp glare at him and silently mouthed an insult: Bastard!

Jiang Zhixun rubbed the tip of his nose.

Trying to make small talk, he asked, "What’s for breakfast?"

He naturally sat beside Shen Qingqing.

She was drinking brown sugar water; only her right hand was functional. However, this didn’t stop her from holding her small bowl, blowing on it, and sipping it.

From Jiang Zhixun’s angle, he could see Shen Qingqing’s every move clearly.

The act of blowing on the soup instantly attracted his attention to Shen Qingqing’s lips.

Unbidden, his thoughts drifted to that chaotic dream.

Although no one knew about that dream, Jiang Zhixun’s face reddened for a brief moment.

He pushed his bowl of brown sugar egg soup toward Shen Qingqing, "I don’t like sweets. You can have it."

Shen Qingqing didn’t even acknowledge him and turned slightly, almost presenting him with the back of her head.

The rejection couldn’t be more obvious.

Jiang Zhixun pressed his thin lips together and awkwardly took the bowl back.

He ate his breakfast silently.

The elders didn’t know what to say either, and they tacitly remained silent.

After breakfast, Shen Qingqing told Jiang Zhixun to bring the necessary documents and come with her to the civil affairs bureau.

Jiang Zhixun didn’t want to get a divorce and abandoned all pretense. He said straightforwardly, "I don’t want a divorce."

Shen Qingqing struggled to control her emotions, barely stopping herself from slapping him across the face.

It had come to this, and he still didn’t want to divorce. He didn’t seem willing to go to the civil affairs bureau either. Was he trying to toy with her?

She raised her hand to check her watch, "You have one minute to go fetch the documents."

Her indifference struck a painful chord in Jiang Zhixun’s heart.

He repeated again, "I don’t want a divorce."

His expression was stubborn, like a big watchdog glaring intently at her.

Shen Qingqing averted her gaze, "Can you stop wasting my time?"

Her tone was harsh.

Given Jiang Zhixun’s usual temperament, at this point, he should have just gone along with her wishes.

Instead of persistently trying to warm her cold shoulder.

But Jiang Zhixun knew that if they finalized the divorce, Shen Qingqing would only treat him with even colder indifference.

It had been just a few days, and he already felt like he couldn’t take it anymore.

If Shen Qingqing never wished to reconcile with him for the rest of her life, he wouldn’t know what to do.

So the best choice was not to get divorced.

Reconciliation? That would be the worst-case scenario!

Facing Shen Qingqing’s icy gaze, Jiang Zhixun thickened his skin and said, "Marriage is a serious matter. You should reconsider for a few days."

Shen Qingqing felt like she was about to be driven mad by his flip-flopping.

Her voice rose, "I’ve thought it through very carefully; I want a divorce! Can you stop always making things difficult for me?"

Her emotions surged, and tears glimmered in her eyes—she looked as if she might cry at any moment.

Jiang Zhixun didn’t dare say anything further.

Instinctively, he sought the elders’ opinions.

Elder Jiang and Father Jiang turned and left—one heading to work, the other opting to take a stroll outside.

Once, they had been deeply optimistic about this marriage, but now, they felt just as pessimistic.

Divorce was rare and might invite gossip from others.

But unless Qingqing had suffered real grievances, why would she make up her mind to divorce Zhixun so resolutely?

Three years ago, they intervened once, and it didn’t yield good results.

This time, they decided to stay out of it.

Whether the couple divorced or stayed together, they would leave the decision in their hands.

Finally, Jiang Zhixun could only turn his gaze toward his mother.

Madam Jiang cursed her husband under her breath for being so unhelpful, leaving her to deal with the situation alone.

Seeing her son’s pleading eyes, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and try to persuade Shen Qingqing.

"Injuries take at least a hundred days to heal properly. You should be resting and recuperating; this divorce matter can wait. Besides, Zhixun is home on leave; it’s not like he’ll suddenly run away..."

The further she spoke, the less confident she sounded. freewebnøvel.coɱ

After all, her son had a "track record" of fleeing—didn’t he escape to the Northwest three years ago to avoid divorce?

To avoid a repeat, another escape wasn’t impossible...

Shen Qingqing took a deep breath, swallowing the lump in her throat.

Instead of replying to Madam Jiang, she looked at Jiang Zhixun and asked, "Are you or are you not going to the civil affairs bureau?"

No matter how many times she asked, Jiang Zhixun still didn’t want to go.

Previously, when Shen Qingqing had been in a car accident, lying weakly in a hospital bed, his heart softened and he thought about fulfilling her wish.

That was why he filed the divorce application.

But now, having calmed down, he no longer wanted to go through with it.

Not even a little bit!

Jiang Zhixun knew that if he voiced his true thoughts, Shen Qingqing might get angry.

But things had come to this point—trying to stall alone clearly wasn’t going to work.

If he didn’t want a divorce, he’d need to think of another strategy.

Jiang Zhixun cleared his throat, "Let’s talk."

"Get the divorce certificate first, or there’s nothing to talk about."

Shen Qingqing’s attitude was unyielding, like a stone, leaving people helpless to deal with her.

Jiang Zhixun felt both irritated and anxious.

Everyone said she had a good temper and was easy to talk to, but why was she so hard and cold toward him?

"Clarify the matter about your illness first, or I won’t go to get the divorce certificate."

Finally, Jiang Zhixun seized upon his lifeline.

Shen Qingqing still had something she was hiding from him—until she revealed everything, he wouldn’t agree to divorce!

Sneakily exhaling a breath, Jiang Zhixun pressed on:

"If we divorce without making things clear, people might think you got sick and I abandoned you. Wouldn’t I be drowned in spit from their gossip?"