After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?-Chapter 141 Sincerity

Brother Zhixun...

Since the day she arrived at the Jiang Family compound, Shen Qingqing has always called him that.

It was only the year they divorced, during their unpleasant arguments, that she called him Jiang Zhixun by his full name.

Later, when she lost her memories, she distantly addressed him as Mr. Jiang.

This time, hearing the words "Brother Zhixun" again, Jiang Zhixun felt a whirlwind of emotions in his heart, almost moved to tears.

He could only grit his teeth, trying hard to suppress it.

He was trying so hard that the muscles on his face twitched slightly.

With excitement surging in his heart, Jiang Zhixun nearly lost control and felt the urge to hug Shen Qingqing.

The man standing at the door didn’t move; Shen Qingqing tilted her head slightly, doubting whether she had recognized the wrong person.

After all, the memories she had lost were still not recovered.

Though she had recovered from her illness, she could now only ensure that she wouldn’t forget new people and events she encountered.

Before returning, she had clarified past events, but since she hadn’t yet met Jiang Zhixun, she wasn’t sure if she had identified him correctly.

Shen Qingqing knew that she and Jiang Zhixun had been married and that they were now each other’s ex.

Considering her relationship with the Jiang Family, as long as mutual respect was maintained, there was no need to tear things apart.

Shen Qingqing had always had a good temperament, and after four years of settling down, her attitude had become even more peaceful.

When she looked at the Jiang Family, what she felt more of was gratitude.

They had raised her.

The doctor who treated her was introduced by Father Jiang.

Over these past years, the Jiang Family had sent her money, written letters of encouragement, and supported her.

Shen Qingqing was truly thankful for them.

That was also the reason why she greeted Jiang Zhixun so calmly.

With his excellent eyesight, Jiang Zhixun noticed her slight tilting of her head and found it incredibly vivid.

The corners of his mouth involuntarily lifted, and all the unpleasant memories were thrown to the back of his mind.

Step by step, he walked toward Shen Qingqing.

The closer he got, the clearer he could see.

Her skin was still as fair and supple as always; time had removed her youthful naïveté but hadn’t left wrinkles.

Standing at a safe distance, he could even catch a faint whiff of her perfume.

A rich, fresh scent that complemented her temperament perfectly.

Jiang Zhixun suddenly became nervous, the kind of unease that arises only when facing someone he likes.

With awkward movements, he sat on the sofa opposite her, separated by the walkway and coffee table. His posture was upright, his hands placed on his knees as though awaiting an inspection from a superior.

He didn’t initiate conversation, just sat quietly, his military uniform meticulously neat.

Shen Qingqing couldn’t help but chuckle, "Auntie was right."

"Hmm?"

Jiang Zhixun instinctively asked, "What did she say about me?"

Madam Jiang had said he was rigid, like a piece of wood—blockheaded, spoke little, but managed to infuriate people whenever he opened his mouth...

Of course, Shen Qingqing couldn’t say such a thing outright.

She leaned forward to pick up her cup and took a strategic sip of warm water, moistening her throat.

With a teasing tone, she said, "She said, when you sit there, you look like a soldier."

Her face carried a faint smile, neither rejecting him nor coldly distant.

Jiang Zhixun’s eyes suddenly stung, and he felt an urge to cry.

He hadn’t expected their reunion to be this harmonious.

Not even in his dreams!

Waves of emotion surged within his chest, rushing upward, but Jiang Zhixun strained to control the impulse to blink excessively, barely managing to avoid losing composure in front of Shen Qingqing.

This day—he had waited four years for it.

He absolutely, absolutely couldn’t be impulsive or juvenile like before!

Quietly exhaling, he asked Shen Qingqing in a calm tone, "When did you arrive at the airport? Why didn’t you let me pick you up?"

"Last night."

She had stayed at a hotel overnight and returned to the Jiang Family compound only after recuperating.

Although Jiang Zhixun had been reassigned to Beijing, his training schedule hardly left him time to visit home.

Not knowing Shen Qingqing had landed in Beijing, he had called home upon her arrival.

His hands resting on his knees curled slightly, and he spoke dryly, "Next time, please contact me in advance. I... I can drive, and it’d be convenient to pick you up."

Shen Qingqing nodded in agreement, her attitude very amiable.

But Jiang Zhixun somehow felt that she wouldn’t do so, that she was merely being perfunctory.

His loosely clenched hand suddenly tightened.

Jiang Zhixun reminded himself to proceed cautiously, not to make Qingqing feel repulsed by him!

With so many considerations weighing on him, despite the flood of words in his mind, Jiang Zhixun didn’t know where to start.

The living room fell into a momentary silence.

Feeling awkward herself, Shen Qingqing took out two unopened books from the gifts she had brought.

They were aviation-related books; she wasn’t sure if they would be of use to Jiang Zhixun, but she had purchased them when she saw them.

"I’ve received all the money you transferred to me."

Shen Qingqing looked slightly embarrassed.

Her own savings hadn’t been enough to cover her study and living expenses abroad.

During her most difficult times, the money from the elder of the Jiang Family, as well as Jiang Zhixun’s later transfers, had been spent.

"Before returning home, I received an invitation from Beijing University. Starting this semester, I’ll be teaching at the Foreign Languages Department. Once I start earning my salary, I’ll repay you."

Teaching...

Did this mean she wouldn’t leave Beijing again?

Joy surged uncontrollably, and the corners of Jiang Zhixun’s mouth twitched, barely keeping himself from laughing aloud.

This was an incredibly wonderful piece of news!

"Congratulations. I remember your dream was to be a translator or a foreign language teacher. Beijing University is full of talents; maybe you can fulfill both dreams at once."

Currently, foreign language experts were in high demand, and with Shen Qingqing’s advanced studies in Britain, her future competitiveness in this field was easy to foresee.

If she had the opportunity, taking on translation projects alongside her teaching would indeed align with the career she had envisioned.

"I’ll take your kind words as encouragement."

Her words were modest, but her demeanor was composed—an expression of self-assurance.

Studying abroad hadn’t only cured her illness; it had broadened her horizons and enriched her knowledge.

For Shen Qingqing, the experience marked a significant personal gain.

She was so composed and confident, so strikingly beautiful, that Jiang Zhixun found it increasingly difficult to look away.

But he couldn’t let his gaze linger on her.

He knew without a doubt that any inappropriate behavior on his part would prompt Qingqing to "turn hostile."

The delicate atmosphere here was hard-won, and Jiang Zhixun refused to ruin it.

He blurted out something unconnected to the previous discussion: "You don’t need to repay me."

Extending his long arm, he took the two books, saying, "These are enough."

Shen Qingqing shook her head, replying, "Clear debts make good relationships."

Jiang Zhixun pressed his lips together. "When we divorced, assets should have been split fifty-fifty. You didn’t take a single cent; that money was rightfully yours."

In the end, he chose to address their divorce directly, as if pulling back the curtain obscuring that part of their shared history.

Jiang Zhixun didn’t want to deceive Shen Qingqing.

Whether or not she knew the true nature of their past, he felt compelled to clarify everything.

Honesty in matters of love—that was what he had come to understand over the past four years.

Back then, it was his lack of sincerity and respect that had led Qingqing to seek a divorce.

This time, he wouldn’t make the same mistake.

Shen Qingqing replied, "If my memory serves, during the time of our marriage, I was working at the publishing house. According to your reasoning, that too was part of our marital property—shouldn’t I have shared half of it with you?"

"That’s impossible!"

Jiang Zhixun refuted instantly, "I’m the man; providing for the family is my responsibility. My money is yours, and your money is still yours."

New n𝙤vel chapters are published on fre(e)webnov(l).com