After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?-Chapter 200: Took the Wrong Medicine

Courtyard.

When Jiang Zhixun got home, he had a smile on his face, clearly in a good mood.

Madam Jiang curiously asked, "Did you find some money?"

Jiang Zhixun shook his head, "No."

"Then why are you foolishly happy, it’s not like Qingqing agreed to remarry you."

Jiang Zhixun: "..."

He really wanted to tell his mother that Shen Qingqing was dating him!

But he was afraid the elders would get too excited and go to Qingqing, saying things that don’t make sense.

Besides, she specifically instructed him.

Just listen to her.

If she wants to keep it a secret, then it’s a secret.

If she wants to go public, then it’s public.

As long as she’s happy, he will do whatever Shen Qingqing says.

Jiang Zhixun said nothing and went straight upstairs.

Madam Jiang: "I haven’t finished talking, how come you’re leaving again?"

Jiang Zhixun: "It’s useless for you to keep nagging, your daughter-in-law won’t agree to get married."

Madam Jiang didn’t think much of it.

Qingqing and Zhixun had been married, so naturally, she was the daughter-in-law of their family.

Her refusal to remarry is also a fact.

In Madam Jiang’s view, this was a prolonged battle.

When victory would come was still uncertain.

Looking at Qingqing’s attitude, she had no intention of marrying, and likely wouldn’t consider Zhixun at this time.

She wondered if it would be wise to take Shen Qingqing to attend a few wedding banquets.

Seeing the sweet and loving newlyweds, a 28-year-old girl would surely be moved.

Then visit friends who have kids, children aged two or three are the cutest.

Qingqing would want to get married, want to have children, and Zhixun’s opportunity would arise!

Near year’s end, there are many weddings, and Madam Jiang considered taking Shen Qingqing along if the timing was right.

Upstairs.

Jiang Zhixun moved his things back to the bridal room.

Though keeping the room by himself was a bit pitiful, he pretended his wife was busy with work, temporarily staying in the school dormitory, and felt a bit better.

Once she’s not busy, she would return.

In the bridal room, Shen Qingqing’s belongings had been moved out spotlessly.

Standing in front of the wardrobe, looking at the empty compartments, Jiang Zhixun’s thoughts began to drift.

His mind recalled how Shen Qingqing meticulously arranged the bridal room when they got married eight years ago.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt like a terrible person.

He gave himself a hard slap.

Madam Jiang came upstairs to talk to her son and casually reminded him to take his medicine.

Unexpectedly, she stumbled upon this scene.

"What are you doing? Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Jiang Zhixun, with an unchanged face, silently continued to put his clothes in the wardrobe.

He mostly wore military uniforms, had few civilian clothes, and they barely occupied a third of the wardrobe.

The remaining space was reserved for Shen Qingqing, someday she would use it.

Madam Jiang was puzzled, "That’s baffling, why did you bring your things back? Quickly take them out, otherwise when Qingqing comes back for New Year, she’ll see your stuff and won’t want to stay at home."

During the New Year, schools have break, and teachers return home to reunite with their families.

Thinking about letting Shen Qingqing stay alone in the dormitory during the holiday made Madam Jiang feel distressed.

No matter her willingness, they must keep her at home then.

If she wanted to leave, she would have to wait until after the New Year.

Seeing her son unmoved, she again urged him, "Your room also has a wardrobe, there’s no shortage of places to put your things. Why do you insist on opposing Qingqing, making her upset for no good reason?"

Jiang Zhixun: "I’m not upsetting her."

Madam Jiang: "Then why are you squabbling over the room with her?"

Jiang Zhixun thought: This is naturally theirs, why distinguish between yours and mine?

"Don’t worry about it."

Madam Jiang suddenly had a headache, "We didn’t interfere before, and look what happened, you messed things up. Now, you want to do it all over again?"

Jiang Zhixun helplessly said, "You just don’t trust me that much?"

Madam Jiang spoke firmly, "No trust."

Had it not been for the elders’ sake, Qingqing would’ve cut ties with the rascal long ago! novelbuddy-cσ๓

"Stop with nonsense and move quickly. Soon I’ll take Qingqing to a wedding banquet; she might decide to stay at home then."

Jiang Zhixun refused to move.

This was their bridal room, his and Shen Qingqing’s.

Why should he move?

"This boy surely took the wrong medicine!" Madam Jiang said so.

Jiang Zhixun: "The bed here is big."

Madam Jiang muttered, this was a marriage bed, initially considering that once the young couple married, they might soon have children.

Kids would sleep with them.

Of course, the bed was large.

It was unfortunate that these two were both stubborn; neither was easy to manage, and they had barely spent any time in this room.

Wasted all the newly purchased good furniture.

Though Jiang Zhixun was unwilling, Madam Jiang still drove him back to his original room.

She then carefully restored the bridal room to show no sign of anyone else living in it.

Young girls have thin skin, many things need attention, they should not have Zhixun disrupting that room.

Unless they didn’t want Qingqing to return to live.

Warning her son, "Keep messing around, and Qingqing won’t stay overnight at home in the future. Then it will be too late for your regrets."

Jiang Zhixun couldn’t express his frustrations, so he reluctantly moved back to the adjacent second bedroom.

Comforting himself, the second bedroom was quite close to the bridal room.

Only a wall separated them.

After all, Qingqing wasn’t returning home, so it wouldn’t matter where he stayed!

Shen Qingqing had no idea about the events in the courtyard, but in the following days, Jiang Zhixun not only brought her breakfast but also took her to the classroom for lectures.

Then, he accompanied her to eat at the cafeteria and escorted her back to the dormitory; this made Shen Qingqing somewhat troubled.

During class, some students had already started teasing.

Even though she forbade Jiang Zhixun from approaching the classroom, his outstanding appearance made it difficult not to be noticed by students walking around the campus.

As rumors circulated among the students, they quickly spread throughout the class she taught.

That day, she treated a colleague to steak, and on her way back to campus, Shen Qingqing asked Jiang Zhixun.

"When are you applying to resume flying?"

Once he went back to work, he should be less clingy.

Jiang Zhixun’s recovery was rapid, and there hadn’t been any relapses.

Shen Qingqing thought he should be able to rejoin his team.

Discussing serious matters, Jiang Zhixun’s attitude became much more earnest.

"There’s an observation period."

Was it just a feeling or reality? When he spoke, his mood seemed a bit down.

Shen Qingqing imagined, given Jiang Zhixun’s passion for flying, he would want to resume flying as soon as possible.

Deep inside, she couldn’t help but feel a bit tender.

Her tone became much softer.

She asked, "How long will the observation take?"

"Possibly half a year, maybe longer."

Although Shen Qingqing didn’t want Jiang Zhixun sticking to her all day, stopping flying for such a long time wouldn’t leave him feeling peaceful.

Perhaps, when alone, he would still get anxious.

Jiang Zhixun noticed her slightly furrowed brows, without asking, he knew what she was thinking.

Naturally, he held Shen Qingqing’s hand, intertwining their fingers.

Palm against palm, the warm temperature spread to Shen Qingqing.

Tilting his head, the man asked her, "Are you still cold?"

"Not cold."

As she finished speaking, his grip on her hand tightened.

Jiang Zhixun spoke with a gentle laugh, "I’m cold, help warm me up."

Shen Qingqing didn’t push him away; the days spent together had adjusted her to holding hands with Jiang Zhixun.

His fingertips had calluses, a bit rough, different from the touch of other places.

Unconsciously, Shen Qingqing began to scratch.

It was as if electric currents flowed through his body, Jiang Zhixun’s nerves tensed tightly.

Seeing Shen Qingqing still oblivious, he felt utterly helpless.

"Honey, are you testing me?"

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