After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?-Chapter 75 Misunderstanding

Just as Jiang Zhixun anticipated, Shen Qingqing indeed returned to the place she rented.

Although over the phone, his mother had mentioned many times where she lived.

But it was his first visit.

It was very close to the publishing house, with shopping malls and state-owned restaurants nearby, making life very convenient.

The police station was also not far, ensuring safety.

Jiang Zhixun had previously worried whether anyone would behave indecently and bully Shen Qingqing.

Now that he saw the surroundings with his own eyes, he felt much relieved.

But Shen Qingqing’s illness was like a ticking time bomb, capable of erupting at any moment.

Jiang Zhixun still hoped she would move back to the compound.

He knew now wasn’t the time to speak.

And besides, Jiang Zhixun feared he might say something wrong, and Shen Qingqing would drive him away.

So, he remained silent.

He went upstairs with her.

The building housed many people, most of whom were intellectuals; Jiang Zhixun could sense the atmosphere was quite nice.

They finally stopped in front of a room.

Jiang Zhixun waited for Shen Qingqing to open the door, while Shen Qingqing stared at him intently.

Her eyes were full of unwelcome signs.

Jiang Zhixun wanted Shen Qingqing to return to the compound, but he knew he couldn’t rush it.

Anyway, he had a month off, providing ample time to slowly work things out with Shen Qingqing.

As long as he could persuade her to move back before going back to the Northwest, it would be fine.

He pretended to cough, "I’ll help you clean up."

"No need."

She could ask someone else for help.

Spending two yuan could get the place clean without having to stick with Jiang Zhixun.

As if he saw through her thoughts, Jiang Zhixun spoke soothingly, "It’s almost New Year’s Eve, and everyone is busy at home. It’s not that easy to find help."

Shen Qingqing still disagreed, "Can you leave immediately?"

She didn’t know why Jiang Zhixun suddenly became so persistent like a plaster.

He didn’t even like her, so why was he so insistent?

"I’ve wronged you for the past three years. Whether you believe it or not, I feel guilty and want to do something to make up for the hurt I’ve caused you."

Fearing that Shen Qingqing would refuse again, Jiang Zhixun plucked up the courage to say, "The divorce certificate is in your hands, so you don’t have to worry about me clinging on; you are free now."

These words were said without much confidence.

Jiang Zhixun knew in his heart that if given the chance, he would seize it to remarry Shen Qingqing.

Even if they were divorced now, in his heart, Shen Qingqing was still his only wife.

Subconsciously, Shen Qingqing touched her coat pocket; the divorce certificate was still safely tucked inside.

Just as Jiang Zhixun said, she was now a free person.

And indeed, he had wronged her over the past three years.

Since he didn’t leave and was willing to be free labor, he might as well let him work.

He wouldn’t be in her way!

She took out the key and opened the door.

After staying in the Northwest for a month, a layer of dust had settled at home.

As soon as the door opened, a smell of dust greeted her.

There was no sign of life.

Unable to hold back, Shen Qingqing sneezed.

Afraid she’d be choked by the dust again, Jiang Zhixun quickly stepped into the house and opened all the windows.

Fresh air rushed in, and Shen Qingqing’s condition improved a lot.

She immediately went to check her valuables.

They were still all neatly lying in the drawer, and Shen Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief.

She pointed to the small balcony, "The tools are there."

This took him to be like a housekeeper.

Seeing Shen Qingqing’s proud demeanor, Jiang Zhixun’s heart filled with inappropriate joy.

As long as Shen Qingqing doesn’t look at him coldly, he doesn’t mind being ordered around by her.

The house was small, and the layout could be seen at a glance.

It was fully equipped with necessary items.

Like a sparrow, though small, it had everything.

Without any complaints, Jiang Zhixun rolled up his sleeves and got to work.

He first fetched water in the bathroom, sprinkled some on the floor to prevent dust from flying everywhere.

Then he used a broom to roughly sweep the floor before starting to wipe the tables, cabinets, and other items.

Shen Qingqing sat on a small bench in the living room watching him work.

Her face remained expressionless.

Neither moved nor embarrassed.

She maintained a calm mindset.

Wu Auntie from the neighbor’s house passed by the doorway and saw Shen Qingqing.

With a face full of surprise, she asked, "Miss Shen, when did you return? Have you eaten? Why not come over and grab a bite?"

People living here didn’t know Shen Qingqing was a Jiang Family daughter-in-law.

But they knew she was married, worked at a publishing house, and was an excellent translator.

Intellectuals were respected everywhere, and although Shen Qingqing was young, she had a very good reputation in the area.

Many people enjoyed interacting with her.

Before Shen Qingqing could respond, Wu Auntie asked with concern, "Why is your hand in a sling? Is it serious?"

"Not serious, it’s almost healed."

Wu Auntie believed she was only reporting the good news and not the bad.

A woman living alone, usually without anyone to talk to; she was already very pitiful, and now she had a broken hand.

"At this time of year, why isn’t your man back to accompany you?"

Wu Auntie peered inside and then saw Jiang Zhixun.

Awkward for a moment.

Then she smiled, "Are you Miss Shen’s husband? You’re very handsome, no wonder Miss Shen chose you, such a blessed child."

To Wu Auntie, Shen Qingqing was an impressive lady.

And beautiful like a fairy.

Whoever married her was extremely fortunate.

Jiang Zhixun nodded uncomfortably, "I’m Qingqing’s family, my name is Jiang Zhixun."

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Jiang Zhixun felt a bit aggrieved; he didn’t say anything wrong, why glare at him?

Even if they’re divorced, Shen Qingqing is still part of the Jiang Family.

He saw himself as family; what’s wrong with that?

In front of outsiders, Shen Qingqing was too lazy to argue with Jiang Zhixun.

Seeing the time, it was almost twelve o’clock.

"Aren’t you going to get back to work?"

"Oh."

Jiang Zhixun turned and went to change the sheets.

Seeing him act like a dutiful wife, Wu Auntie was full of admiration.

Men should be diligent and home-oriented to marry such a beautiful wife as Miss Shen.

She said smilingly, "Since your husband is here, I won’t worry about you."

She waved her hand and left.

Shen Qingqing didn’t even have a chance to explain.

Jiang Zhixun, holding the removed sheets and quilt cover, had a slight smile.

That aunt said he was Shen Qingqing’s lover.

But his smile faded quickly, recalling the divorce certificate in his pocket.

With a stoic face, he placed the items in the bathroom, soaking them in an appropriately sized basin.

Then he grabbed a mop to clean the floor.

With some resentment, he put more effort into his work.

The squeaking sound of friction reached Shen Qingqing’s ears, making her irritable, so she got up and went to the balcony.

Jiang Zhixun, accustomed to the army, considered orderly management a basic skill.

He was efficient at work.

In less than an hour, the house was cleaned spotlessly.

Only the sheets and quilt covers were not yet washed.

Fearing Shen Qingqing wouldn’t go back to the compound with him, Jiang Zhixun thought about it and moved her clothes from the wardrobe to the bathroom.

Including the underwear in the storage box, he didn’t leave anything out.

In those days, buying clothes required cloth coupons.

Some imported goods could be bought without coupons but needed more money.

So Shen Qingqing didn’t have many clothes, even though she was generous in spending on herself.

Altogether, she had no more than ten sets.

In this cold weather, washed clothes wouldn’t dry easily.

If she wanted to change clothes, she’d have to return to the compound with him!