After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?-Chapter 97 Can’t Reveal Privacy

Qin Wenqiang was very efficient.

The next day, Jiang Zhixun indeed received the information he wanted.

"Zhou Hansheng, male, twenty-five years old, unmarried, an orthopedic doctor. He probably met Qingqing two years ago."

"I asked around. The day they met just happened to be Qingqing’s birthday. The editor-in-chief invited translators from the publishing house over to their home to make dumplings."

Shen Qingqing’s birthday...

In these three years, he had never taken the initiative to contact Shen Qingqing, let alone given her a birthday gift or said happy birthday.

Realizing how much he had missed, Jiang Zhixun suddenly found it hard to breathe.

He tugged at his collar, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt, revealing the sharp lines of his neck.

But his heart still felt heavy and stifled.

He couldn’t help but wonder—what was Shen Qingqing’s state of mind on that day?

Did she wait expectantly for his call or letter?

"What else did you find out?"

Qin Wenqiang feigned ignorance. "What else do you want me to dig up?"

Jiang Zhixun had to spell it out more plainly. "What kind of person is he? Does he have any special female companions?"

Qin Wenqiang mocked him, "Definitely not as many as the women chasing after you. Qingqing could tolerate leaving you in the Northwest for three years. I’m afraid the day you left, she was already considering divorce."

That comment cut even deeper into Jiang Zhixun.

"She used to call me often, even wrote letters..."

"That’s why, when you got divorced, Qingqing wasn’t sad at all. When she was doing those things, she was already saying goodbye to you, step by step."

Three years was enough for her to adjust her emotions and face divorce calmly.

Unlike Zhixun, who was blindsided by the divorce and had no idea how long it would take to come to terms with it.

When Qin Wenqiang thought about the grievances Shen Qingqing had endured over the past three years, he actually wished for Jiang Zhixun to suffer a little more.

"Zhou Hansheng is decent enough. He’s fully dedicated to his career and hasn’t been in a relationship. If Qingqing wanted to remarry, he wouldn’t be a bad choice."

This time, Jiang Zhixun didn’t argue back. He knew Qin Wenqiang was deliberately provoking him.

After a few seconds of silence, he hung up the phone.

It was too unusual.

Qin Wenqiang suddenly felt a bit regretful, thinking he shouldn’t have struck at Jiang Zhixun again and again.

What had already happened should have been handled by helping them reconcile their problems.

Back when Qingqing chose to marry Zhixun, the meaning behind that decision was clear to him.

Now that they were divorced, it wasn’t necessarily true that all feelings had disappeared.

Qin Wenqiang thought about meeting Shen Qingqing in person.

To ask about her medical treatment—if there was a need, he could help find a specialist.

But he couldn’t find a suitable excuse.

In the end, on the fifteenth day of the New Year, he paid a visit to the Jiang Family home. He brought his wife, his child, a bag of apples, and a bag of eggs.

Shen Qingqing was indeed there. When they arrived, she was in the kitchen talking with Madam Jiang.

Qin Wenqiang and Jiang Zhixun were good friends, and in Madam Jiang’s eyes, he was like a boy she had watched grow up. Her feelings for him were just as deep.

She wiped her hands as she came out, greeting them and inviting them to sit in the living room and have tea.

"Why didn’t you let me know you were coming, you rascal? I could’ve bought more groceries."

Qin Wenqiang’s family also originally lived in the military courtyard.

But after he started working, his workplace assigned them housing. So his family of three no longer lived in the courtyard.

"My mom’s cooking at home. When we heard Qingqing was back, we thought we’d come by for a visit."

"Don’t go. Stay here for dinner. Call your parents too. The more, the merrier."

Qin Wenqiang smiled. "We’ve got guests at home. Another time, we’ll come over to mooch dinner again."

"You’re all so busy. It’s hard enough to get a proper meal together with you."

Madam Jiang complained as she took Qin Wenqiang’s child into her arms, her eyes brimming with unconcealed envy.

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With some effort, it wasn’t impossible they could’ve had two kids within three years.

Now they were divorced, and she didn’t even know if reconciliation was possible.

Her hopes of holding a grandchild might have to wait several more years.

Shen Qingqing was there for a follow-up hospital visit. Her left hand was no longer in a sling. She was wearing a coat, so nothing seemed unusual.

But Qin Wenqiang knew she had been in a car accident, and with a single glance, he could tell her left hand looked somewhat stiff and unnatural.

"I heard from Zhixun that you were seriously injured. Does it still hurt?"

Shen Qingqing shook her head. "It doesn’t hurt anymore."

Maybe it was the three years of estrangement, but their relationship now felt distant, neither knowing what to say to the other.

In the past, they had been close friends in the courtyard.

To break the awkward tension, Qin Wenqiang directly sold out Jiang Zhixun.

Half-joking, half-serious, he said, "I saw you at the hospital once before and mentioned it to Zhixun. He was so worried he insisted I find out just how serious your condition was. Then I got busy and forgot. When I heard you’d returned to the courtyard, I came right over to ask."

Shen Qingqing’s gaze was skeptical.

She used to think the same way—maybe someone had run into her at the hospital and then told Jiang Zhixun about it.

But now she didn’t think so anymore.

Realizing that Jiang Zhixun had Qin Wenqiang investigate her, Shen Qingqing’s previously calm heart felt as though a stone had been thrown into it, sending ripples outward.

She genuinely didn’t understand Jiang Zhixun.

Why did he always do things that embarrassed others?

Noticing the subtle shift in Shen Qingqing’s emotions, Qin Wenqiang hurriedly added, "Hospitals have rules; they can’t disclose patient information. Don’t worry."

If she had only speculated before, she now had her answer.

No wonder Jiang Zhixun had been so easily bluffed. It turned out he knew she had seen a psychologist but hadn’t bothered to learn the specifics.

Father Jiang had found a doctor for Shen Qingqing, so her condition couldn’t be concealed.

Anyway, the divorce papers were already signed. Whatever Jiang Zhixun tried to stir up was pointless now.

Shen Qingqing comforted herself with this thought, managing to steady her emotions.

"It’s just stress, Brother Wenqiang. There’s no need to worry."

Qin Wenqiang rubbed his fingers together, thinking she wasn’t being completely truthful.

"I know some great doctors. How about tomorrow, my wife and I go with you to have a look?"

Qin Wenqiang’s wife, Lin Yi, chimed in, "I’m off work tomorrow. I can go with you."

Lin Yi was straightforward in her approach, and Shen Qingqing could tell she wasn’t just offering out of politeness.

"Uncle Jiang has already made an appointment for me. Auntie will go with me at that time."

Qin Wenqiang and Lin Yi exchanged a look.

Even her manner of addressing them had changed—this situation was clearly serious.

If not for the Jiang Family’s sense of obligation toward her, Shen Qingqing definitely wouldn’t have come back to the courtyard.

Shen Qingqing’s state seemed fine at first glance, and Qin Wenqiang felt slightly relieved.

The doctor Father Jiang had arranged would definitely be a professional.

He couldn’t offer much help anyway, nor could he say too much for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.

After sitting for half an hour, Qin Wenqiang prepared to leave.

Madam Jiang tried to stop him, insisting they stay for dinner. "Your family already has guests, so it won’t be lonely. Let them stay and eat with your parents. Our house... without Zhixun here, and if Qingqing didn’t come back, there’d be no festive spirit at all."

"I’ll come visit again next time I have a day off."

"When is next time? Just stay today!"

"..."

During their polite back-and-forth, Shen Qingqing slipped a small red envelope to Qin Wenqiang’s child.

It wasn’t much money, just two yuan.

But it was for good luck.

Qin Wenqiang had helped her a lot in the past. Even this time, he specifically came to ask about her situation.

Despite the fact that he was friends with Jiang Zhixun, Shen Qingqing couldn’t bring herself to be angry at him.

In her heart, Qin Wenqiang had always been like an older brother to her.