After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?-Chapter 50: Wishing Shen Qingqing Well

Shen Qingqing carried her suitcase downstairs, while Comrade Li looked puzzled, "Miss Shen, where are you headed?"

Shen Qingqing tugged at the corners of her mouth, trying hard to raise a faint, indifferent smile.

"Back to Beijing."

When the application is approved, they would have to return to Beijing to get their divorce certificate.

Shen Qingqing didn’t want to stay here anymore.

Whether or not she finds Jiang Zhixun in the county town, she must leave.

If Jiang Zhixun agrees to the divorce, she will wait for the news in Beijing.

If he continues to avoid it, then she’ll have the elders force him to nod.

As for whether Jiang Zhixun will misunderstand her actions, she no longer cared.

Three years ago, Jiang Zhixun already thought she was manipulative, colluding with the elders to force him to do things against his will.

In that case, she might as well confirm his evaluation.

Persuading the elders might take time, but it’s better than getting entangled with Jiang Zhixun.

She was truly exhausted!

"Why so sudden, I thought you would wait for Captain Jiang’s leave and return to Beijing together with him."

Comrade Li spoke, wanting to help Shen Qingqing with her suitcase, "Captain Jiang mentioned you injured your shoulder before, are you sure you can handle something this heavy?"

Shen Qingqing thanked Comrade Li for the kind gesture, "It’s long healed, I can manage on my own."

Seeing her natural grip on the suitcase, Comrade Li did not insist on helping.

Quickly, Comrade Li handled Shen Qingqing’s checkout procedures.

"It’s getting late now, Miss Shen, you have to hurry up, or you’ll miss the last bus to the county town."

Shen Qingqing had been to the county town once before and knew where to catch the bus.

She had braved the snow when she arrived.

Even though the snow had stopped when she left, the weather was still terribly cold.

Even wearing a heavy coat and wrapped in a scarf, she still felt enveloped in icy cold.

With one hand on the suitcase and the other in her coat pocket, Shen Qingqing left the guesthouse without looking back.

Unlike the chaotic and anxious mood upon her arrival, she now felt calm inside.

All her hesitation and inner turmoil were gone.

Perhaps she should not have come at all.

A phone call to Jiang Zhixun about the divorce would have been more time-efficient and less troublesome.

Shen Qingqing smiled self-mockingly.

It turned out that she was the only one who thought that even a divorce should end with dignity.

This time coming to the Northwest, she had brought sincerity and also apologized for past matters.

As long as Jiang Zhixun agreed to the divorce, she would agree to any conditions.

Unfortunately, it was all just wishful thinking on her part.

Shen Qingqing pulled up her scarf, covering the lower half of her face.

What else could she do to ease Jiang Zhixun’s anger?

No one could answer that question for her.

Nor did she want to think deeply about it anymore.

Shen Qingqing got on the bus heading to the county town, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally, despite having done nothing for the past few days.

She closed her eyes, leaning against the backrest, driving away all those jumbled thoughts.

This place, she would never come back to again.

Along the winding mountain roads, two vehicles passed each other.

Jiang Zhixun hurried back without even eating.

After being on a mission for ten days, he knew without a doubt that Shen Qingqing would be very angry.

He didn’t care about saving face.

This time, no matter how Shen Qingqing reacted, he would coax her.

He wanted her to agree to spend some time with him and decide whether to divorce after the New Year.

Jiang Zhixun brought his belongings to the guesthouse, only to be told Shen Qingqing had already checked out and left.

"Miss Shen said she was going back to Beijing."

Jiang Zhixun’s mind went blank, wasn’t she the one who wanted a divorce, everything was unresolved, why leave suddenly?

During his absence, she stayed obediently at the guesthouse, going nowhere.

Why did she leave as soon as he returned?

Not to the county town to see him.

But back to Beijing...

Jiang Zhixun wasn’t so naive as to think that Shen Qingqing decided against the divorce.

If that were the case, she would have stayed.

Things had spiraled out of control, and Jiang Zhixun’s heart sank uncontrollably.

His grip tightened on the items in his hand, his voice hoarse, "Did she leave any message?"

Comrade Li shook his head, "She said nothing, Miss Shen checked out and left."

Leaving the guesthouse in a daze.

Standing under a bare tree, Jiang Zhixun suddenly didn’t know where to go.

At this time, if he headed to the train station to chase after Shen Qingqing, he’d surely make it in time.

But what then?

Forcibly bring her back?

Jiang Zhixun had always been decisive in his actions, but with Shen Qingqing, with this marriage, he became unlike himself.

Reflecting on recent events, it seemed every step was a mistake.

Jiang Zhixun’s expression turned bewildered.

So now, what exactly should he do?

Shouldn’t he just let Shen Qingqing go to Beijing if that’s what she wanted?

Looking down at the items in his hands, Jiang Zhixun’s feelings grew ever more complicated.

Why was it so hard for him to treat Shen Qingqing better?

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When the dispatcher found him at the dorm, saying Shen Qingqing was in a car accident, Jiang Zhixun’s mind buzzed, losing all capacity for thought.

Unfamiliar fear surged up from his heart, swift and overwhelming, as if intent on drowning him.

Jiang Zhixun’s breathing became heavy.

He forced himself to calm down, "What happened?"

"The road was icy, there was a rollover, Miss Shen was taken to the military hospital."

"How’s her condition?"

"They didn’t say over the phone, Captain Jiang, you’d better go see for yourself."

The latter part was not even finished before the stern-faced man had disappeared from view.

In such cold weather, he was only wearing a shirt, having forgotten his coat.

In over twenty years of life, Jiang Zhixun had weathered many storms, even life-and-death crises.

But he had never felt afraid.

But now, he was truly scared.

Afraid that Shen Qingqing was hurt, more so that she might have been in a fatal accident.

Her parents had died in a car accident, if she too were to...

The cold, stern face was filled with panic, unable to bear thinking further.

He kept telling himself, Shen Qingqing would be okay.

She would be fine.

Without seeing her, he could not be at ease; Jiang Zhixun could only run faster, and faster.

He thought he detested this "arranged marriage."

But right now, all Jiang Zhixun could recall were the harmonious moments shared with Shen Qingqing.

They shouldn’t have ended up like this.

It was his fault!

Bringing with him the chill, Jiang Zhixun rushed into the hospital.

He was a prominent figure in the military district, and almost all the hospital’s doctors and nurses recognized him.

When Shen Qingqing first came to the Northwest, she had been to the hospital for an IV, everyone knew she was Jiang Zhixun’s wife.

Seeing Jiang Zhixun, someone pointed him in a direction, "Miss Shen’s condition is quite serious; she’s in surgery."

Jiang Zhixun’s legs went weak, nearly unable to walk.

The heartbeat in his chest turned erratic, pounding in his ears, one beat after another.

He struggled to the door of the operating room; the surgery was still ongoing, and he couldn’t see inside.

The hallway was very quiet, very cold.

Shen Qingqing had no family or friends here; if he didn’t come, she’d have to undergo surgery alone and recover alone.

There was a crack in Jiang Zhixun’s tense expression. freewёbnoνel.com

In Beijing, she went to the hospital alone and had no one to accompany her.

What had she been thinking then?

Did she feel aggrieved?

Imagining her desolate and helpless appearance, Jiang Zhixun’s heart felt like it was pierced by a needle.

His hand, hanging by his side, clenched tightly.

As long as Shen Qingqing was okay, he wouldn’t argue with her again.

He would listen to whatever she said!