After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?-Chapter 53 Reaching Consensus

Shen Qingqing moved her leg slightly—everything was normal.

Her right hand, too.

Although her left hand was immobilized and felt very uncomfortable, she comforted herself.

Luckily, her legs weren’t injured, or else she’d be unable to walk and would need help even to use the bathroom.

Shen Qingqing didn’t want to trouble others, especially Jiang Zhixun.

This trip to the Northwest had been fraught with difficulties, leaving Shen Qingqing deeply frustrated.

Her expression was weary, and she seemed entirely lacking in energy.

Sister-in-law Wang tried talking to her, but Shen Qingqing only nodded or shook her head, or occasionally gave a dispirited response—completely listless.

Seeing her weakened state, Jiang Zhixun felt a sting of guilt deep in his heart.

If he had agreed to the divorce earlier, or gone to see Shen Qingqing as soon as he’d returned, she wouldn’t have had to endure such suffering.

His avoidance had once again caused Shen Qingqing harm—what right did he have to forcibly hold her back any longer?

The angular line of his jaw became increasingly distinct—always a telltale sign of Jiang Zhixun’s emotional tension.

Sister-in-law Wang gave him a meaningful look, urging him to say some comforting words to Shen Qingqing.

When a patient is emotionally low, they most need the companionship and encouragement of family and friends.

If he didn’t seize this moment to show his care, then when would he?

Jiang Zhixun unconsciously rubbed his hand hanging at his side.

He wanted to speak, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, making him unable to produce a sound. The blockage left him stifled and uncomfortable.

It was a long time before the feeling gradually dissipated.

Jiang Zhixun said, "I agree to the divorce. Focus on recovering from your injury. Don’t leave the hospital without permission." frёeωebɳovel.com

He was truly afraid now.

Afraid that if he continued to reject the divorce, Shen Qingqing would harm her health again.

Once she was discharged, he’d be taking some vacation days. By then, they could return to Beijing together.

Sister-in-law Wang hadn’t expected Jiang Zhixun’s first words to be an agreement to divorce.

She tried to persuade him, "Xiao Shen is still hurt—this is the time when she needs your care the most. Bringing up divorce now—what are you thinking?"

But divorce was exactly what Shen Qingqing wanted.

If he didn’t give his approval, she wouldn’t be at ease enough to focus on recovery.

Those years of living together hadn’t been entirely meaningless—Jiang Zhixun still understood Shen Qingqing’s temperament reasonably well.

He didn’t want her to suffer any further.

As long as she could recuperate peacefully, stay here without making further plans for something else—the divorce could go ahead.

Though deep down, he didn’t truly want it, he’d reached the point where he had no choice.

For now, he would calm Shen Qingqing down.

Just like he had thought before—divorces could lead to remarriages.

He didn’t need a marriage certificate in hand to start honestly showing his care.

Set aside the past grievances, and begin anew!

Jiang Zhixun’s expression was serious. "I agree to the divorce. I won’t avoid it anymore, and I won’t change my mind. If you don’t trust me, I can file the application first thing tomorrow."

Sister-in-law Wang became flustered, "Xiao Jiang, are you serious? Once you pull the bowstring, there’s no turning back! Right now, you can still take it slow, but if you divorce, then there will be no connection left between you!"

Jiang Zhixun gave a soft "Hmm."

Even though the marriage bond might dissolve, their situation was unique—it wouldn’t be like others who ceased all contact after a divorce.

At the very least, during holidays, she would come back to the compound.

There would still be opportunities for them to start over. This time, he would treat Shen Qingqing well and seriously become her partner.

If there were truly irreconcilable issues between Shen Qingqing and Jiang Zhixun, Sister-in-law Wang wouldn’t press the matter too much.

But at this moment, she still felt compelled to try persuading them again.

Her attempt, however, was cut off by Jiang Zhixun, "I’ve already decided—this time, I won’t go back on my word."

Finally, Shen Qingqing turned her gaze toward Jiang Zhixun. Those cold, indifferent eyes gradually gained a trace of warmth.

Facing her gaze, Jiang Zhixun inexplicably felt tense—even his breath became cautious and restrained.

Expressionless, he met Shen Qingqing’s stare, though only he knew how tumultuous his inner emotions were at this moment.

Shen Qingqing didn’t ask anything; she only said, "Write the application tonight."

"Alright."

Jiang Zhixun lowered his head, hiding the despondency in his eyes.

Maybe he was truly inept—otherwise, why would Shen Qingqing feel no trace of softening toward him?

Shen Qingqing stared at Jiang Zhixun for several seconds, as if confirming that he wasn’t trying to placate her. The tightly wound tension within her body suddenly eased.

The iciness in her gaze dissolved little by little, gradually reverting to the gentleness Jiang Zhixun remembered.

Obedient.

And soft-spoken.

Now that the two of them had reached an agreement, Sister-in-law Wang found herself unsure whom she should be advising.

With a helpless sigh, she said, "Marriage isn’t child’s play. Before the divorce is finalized, think it through carefully again."

Shen Qingqing curled her lips into a faint smile.

"Precisely because it’s not child’s play, I don’t want to keep dragging it out. Sister-in-law, I’ve thought it all through—there’s no need to persuade me further."

If a relationship only brought her feelings of grievance and sorrow...

What reason was there to persist?

A clean break was better for both of them.

The purpose of coming on this trip had been partially fulfilled—despite her serious injuries, Shen Qingqing felt her mood was still okay.

Sister-in-law Wang looked between Shen Qingqing and Jiang Zhixun.

One seemed relaxed, the other tense.

It was clear which of the two cared more.

But since Jiang Zhixun had already agreed to the divorce, any further persuasion from Sister-in-law Wang would be futile.

Nowadays, marriage was a matter of personal freedom—she couldn’t forcibly bind two young people together.

They were adults; they’d know what to do.

She had said her piece—so be it.

"Xiao Jiang, didn’t you bring food for Xiao Shen? Go ask the doctor if she can eat yet, and if she can, feed her a little."

Shen Qingqing didn’t want to eat. "I’d like to sleep a little more."

Her words weren’t just polite.

The effects of the anesthesia hadn’t entirely worn off—she had only woken up for a few minutes and was already beginning to feel drowsy again.

Seeing Shen Qingqing’s frail and powerless appearance, Sister-in-law Wang couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity.

She quickly reassured her, "Then rest a little more. Don’t worry about us—getting better is the most important thing right now."

Then she said to Jiang Zhixun, "You should go back and grab a jacket. I’ll keep an eye on Xiao Shen here, and once you’re back, I’ll head home."

Hearing this, Shen Qingqing unconsciously glanced at Jiang Zhixun and realized he was only wearing a thin shirt.

The topmost button was undone, and the sleeves were rolled up, exposing his muscular forearms—quite out of character for his usual meticulous demeanor.

Shen Qingqing pressed her lips together. "Write the application first and then come back. The nurses here can help take care of me."

Her legs worked; her right hand could move. For Shen Qingqing, the situation wasn’t too dire.

Back in Beijing, she’d lived alone in an apartment, handling everything herself.

Changing lightbulbs. Fixing bathroom pipes. Hauling essential supplies home...

She had grown accustomed to living independently. The challenges she faced now were merely temporary.

She had money—and if worse came to worst, she could hire help. She didn’t necessarily have to rely on anyone else.

Jiang Zhixun had thought Shen Qingqing would feel concerned for him, but instead, it was still the divorce she had on her mind.

He suddenly felt dejected.

But he didn’t dare let his irritation show, fearing it might anger Shen Qingqing again.

Saying nothing, he turned and walked out.

His tall figure seemed weighed down by gloom—there was a faint sense of pitifulness to his posture.

Shen Qingqing deliberately turned her gaze away, refusing to let herself be swayed by him.

Since she had decided on divorce, she should sever things cleanly.

Whether he was cold, or in a bad mood...

It had nothing to do with her anymore.