After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?-Chapter 64 Obedience to Orders

Jiang Zhixun’s apology was perfunctory, but the nervousness in his eyes was impossible to conceal.

Not getting a response from Shen Qingqing, he turned to his father to complain.

"She’s been bullying me these past few days. When I talk to her, she won’t even respond. Don’t just scold me, say something to her too."

Because he lacked confidence, his words had an inexplicable hint of bravado.

Father Jiang shot him a cold glance, "Shut your mouth."

With no one taking his side, Jiang Zhixun tightened his coat, crossed his arms, and leaned lazily against his seat.

No longer feigning sleep, he stared straight ahead, his gaze intermittently flicking to the rear-view mirror.

He wanted to say something to Shen Qingqing, but he genuinely didn’t know where to start, so he kept silent.

Father Jiang’s expression was stern.

Deep down, he didn’t want his son to miss out on such a good girl.

But looking at them now, Qingqing and Zhixun together meant either he neglected her or subjected her to cold sarcasm.

Was this any way to live a decent life?

Shen Qingqing had come to the courtyard at fifteen, and her father was close friends with Father Jiang.

In Father Jiang’s eyes, she had long been considered a part of their family.

When a family member was wronged, as an elder, how could he keep telling her to endure it silently? That wouldn’t make sense.

Father Jiang was decisive and particularly disliked dragging things out.

He asked Shen Qingqing, "Are you sure about this?"

Shen Qingqing nodded.

"I’m sure."

She had made up her mind before heading to the Northwest. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

After experiencing Jiang Zhixun’s terrible attitude, her resolve to divorce became even firmer.

In her line of sight, the man sitting diagonally in front of her looked even colder, like a block of ice radiating chills.

Shen Qingqing curled her lips in mockery. He was unwilling to get married, and now he was unhappy about getting divorced.

Was Jiang Zhixun simply hard to please?

Or was he exacting revenge on her?

Father Jiang fell silent for a few seconds, "I respect your decision."

Noticing his son’s suddenly rigid posture, he decisively said, "Tomorrow, you’ll go and get the paperwork done. Once it’s settled, you can have a peaceful New Year."

Dragging it out only made Qingqing suffer.

Father Jiang didn’t want to make her endure any longer.

Shen Qingqing’s expression finally showed some emotion. As long as the elders weren’t interfering, this marriage could definitely end!

Each of them fell into their own thoughts, and no one said a word as they returned to the courtyard.

The courtyard had strict security measures, with soldiers standing guard at the entrance.

Everyone passing through had to have their identity checked; ordinary people couldn’t enter casually.

Seeing Father Jiang, the guards stood at attention and saluted.

The car slowly drove into the courtyard, eventually stopping outside a standalone house.

As soon as it stopped, Jiang Zhixun impatiently pushed open the car door.

It seemed he didn’t want to spend another minute in the same car as Shen Qingqing.

With a cold expression, he took out the luggage from the trunk and entered the house ahead of everyone else.

Hearing the sound of the car, Madam Jiang came out of the house.

She was holding a rolling pin in her hands.

Knowing that Shen Qingqing liked buns and dumplings, she had calculated the dates and prepared the meat ahead of time. Right then, she was in the middle of making dumplings.

There was also chicken soup simmering in the kitchen.

Partly to welcome the young couple home.

And partly because Shen Qingqing had been injured, Madam Jiang wanted her to have something nourishing to recover.

Seeing her son at that moment, Madam Jiang’s eyes suddenly turned red, glistening with unshed tears.

It had been three years.

He had gotten darker and thinner.

"You insolent boy! You haven’t come home in three years. If Qingqing hadn’t gone looking for you, were you planning to never come back?"

Madam Jiang raised the rolling pin, pretending to hit Jiang Zhixun.

But in the end, she only tapped him lightly.

Half-heartedly saying, "It’s not that I can’t bear to punish you; I’m just afraid of hurting you and affecting your flying!"

Jiang Zhixun’s sharp eyes immediately caught the redness in his mother’s gaze.

His heart felt heavy.

For the past three years, his actions had hurt not only Shen Qingqing.

While he had vented his frustrations, others had sustained different kinds of wounds.

Jiang Zhixun felt increasingly guilty.

"Mom, I’m fine."

Madam Jiang fought back her tears, "You only know how to deliver good news, never bad! Do you have any idea how much I’ve worried about you these past three years? I couldn’t eat well or sleep well, yet you managed not to come home for three whole years? How could you be so heartless?"

Jiang Zhixun knew he had been wrong.

At this moment, he accepted being scolded and hit without protest.

"From now on, I’ll come home every year for visitation. You should take care of yourself, eat well, and drink well."

Madam Jiang exploded immediately, "What do you mean? You haven’t applied to move back to Beijing yet?"

When Qingqing had just arrived in the Northwest, this rascal had called home and promised to live well with Qingqing.

Now he was talking about yearly visits, which sounded as if he planned to settle permanently in the Northwest.

Madam Jiang was agitated.

"You better explain clearly—what exactly do you mean?"

Initially, Jiang Zhixun hadn’t planned to return to Beijing.

But then he wanted to make things right with Shen Qingqing and didn’t want to live apart anymore.

So, he had intended to apply to relocate to Beijing.

However, his superiors had said there was an important mission assigned to him, and for the next few years, he couldn’t transfer back to Beijing.

Once the task was complete, if he still wanted to return, he could apply again.

The education Jiang Zhixun had received since childhood made obedience to orders deeply ingrained in him.

As long as the organization needed him, he wouldn’t hesitate in the slightest.

"It’s not the right time yet."

Madam Jiang pressed, "How long until it’s the right time?"

"Maybe a few years."

Madam Jiang felt dizzy upon hearing this, "Why don’t you just say you won’t come back for the rest of your life!"

This path was his own choice, and Jiang Zhixun had to bear the consequences.

Even though he was being scolded, he didn’t argue back.

Touching the tip of his nose, he said, "A few years will pass in the blink of an eye; don’t worry."

Madam Jiang felt a deep sense of frustration, a mix of disappointment and anger.

She wasn’t particularly anxious.

After all, her son was accomplished. No matter where he shone, she could understand.

But now his marriage was on the brink of collapse. If he couldn’t return to Beijing, the likelihood of salvaging it was slim!

"Why aren’t you coming back? Is it because your superiors won’t let you, or is there another reason?"

Father Jiang and Shen Qingqing entered from outside, overhearing this. Father Jiang said sternly, "If he wants to come back, let him. Stop asking so many questions."

Madam Jiang had long gotten used to her husband’s special line of work, where she rarely inquired about his affairs.

She also realized her questioning was out of line, and she didn’t continue pressing, so as not to make her son uncomfortable.

She glanced at the luggage in Jiang Zhixun’s hand, "Take it upstairs quickly; I’ve cleaned up the room for you two. After dinner, you can go back to your room and rest."

Then she took Shen Qingqing’s hand.

"Zhixun mentioned you were in a car accident—we were terrified. If it weren’t for your father and me stopping him, Grandpa would have gone to the Northwest to bring you back."

Shen Qingqing pressed her lips together, "Sorry for worrying you."

"If you don’t want us to worry, take care of yourself and recover well. Stop thinking about unnecessary things."

Father Jiang cleared his throat, "After sitting on a train for so long, even someone made of steel would feel exhausted. Stop nagging and let them eat first. After dinner, let them rest in their room. You can speak when they’ve recuperated."

Madam Jiang was indeed talkative, often sharp-tongued but soft-hearted.

Seeing Shen Qingqing’s arm wrapped up, she couldn’t hide the tenderness in her gaze.

"It takes one hundred days to heal from an injury. You must recover properly and put everything else aside."