After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?-Chapter 66: Don’t Make It Difficult for Qingqing

Madam Jiang and Father Jiang were talking in the kitchen, but their attention was actually upstairs.

Seeing that the young couple hadn’t come downstairs for a long time, Madam Jiang felt a mix of happiness and worry.

On the one hand, she thought that if the two could have some time alone, it might help them rekindle their feelings for each other.

If something happened, maybe they wouldn’t go through with the divorce.

After all, the saying goes: fight at the head of the bed, make up at the other end...

On the other hand, she feared they might be arguing upstairs.

Madam Jiang’s emotions were in complete turmoil.

As she dropped the dumplings into the pot, she said to Father Jiang, "Go to the living room and listen to see if they’re arguing."

Father Jiang would have none of it.

"Sneaking around like that, what kind of person would that make me?"

Madam Jiang clicked her tongue. "You’ve got good ears. Just go listen. This is about caring for the children, not sneaking around."

At a time like this, if he acted deaf and dumb, wouldn’t it be like watching the couple drift further apart without doing anything?

But Father Jiang was still unwilling. "If you want to listen, go do it yourself. If you get caught, it’ll be your embarrassment, not mine."

Madam Jiang was so angry she lifted the skimmer in her hand, itching to knock it on his head.

"I told you to go, so go!"

Father Jiang stood his ground. "No."

"What kind of father are you, not caring at all even when your kids are about to get divorced!"

"If I didn’t care, would I have made a point to pick Qingqing up?"

Based on Father Jiang’s understanding of Shen Qingqing, if the elders hadn’t stepped in, she definitely wouldn’t have returned to the compound before getting the divorce certificate. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Earlier, the young couple had been standing by the roadside, both looking unhappy. Probably Qingqing wanted to leave, and Zhixun wasn’t agreeing.

If he hadn’t arrived in time, things might have gotten out of hand.

Thinking about their situation, Father Jiang also felt a headache and couldn’t help but sigh deeply.

He’d lived over fifty years and had seen all kinds of storms.

When encountering problems, no matter how tricky, the way forward was just to focus on solving them.

But now, he had no idea what to do at all.

He had already tried persuading them.

He couldn’t rely on the old ways of forcing the two of them to stay together anymore.

"It’s all Jiang Zhixun’s fault—he brought this on himself," Father Jiang said through gritted teeth.

Madam Jiang, protective as ever, responded, "It takes two to tango. Why are you just blaming him?"

"Once you’re married, you’ve got to take responsibility! If he runs away from problems, he’s in the wrong!"

Madam Jiang’s reasoning wasn’t entirely sound, but her anger was indomitable.

"What he’s doing isn’t wrong either. Letting both sides cool off a bit is better than staying at home fighting all the time, making life unbearable for everyone."

Glancing at his wife, Father Jiang spoke in a faint voice, "So, I’ve agreed to their divorce. Don’t worry—afterward, there’ll be no more quarrels bothering you."

"Divorce?! Even if you agree, it doesn’t matter. I will never give my consent in this lifetime!"

With those words, she brought her palm down on Father Jiang’s back.

Father Jiang quickly turned his head to look. At his age, his wife was still "hitting" him.

If the younger ones saw this, how could he maintain his dignity as a father?

He said sternly, "If you want to talk, just talk. Don’t get physical."

But Madam Jiang wasn’t cowed.

She warned in a low voice, "If you dare push them towards divorce, I won’t be done with you!"

Father Jiang corrected her, "I’m not the one pushing for divorce. It’s Qingqing and Zhixun who’ve come to an agreement. Their application has already been approved."

"I don’t care. As long as they haven’t gotten the divorce certificate, it doesn’t count as a real divorce."

Father Jiang didn’t want the young couple to divorce either.

But now, with marriage being a matter of personal freedom, if the younger generation insisted on leaving each other, the elders couldn’t keep stopping them forever.

"He’s twenty-eight years old. He’s not a child. He knows what he’s doing."

In Madam Jiang’s heart, it didn’t matter if her son was twenty-eight or eighty-two; he would always be her child.

"Well, I disagree. If they really get divorced, they’ll regret it later."

"Then let them regret it later."

If they did regret it, they could always remarry.

If they didn’t regret it, then they’d live their separate lives, which would still be better than the cold, distant way they were living before, as if they were strangers.

But Madam Jiang just couldn’t accept her son and daughter-in-law getting divorced.

She said irritably, "If they really get divorced, the moment they step out the door, everyone will start gossiping about the reasons they broke up. Let’s see if you feel ashamed then."

"Why should I feel ashamed? It’s not like they did anything illegal."

Madam Jiang felt Father Jiang was just missing something in his head.

Even if it wasn’t illegal, divorce wasn’t something to be proud of.

She had lived this long and had rarely seen people get divorced.

Not wanting to argue any further, Madam Jiang huffed. "No matter what, I won’t agree."

Father Jiang sighed. The kids were grown up now; what difference would their objection make?

"Don’t make things hard for Qingqing, or else she’ll be even less willing to come home in the future."

Hearing this, Madam Jiang also felt wronged.

From the moment Shen Qingqing married into the Jiang Family, she’d never failed to take care of her, whether it was food, drink, or daily needs.

Knowing that young women liked to look pretty, she never let Qingqing lack for fancy dresses or snow cream.

Even outsiders said she treated Shen Qingqing like her own daughter.

This time, when the young couple came home, the first thing Madam Jiang thought about was Qingqing’s favorite foods.

She made dumplings with her favorite pork and cabbage filling.

She even made chicken soup to help her recover.

Over the years, Madam Jiang felt she’d done everything she could.

The only time she ever pressured Shen Qingqing was when she urged her to accompany Zhixun to the Northwest with the army.

But even then, she compromised later.

She told Qingqing to visit for a short while, have a child, and return to the compound to raise the baby.

If Qingqing wanted to keep working, she was free to do so.

But even such a small request, Shen Qingqing hadn’t agreed to.

And look where they were now—divorce.

Madam Jiang felt terribly wronged.

She didn’t even care about having a grandchild anymore—she just wanted the young couple to live a good life together.

"I’ll allow her to do whatever she wants, except divorce," Madam Jiang said firmly.

Seeing how stubborn his wife was, Father Jiang could only sigh again.

It was Qingqing and Zhixun who were living this life together.

No matter what they said, it didn’t matter.

Madam Jiang, still seething, stirred the dumplings in the pot vigorously with the skimmer.

Worried she might burn herself, Father Jiang quickly took the skimmer from her hand.

"I’ll do it," he said.

Madam Jiang immediately let go, leaving the task to Father Jiang.

Under her breath, she muttered, "This is just so exhausting!"

If she had known things would turn out this way, she never would have agreed to Qingqing and Zhixun marrying in the first place.

As someone who’d been through it all, Madam Jiang could tell clearly that her son didn’t have the kind of romantic feelings a man should have for Shen Qingqing.

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t just Shen Qingqing—he didn’t have that kind of feeling for any woman.

If left to his own devices to find someone, he might’ve been a bachelor for life.

Madam Jiang had always thought Shen Qingqing was an excellent young woman.

Beautiful.

Well-educated.

From a family they knew well. Marrying her to her son was a great choice.

So three years ago, when they got married, Madam Jiang had put in a lot of effort.

Besides the "three rounds and a click," she also bought them a new sofa set, pairing it with a small coffee table arranged in their wedding room upstairs.

But she never imagined things would end up like this.

Madam Jiang’s expression grew resolute. She decided to delay things for now. With more time together, maybe they’d change their minds.

Now that Qingqing was injured, and there was no servant at home, she decided to make Zhixun take care of her himself.