After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?
Chapter 118: Keep cursing, love to hear it!

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Keep cursing, love to hear it!

The nurse was treating Jiang Zhixun’s wound.

It wasn’t deep, but given his special situation, it needed to be treated well to heal faster.

Elder Jiang didn’t want to scold anyone at this moment, nor did he want to see Jiang Zhixun’s infuriating face, so he just sat on the bench by the door.

Madam Jiang looked around and finally chose to stay by Elder Jiang’s side.

The recent unexpected situation might have affected Elder Jiang’s heart.

It was necessary to keep a close watch.

Shen Qingqing was pulled into the treatment room by Jiang Zhixun, standing not too far nor too close, not saying a word.

She kept her head down and looked obedient, like a well-behaved girl.

Jiang Zhixun found it increasingly strange.

With Shen Qingqing’s temperament, she might watch coldly or just leave.

But she wouldn’t obediently stand there waiting for him to treat his wound.

Being stared at by a man, Shen Qingqing felt extremely uncomfortable and couldn’t help but ask, "What are you looking at?"

She touched her face.

Could there be something on her face?

Jiang Zhixun didn’t speak, but continued to stare at Shen Qingqing, with a clear sense of inquiry in his eyes.

Shen Qingqing disliked being stared at.

She asked irritably, "Mr. Jiang, is this your idea of manners?"

Jiang Zhixun raised an eyebrow, looking completely indifferent, which didn’t match his usual demeanor.

"I’ve always been like this, you should know that."

Shen Qingqing frowned, wanting to say she really didn’t know, but felt arguing about it was pointless.

She simply shut her mouth and said nothing.

Her personality was gentle, a very quiet woman.

Jiang Zhixun was a bit dazed, always feeling that the current Shen Qingqing was a lot like when she first came to the courtyard.

"Qingqing, I..."

He wanted to apologize to her.

He also wanted to tell her that he had missed her a lot during this time.

Whenever he had free time, his mind would be filled with her, even dreaming of her at night.

In these past six months, Jiang Zhixun had lost count of the times he had washed the sheets.

Those sensuous dreams he dared not let Shen Qingqing know, feeling vaguely guilty.

Shen Qingqing didn’t wait for him to continue, glanced at the time, "I have things to do, after the bandage, you and Grandpa should go back."

Jiang Zhixun grabbed her hand again, his gaze dangerous, "Who are you going to meet? Is it that Doctor Zhou?"

Shen Qingqing was puzzled, "Do you know Doctor Zhou?"

"Doctor Zhou..."

Jiang Zhixun repeated the words, "So familiar? What’s your relationship?"

Shen Qingqing held back and held back, but couldn’t help it.

"What’s it to you?"

Her gentle temperament carried over even when she was mad, her expression was calm, not the least bit rude.

Her eyes opened slightly wider, as if trying to put on a show of strength.

Like a little cat bristling its fur.

Jiang Zhixun suddenly burst into laughter.

"Qingqing, say a few more words."

Shen Qingqing stepped back two steps, putting some distance between them, "Are you crazy!"

Jiang Zhixun felt satisfied.

"Good girl, keep cursing."

Shen Qingqing: "..."

To Jiang Zhixun, as long as Shen Qingqing wasn’t ignoring him, she could say whatever she wanted.

If she wasn’t satisfied with just cursing, she could hit him too.

During the New Year, Qingqing wouldn’t talk to him, and when she saw him, she’d treat him like air.

Obviously they both lived on the second floor of the courtyard, separated by just one wall, eating together every day, yet more estranged than strangers.

He’d experienced that once and didn’t want a second time.

Seeing that Shen Qingqing wanted to leave, Jiang Zhixun took the gauze from the nurse’s hands and quickly bandaged the wound.

He proactively reached to hold Shen Qingqing’s hand, "Have you eaten yet? Let’s go to the state-run restaurant first? Then we can go to the mall?"

He left the savings book with his mother, and the monthly allowance was all sent back.

He didn’t know if Qingqing used it.

Now that he’s in Beijing, he might as well buy her something.

Money, she wouldn’t accept.

But once something was bought, it couldn’t be returned.

Shen Qingqing found him inexplicable, avoiding Jiang Zhixun’s reaching hand.

"Mr. Jiang, men and women are different."

Jiang Zhixun didn’t force it.

They were divorced now, and if Shen Qingqing wanted to keep her distance, he could understand.

He touched the bandaged area, "My sleeve is torn, Miss Shen, shouldn’t you accompany me to buy a new one?"

Shen Qingqing frowned.

Why was this person always hovering around?

She took out a small leather wallet from her pocket and pulled out three large bills.

"Mr. Jiang, you saved me, I am very grateful, this should be enough to compensate for your clothes."

Jiang Zhixun’s expression changed somewhat, "You’re using money to dismiss me?"

Shen Qingqing lowered her gaze, staring at his bandage.

"Your clothes are torn, it’s only right to compensate you."

This wasn’t the outcome Jiang Zhixun wanted.

He wanted Shen Qingqing to feel sorry for his injury.

He also hoped Shen Qingqing would spend more time with him, even if they did nothing, just a walk down the street would suffice.

Instead of using money to brush him off!

His time was limited, and Jiang Zhixun didn’t want to ruin this rare meeting by arguing with Shen Qingqing.

He casually pocketed her wallet and slipped the three bills back in.

He waved the wallet, "I’ll keep this for you for now."

With that, he swiftly tucked it into his pants pocket.

Shen Qingqing panicked, "How can you do this?"

Without thinking, she reached for Jiang Zhixun’s pocket to retrieve her wallet.

The moment her hand went in, Shen Qingqing regretted it.

Frightened, she quickly withdrew her hand.

The result was even more regret!

If she was going to do it, she should have done it thoroughly!

Jiang Zhixun too was not in a much better state.

Even though there was a layer of cloth in between, the spot her hand touched felt as if it was on fire.

An odd sensation spread rapidly.

Jiang Zhixun awkwardly turned sideways, completely embarrassed.

He gave a fake cough, "Let’s go."

Shen Qingqing stared at his pocket, "Give it back to me."

"I was on the train for three days, I’m exhausted, come have a meal with me first."

Shen Qingqing: "Give it back!"

Jiang Zhixun kept talking, "After eating, we can go see a movie, Chen Shaojie has watched with you, I haven’t, it’s unfair."

Shen Qingqing: "Are you giving it back or not?"

Jiang Zhixun: "I will, but not now."

Shen Qingqing’s chest rose and fell several times.

Suddenly, she understood why she would forget about the man in front of her.

He really knew how to provoke her.

They’d only met for a few minutes, and she already had the urge to slap him.

The memories she’d forgotten must have plenty of similar incidents!

Ignoring her shyness, she reached to retrieve her wallet once more.

Jiang Zhixun dodged, knowing it would be awkward if she touched something improper.

With a teasing look, "Men and women are different, as you said."

Shen Qingqing got even angrier, "If you’re sick, go get your brain checked!"

Jiang Zhixun: "Keep cursing, I love hearing it!"

Elder Jiang tapped him on the back with his cane, "Seems like you’re itching for a beating! Love being hit too?"

Being hit in front of his wife, Jiang Zhixun was momentarily embarrassed.

He rubbed the tip of his nose, "Why haven’t you gone back yet?"

Elder Jiang sneered, "If I left, who knows how you’d bully Qingqing!"

Jiang Zhixun: "I haven’t."

Elder Jiang: "You think I’m deaf or blind?"

Jiang Zhixun confidently, "Don’t distort the truth."

They were building a relationship, not bullying!

Shen Qingqing took the opportunity to find support, "He took my wallet!"