After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?
Chapter 126 Shen Qingqing, See You Next Time

Chapter 126: Chapter 126 Shen Qingqing, See You Next Time

Jiang Zhixun packed his things away, and even though he was reluctant, he left Shen Qingqing’s house.

Although there was still plenty of time before the train departed, he understood Shen Qingqing’s temperament.

Staying any longer would do him no good.

Jiang Zhixun had never dated before, but he had crammed some techniques for wooing women over the past few months.

There needs to be a balance between ease and tension, otherwise things could go bad!

Once he left, Shen Qingqing hurried to close the door.

Then she walked to the balcony and had a look, seeing a tall silhouette standing below.

Jiang Zhixun hadn’t lied to her.

He really did go downstairs.

By now, the sky was dark, and the dim streetlights stretched out his shadow a great length.

The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his forearms, and in his left hand, he casually held his jacket.

Besides that, there was no other luggage.

He appeared suddenly and left briskly.

Shen Qingqing couldn’t quite understand him; what kind of person was Jiang Zhixun?

Why did he act so... unconventionally?

As if sensing Shen Qingqing’s gaze, Jiang Zhixun suddenly turned his head.

While walking backwards towards the exit, he waved to her.

Shen Qingqing’s heart skipped erratically; she suddenly squatted down.

Realizing her behavior was overly evasive, she frowned in vexation and slapped the wall.

It’s all Jiang Zhixun’s fault!

In just a few hours, he had tormented her to the point of mental distress!

The person on the balcony suddenly disappeared, causing Jiang Zhixun’s heart to sink.

Qingqing, did she take a tumble?

Just as he was about to turn back to check, he saw a hint of movement at the window.

Perhaps she saw him, but quickly retreated again.

Jiang Zhixun chuckled.

Such a childish maneuver, really quite rare!

His heart raced madly, yearning to go back and pin her against the balcony for a kiss.

Jiang Zhixun touched his lips.

Months had passed, but the sensation of softness mixed with a light fragrance, the touch of lips and teeth, remained vivid in his mind.

He truly liked Shen Qingqing.

The way a man likes a woman!

When she peeked out again, Jiang Zhixun snapped his fingers.

"Shen Qingqing, see you next time!"

The floor wasn’t high; Shen Qingqing heard him loud and clear.

She no longer hid, opened the window intending to yell at him, but Jiang Zhixun was already gone from view.

Under the yellowing streetlights, all that remained were the shadows of trees.

She waited a long time, but his silhouette did not reappear.

He truly left.

Shen Qingqing’s turbulent emotions gradually calmed, and she closed the window securely, returning to the living room.

The easel was still there, but the unfinished painting on it had disappeared.

Only now did Shen Qingqing realize what Jiang Zhixun meant by his gift.

She cursed under her breath, "Scoundrel!"

Other people’s things; he just wanted to move them as he pleased.

He’s more of a scoundrel than any scoundrel!

She moved the easel back to the balcony and, inspired, sat under the lamp, painting while enjoying the night breeze.

Once she was done painting, she realized something felt off.

The pitch-black night, the yellowing light, and the man looking back in wonder...

Enraged, Shen Qingqing threw down her brush, still unsatisfied, and tossed the finished painting into a basin of water.

The lines blurred into a mess, impossible to discern after a while.

Shen Qingqing stared at the ruined piece in a daze.

Now she believed that she and Jiang Zhixun had indeed had something.

And she had invested a lot of emotions; otherwise, she wouldn’t have forgotten Jiang Zhixun yet still be affected by him.

Shen Qingqing pressed her temples, realizing amnesia was no good.

If she hadn’t contracted this illness, she wouldn’t have treated Jiang Zhixun kindly at the hospital.

Then none of what followed would have happened.

Returning to the living room, she opened the cabinet to retrieve a few small bottles, almost forgetting to take medicine because of Jiang Zhixun’s disruption.

Once everything settled down again, she checked the time: it was already ten o’clock at night.

He was heading back to the Northwest and was probably already on the train.

Shen Qingqing knew the distance between the Northwest and Beijing; he had only stayed a half-day on this visit.

Was it worth it?

...

Jiang Zhixun cooked using the coal stove at home.

By now the honeycomb coal certainly hadn’t burned completely.

Shen Qingqing, worried for safety, went to the opposite apartment.

To be sure, Madam Jiang had given her a spare key.

She had also given Madam Jiang a key to her own apartment.

The used coal stove was empty, with no coal residue, which left Shen Qingqing puzzled.

Returning to her own side, she found Jiang Zhixun had moved the unfinished honeycomb coal to her coal stove.

Despite the hot weather, a kettle was placed on the coal stove, and the water had long since boiled.

The side dishes Jiang Zhixun brought, along with the prepared fried ribs, were neatly arranged in their designated spots.

Shen Qingqing stood in her living room, looking at these added items, feeling a mix of emotions.

She didn’t know exactly what had happened between her and Jiang Zhixun.

But she understood her own temperament.

Once she decided to part ways, she definitely didn’t intend to look back.

She wouldn’t act impulsively on such matters.

She must have thought about it for a very long time before making a decision.

Expressionlessly, she returned to the bedroom and tore Jiang Zhixun’s letter into pieces.

No matter what he had written, it no longer had any meaning.

...

After visiting Shen Qingqing in Beijing, Jiang Zhixun’s mood noticeably improved.

Although he was still reserved with words, the chill to his demeanor had faded.

Before heading back to Beijing that day, he’d asked Shi Yu to write a letter on his behalf to Shen Qingqing.

Just in case Shen Qingqing ignored him, he could present Shi Yu’s letter to bail him out.

However, he ended up mixing in his own agenda.

Who knows if Shen Qingqing read it?

Shi Yu had helped him, so Jiang Zhixun repaid the favor by buying two bottles of Maotai liquor for Shi Yu and her husband in the county.

Eight yuan a bottle.

They could keep them as collectibles or gift them out.

For many, eight yuan was half a month’s salary.

The tip from Jiang Zhixun’s allowance could cover it.

He was willing to spend any amount to win back his wife!

Receiving Jiang Zhixun’s gift, Shi Yu cast several glances at him, sensing something was off.

In her expectations, Jiang Zhixun should have been deeply affected and incapable of raising his spirits.

How was he in such a good mood now?

His brow relaxed, looking rather content...

Chen Shaojie directly asked, "Did you and Miss Shen patch things up?"

Jiang Zhixun shook his head, "No."

Chen Shaojie prodded him, "Then why are you grinning like a fool?"

Jiang Zhixun pursed his lips tightly, his demeanor a bit intimidating.

But Chen Shaojie wasn’t fazed.

When it came to matters of the heart, Old Jiang was a ’bad student’!

"You’re doing it wrong. You can’t relax the fight just because you tasted a bit of sweetness. Wait until you’ve won Miss Shen back; there’s time to be happy then."

Chen Shaojie wanted to say: I’m afraid you’ve rejoiced prematurely!

But that would be too hurtful, so he didn’t say it outright.

Jiang Zhixun accepted the advice, nodding, "You’re right."

This battle hadn’t been won; it certainly wasn’t time to be cheerful.

Shi Yu asked him, "How is Qingqing doing?"

"Looks like she’s doing well."

Shi Yu was even more puzzled, "She can still recognize you?"

Jiang Zhixun found it perplexing, "Why wouldn’t she?"

Shi Yu gazed at him with an amused expression, "Well, that’s good then, congratulations."