After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?
Chapter 137: Are You Going to Leave Me Behind Again?

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: Are You Going to Leave Me Behind Again?

No matter in the past or now, Jiang Zhixun has never been stingy when it comes to spending money on Shen Qingqing.

As long as he has it, as long as Shen Qingqing needs it, he will give her everything.

If Shen Qingqing doesn’t take his money, he buys things for her instead.

Just like the last time they returned to Beijing.

Once they are "familiar" again, he will take Qingqing to the department store to buy clothes.

Whatever she wants, he will buy it for her.

But this time, he was pursuing her as a man, treating her well.

Not like before—where he treated her as a younger sister to care for.

Jiang Zhixun went out early, bringing enough money and tickets, and bought plenty of good ingredients.

Then he hurried back, just so Shen Qingqing could have a hot breakfast the moment she woke up.

Shen Qingqing had expressly told him that she didn’t want the Jiang Family members to see her off. She said they could pick her up at the airport when she returns home.

But Madam Jiang still came. She wanted to formally apologize to Shen Qingqing.

She hoped Shen Qingqing could let go of all her psychological burdens and focus on getting treated abroad.

She was only 24 years old this year, in the prime of her youth. This illness had hope for a cure, so it could not be delayed.

Otherwise, what would the rest of her life look like?

Surely she couldn’t just get by like this forever.

Qingqing was so outstanding; she deserved a life that shone brightly!

Madam Jiang deeply regretted it now. She had always looked at things from the perspective of the Jiang Family and her son.

While she hadn’t mistreated Shen Qingqing, she had made her endure a lot of grievances.

That was a fact.

Even though Madam Jiang rushed as much as she could, she was still one step too late.

Standing in front of Shen Qingqing’s locked door, Madam Jiang’s face showed regret—Qingqing had already left.

The date of her return was uncertain.

"Mom?"

Seeing the figure standing in the hallway, Jiang Zhixun looked confused. "Why are you here so early? And why are you just standing there?"

Madam Jiang didn’t have time to explain.

She briskly walked up to Jiang Zhixun and anxiously asked, "Did you see Qingqing?"

Jiang Zhixun, puzzled, replied, "I saw her last night. She should be sleeping now."

"Sleeping? She’s gone!"

Jiang Zhixun’s mind went blank, unable to process the meaning of those words.

What did she mean by "gone"?

Where could she go?

Surely she couldn’t have gone back to her hometown in Shanghai...

With large strides, he quickly headed to Shen Qingqing’s room, opened the door, and stepped inside. The room was dim.

The bedding on the bed was neatly folded, but there was no sign of Shen Qingqing!

A twitch ran through Jiang Zhixun’s eyelid, and an unsettled panic started spreading through him.

"Where did she go?"

Madam Jiang sighed with sorrow. "Didn’t she tell you? She’s going abroad for medical treatment. She doesn’t know when she’ll be back."

Abroad.

This was a possibility Jiang Zhixun hadn’t even considered.

Aside from work dispatches or government-sponsored study abroad programs, ordinary people didn’t have opportunities to leave the country.

His mind was in a whirl, his expression tense to the extreme as he quickly turned and ran downstairs.

He had to see Shen Qingqing!

As the sound of a car starting came from downstairs, Madam Jiang walked to the balcony and looked outside. She caught a glimpse of a car turning around.

She hurriedly shouted, "Qingqing is going to get treatment. Don’t make it hard for her!"

"The roads are slippery because of the snow; drive carefully!"

"Make sure you stay safe!"

In her sightline, the car sped into a wide street.

Madam Jiang didn’t know if her son had heard her words.

A gust of cold wind brushed past her, making her eyes sting and ache.

She hadn’t thought things would turn out like this.

Had she known, she wouldn’t have pressured Qingqing so much back then.

Qingqing’s illness— the Jiang Family had a significant part to play in it!

Madam Jiang pressed on the corner of her eye and took out the divorce certificate from her bag. She had taken it earlier when Shen Qingqing wasn’t paying attention.

This time, she had intended to apologize and return the certificate to Qingqing.

But she hadn’t expected Qingqing to already be gone.

The jeep roared onto a wide road as Jiang Zhixun stepped on the gas, heading straight for the airport at high speed.

His long fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, and a layer of moisture surfaced in his hawk-like eyes.

They say a man hides his tears, but at this moment, he couldn’t contain his emotions.

He truly, deeply loved Shen Qingqing—to the point that it was out of control!

Just the thought of her departure, with tens of thousands of kilometers stretching between them, left Jiang Zhixun with no semblance of reason.

He silently repeated in his heart over and over: Shen Qingqing, wait for me!

The car wheels rolled against the pavement, splashing shards of ice and water.

Jiang Zhixun didn’t dare delay even for a second, racing towards the airport.

It wasn’t until this very moment that Jiang Zhixun realized—he had been in such a rush when he left that he forgot to ask which country Shen Qingqing was going to.

"Damn it!"

Clenching his car keys, Jiang Zhixun strode into the terminal with a grim expression.

His gaze scanned the area, but he couldn’t find Shen Qingqing anywhere.

Time was pressing; he couldn’t keep searching blindly. His steps veered, and he decisively sought help from the airport staff.

Shen Qingqing was going to Britain.

She had arrived at the airport two hours early and had just met up with the team of specialists.

As the minutes ticked by and the boarding time drew closer, her nerves became increasingly uneasy.

"This was entrusted to me by Xiao Zhou for you."

A letter was handed to Shen Qingqing.

Zhou Hansheng had understood her rejection. For the past few months, he had been burying himself in work and had little contact with Shen Qingqing.

Upon learning that she was going abroad for treatment, he had wanted to see her off. But Shen Qingqing had declined, using the excuse of visiting her elders at the compound.

She cherished Zhou Hansheng as a friend.

But she couldn’t afford the weight of his feelings.

Shen Qingqing was terrified—afraid of letting Zhou Hansheng down, of wasting his time, and of causing him additional distress.

Since she had no intention of starting a relationship with him, maintaining a certain distance was, for now, the best decision.

Shen Qingqing hesitated as she held the letter, unsure whether to open it.

"That guy knows his boundaries. He probably wouldn’t ramble. At most, he’ll secretly apply for an overseas exchange program to Britain, just to see you."

Shen Qingqing panicked. "I don’t want him making such a major decision because of me."

"Don’t worry yet. Nothing’s certain. Not everyone qualifies for overseas exchanges. If Xiao Zhou gets the opportunity, it will benefit him significantly. Don’t overthink it; just consider it as him doing it for his career."

How could Shen Qingqing not overthink it?

Zhou Hansheng always placed her needs first, doing everything for her.

The weight of his feelings was too precious, making her fearful of touching it lightly.

Besides retreating and feeling scared, an overwhelming sense of gratitude surged within her.

Even knowing about her illness, Zhou Hansheng had never seen her as a burden.

Over the past year, he had tirelessly looked after her, and she recorded every little thing he did for her in a notebook.

She would never forget his efforts.

The overwhelming sense of gratitude swelled further, spreading warmth through her heart.

Looking down at the envelope, Shen Qingqing said, "If this trip to Britain can cure me..."

Hurried footsteps interrupted Shen Qingqing mid-sentence.

A tall, upright man approached her with a mix of panic and lingering fear on his strong features. His eyes burned fervently, his gaze locked intently on her.

He walked quickly, and if it weren’t for others blocking the way, he might have started sprinting.

Shen Qingqing suddenly found herself unable to breathe as though her throat was caught in a vice. She couldn’t speak or even draw a deep breath.

Her wrist was grasped.

Tightly.

Leaving no room for resistance.

Jiang Zhixun’s eyes were bloodshot as he gripped her frail shoulders. "Shen Qingqing, are you leaving me again?"