After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?
Chapter 140 Waiting for Her

Chapter 140: Chapter 140 Waiting for Her

Jiang Zhixun looked at the latest letter, remaining motionless.

He sat there like a statue.

No one knew what he was thinking.

Madam Jiang comforted him, "It’s already been four years, plus that one year, you’ve been divorced for five years now. Qingqing’s health has improved, and Doctor Zhou is close to her. It’s only natural that she wants to remarry..."

Jiang Zhixun still couldn’t accept it.

Even though he’d anticipated this happening on the day he learned Shen Qingqing and Zhou Hansheng started dating.

It wasn’t until the moment it actually happened that he realized how painful it would be!

How hard it was to accept!

Staring at the densely packed letter on the page, Jiang Zhixun’s gaze was hollow.

He voiced his truest thoughts from the depths of his heart, "I don’t want her to marry anyone else."

"Qingqing isn’t a child. What you want doesn’t matter," Madam Jiang sighed.

Over the past few years, she’d come to understand something.

Though they and Qingqing had never had any major arguments.

When Qingqing was in the Jiang Family, they’d always used what they thought was best for her, forcing her to passively accept everything.

They’d never mistreated Qingqing, but they hadn’t shown her enough respect either.

And that was the real reason Qingqing wanted to leave.

"What Qingqing wants might simply be mutual respect. If you’d respected her, and had consulted her on everything, even without romantic feelings, she might not have chosen to divorce."

What Shen Qingqing wanted was indeed respect.

That day at the airport, she’d made it clear and unmistakable.

Jiang Zhixun lowered his eyes, hiding the emotions within them.

But the wet corners of his eyes betrayed everything.

Madam Jiang’s heart ached for her son, but marriage and relationships remained Shen Qingqing’s freedom.

She couldn’t possibly demand Shen Qingqing return to Beijing and remarry Zhixun.

After the past few years of treatment, Shen Qingqing had never regained the memories she’d lost.

But she could now retain memories of people and events.

With her current state, her life and career could both return to normal.

She could take care of herself.

And take responsibility for her own life.

"If they’re going to get married, they’ll have to return to the country first. Things haven’t reached their final step yet, so just relax for now."

Jiang Zhixun couldn’t relax.

The woman about to marry was the one he loved most.

These past four years, he hadn’t been able to forget Shen Qingqing. During the quiet, late hours of the night, he’d often wonder what she was doing, who was by her side?

When she began dating Zhou Hansheng later on, he couldn’t help but wonder, would Zhou Hansheng treat Qingqing poorly?

He was on the verge of losing his mind!

But the divorce certificate reminded him that he didn’t even have the right to be jealous.

Suddenly, Jiang Zhixun’s body hunched over as he bowed his head, "I’ll wait for her."

Madam Jiang’s expression shifted, "What do you mean? Are you planning to ruin their relationship? Jiang Zhixun, that’s unethical!"

Afraid he truly might try something, Madam Jiang said, "If you really go through with this, Qingqing will hate you to death!"

Jiang Zhixun gave a bitter smile, "You’re overthinking."

If he couldn’t respect Qingqing, there would never be a day of reconciliation.

He’d already started to change.

All he hoped was that Qingqing would come back, see his changes, and reconsider not marrying Zhou Hansheng!

Madam Jiang spoke earnestly, "You’re thirty-three this year. People your age, like Qin Wenqiang’s kid, are already in elementary school. We don’t want to pressure you, but you should think about settling down."

This was a topic Jiang Zhixun didn’t want to discuss, and he wouldn’t consider it.

Apart from Shen Qingqing, he wanted no one.

If it came to it, he would rather never get married in his lifetime.

"Yang Fen returned to Beijing this year. She’s still single. How about you two..."

"Mom!"

Jiang Zhixun’s gaze turned cold, "Don’t say such things again."

If it were someone else, he wouldn’t want to waste a woman’s time.

But Yang Fen? Every time she was mentioned, he felt disgusted.

Over the past four years, he’d learned that Yang Fen and her sister-in-law had physically harassed Shen Qingqing. It made his disgust even stronger.

He could understand people having their own agendas.

But to target the innocent Shen Qingqing? That, he couldn’t forgive in the slightest!

The cold aura radiating from Jiang Zhixun was palpable. Madam Jiang looked at him, her heart uneasy.

She dropped the topic of Yang Fen.

In frustration, she asked, "Are you planning to stay single your whole life? To leave no descendants?"

Jiang Zhixun was the sole heir of the Jiang Family. If he refused to marry and have children, their lineage would end!

Jiang Zhixun replied calmly, "There’s Qingqing."

Madam Jiang scolded in exasperation, "She shares no blood ties with the Jiang Family. Stop talking nonsense."

Jiang Zhixun said nothing.

No matter who Shen Qingqing married, her child would be the Jiang Family’s child.

To him, it made no difference.

If Shen Qingqing didn’t want children, then so be it.

Was it so scary to leave no descendants?

Jiang Zhixun picked up the letter and headed upstairs.

The year Shen Qingqing left, college entrance exams resumed, and many new policies were introduced later.

Their rented house had to be vacated suddenly due to the landlord’s urgent need.

Shen Qingqing’s belongings—every single piece—were moved back to the compound and placed in their old marital bedroom.

Jiang Zhixun had promised Shen Qingqing that he’d respect her.

So, these past few years, he’d been living in the adjacent room. Apart from essential cleaning, he hadn’t touched anything in the marital bedroom with Shen Qingqing’s belongings.

He really was changing.

Jiang Zhixun thought to himself.

The letter in his hand felt heavy as a thousand pounds, his heart like a gaping wound, letting the cold wind howl through.

It was clearly midsummer, but he felt cold all over.

Standing at the doorway of their marital bedroom, Jiang Zhixun stared at the small "double happiness" character stuck on the window.

Too much time had passed—its vibrant red paper had already faded.

Perhaps it was stuck too firmly and hard to remove, or perhaps Shen Qingqing had simply forgotten. Regardless, the "double happiness" character remained affixed to the window.

Jiang Zhixun stared at it for a long, long time. Long enough to confirm again.

He didn’t have the kind of magnanimity for this.

He couldn’t just stand by and watch Shen Qingqing marry someone else.

At the very least... at the very least, he needed to ask her in person if there was truly no chance for them anymore.

Clutching the letter tightly.

If she planned to get married, wouldn’t she have to come back?

Jiang Zhixun was both anxious and uncertain, his heart torn between pain and anticipation—a conflicted mess.

He didn’t want to overthink it. Everything could wait until he saw Shen Qingqing.

Wait and wait. Summer passed, autumn came.

Shen Qingqing still didn’t return to Beijing.

Her letters stopped too. Jiang Zhixun had no idea what was happening to her abroad.

Due to work constraints, he couldn’t leave the country for personal matters.

Unless he was on an assignment.

Jiang Zhixun grew increasingly anxious, trying every way possible to contact Shen Qingqing.

But there was no response.

Shen Qingqing vanished without a trace, driving Jiang Zhixun to the brink of madness!

Just when his rationality was about to crumble, Shen Qingqing suddenly returned to the country.

Alone.

Without Zhou Hansheng.

Shen Qingqing was wearing a knitted sweater paired with a fitted skirt and thin-heeled high heels, showcasing her slender ankles.

Her sleek, jet-black hair was pinned up, and her face bore an elegant touch of light makeup. She was intellectual and beautiful; her aura was more graceful than four years ago.

She radiated brilliance, making it impossible to look away.

She sat quietly in the living room, sipping tea. Jiang Zhixun thought he was seeing things.

He blinked, but Shen Qingqing was still there.

Unlike before, when he would wake up from a dream only to see no one.

The rapid thumping of his heart echoed loudly in Jiang Zhixun’s ears.

After years of dormancy, his heart was beating again—faster and stronger.

He didn’t dare step forward, afraid of breaking this perfect moment.

Shen Qingqing tilted her head and saw his tall silhouette. He stood against the light, motionless in place.

His expression was hard to discern, but his aura was commanding—sharp-eyed, with an undeniable presence.

The corners of her lips curved slightly upward, and Shen Qingqing called out to him, "Brother Zhixun."

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