After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?-Chapter 57 Do You Want to Remarry

After finishing the laundry, Jiang Zhixun busied himself with helping Shen Qingqing take her medication and addressing her personal needs.

Shen Qingqing thought that since her leg wasn’t injured, Jiang Zhixun wouldn’t have to trouble himself.

But it turned out that she needed his help with everything.

She became annoyed on the spot.

Perceiving her unease, Jiang Zhixun spoke sternly, "We’re still legally married, so taking care of you is my duty. Don’t overthink it."

Shen Qingqing nodded sullenly, her mood still low.

Seizing the moment, Jiang Zhixun continued, "It takes a hundred days for bones and ligaments to heal. In your current condition, living alone outside isn’t realistic. Once we return to Beijing, I’ll help you move."

He secretly thought to himself: If Shen Qingqing moves back to the family compound, the elders can say kind things to her, and they might reconcile faster.

It would also prevent any opportunists from stealing her away.

Most importantly, if someone at home took care of her, she wouldn’t have to do laundry, cook, or clean.

She’d already fractured a bone—how could he leave her to live on her own? Jiang Zhixun simply couldn’t do it.

A determined look flashed through his deep eyes. Whether Shen Qingqing was willing or not, she had to move back to the family compound!

"I’m not moving."

Shen Qingqing refused without hesitation.

She had gone to great lengths to move out, and if she returned to the Jiang Family, she would have to go through the hassle of finding excuses to leave again next time.

She didn’t want to expend that effort.

Besides, they were getting divorced—how could she stay in her ex-husband’s house?

She was an adult now, capable of supporting herself. Even if difficulties arose, she could figure things out on her own.

If she couldn’t do household chores, she’d hire a maid.

Spending money could solve the problem; there was no need to agonize over it.

Shen Qingqing didn’t forget the Jiang Family’s kindness in raising her. "If circumstances allow, I’ll visit the elders."

But that wasn’t what Jiang Zhixun wanted.

"This isn’t something you can mess around with."

Shen Qingqing was tired and had no energy to argue with him.

Once they returned to Beijing, if she insisted on not moving back to the Jiang Family, could he forcibly pack her up and take her back?

With a mocking tone, she said, "If your ex-wife lives in your house, how are any other women supposed to be interested in marrying you?"

Jiang Zhixun frowned. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Apart from Shen Qingqing, he had no other women in his life.

Marrying someone else was out of the question.

He had never even considered it!

They hadn’t finalized their divorce yet, and here she was assuming the identity of his ex-wife—wasn’t she jumping the gun?

Jiang Zhixun cast Shen Qingqing a sidelong glance, his eyes brimming with danger. "You want to remarry?"

Shen Qingqing rolled her eyes. "What does it have to do with you?"

It had everything to do with him! Jiang Zhixun silently responded in his mind.

His expression grew more severe. "Marriage is supposed to be for life. Don’t let your emotions cloud your judgment."

Shen Qingqing curled her lips in a mocking smile.

If marriage was truly meant to last a lifetime, why would they be getting divorced?

Nothing in life is unchanging—what mattered was having the courage to correct one’s mistakes.

She pulled up the blanket and closed her eyes to sleep.

Jiang Zhixun stood by the hospital bed, staring at Shen Qingqing, clearly displeased with her avoidance.

But she was an injured patient, and there was nothing he could do about it.

After a few seconds, he sternly warned Shen Qingqing, "You’re not allowed to date other men, nor are you allowed to marry anyone else."

Without opening her eyes, Shen Qingqing retorted angrily, "Since you’re already here, why don’t you register for an appointment and get your head checked?"

Back in the day, Jiang Zhixun could never have imagined Shen Qingqing speaking to him like that.

Now, he felt both anxious and amused.

Anxious because he worried Shen Qingqing might really be stolen away by someone else.

Amused because she seemed so much more animated than before—though her remarks were hurtful, they were far better than the fake smiles and perfunctory responses she used to give.

It was clear Shen Qingqing was seriously exhausted, so Jiang Zhixun stopped disturbing her and let her rest.

He tucked the blanket around her carefully.

Softening his tone, he said, "Sleep well. If you need anything, just call me."

Shen Qingqing wasn’t in a private room; the adjacent bed was empty, so Jiang Zhixun could stay the night.

Shen Qingqing didn’t respond.

Jiang Zhixun stared at her for a long while before finally moving to the bed next to hers.

He didn’t rush to sleep—instead, he sat there lost in thought.

He had already accepted the reality of their divorce, but his heart was deeply unsettled.

There was a persistent fear that after the divorce, unforeseen changes might arise.

In the past, his thinking was that even if they divorced, they could remarry.

What he hadn’t considered was that all of this depended on Shen Qingqing’s willingness to marry him again.

His job was unique—he was barely home throughout the year and rarely saw Shen Qingqing.

If Shen Qingqing actively avoided him, no matter how hard he tried to make up for things, he might not even get the chance.

Jiang Zhixun had never felt this conflicted before.

He wanted to give Shen Qingqing her freedom.

But he also feared that letting go meant losing the opportunity to start over.

His gaze fell on Shen Qingqing’s lips—pale and drained of blood, yet their shape was beautiful, carrying a delicate charm that evoked a sense of protectiveness.

That night, he had made up his mind to truly live his life with Shen Qingqing.

So, he had kissed her.

Not just once.

From that moment forward, his feelings for Shen Qingqing had changed.

She was no longer the foster sister living with his family.

She was the woman he was married to, the person with whom he could share all of life’s intimacies.

Jiang Zhixun lowered his gaze, hiding the emotions roiling in his eyes.

Perhaps he should act quickly, rekindling Shen Qingqing’s love for him.

Just as his superior had said—as long as the divorce certificate hadn’t been signed, there was still room to turn things around.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Zhixun prepared what he wanted to say. He intended to apologize to Shen Qingqing; the past three years had indeed been his fault.

Other matters could wait until after the apology.

"Qingqing, I..."

The two beds were separated by only a narrow aisle, about a meter wide.

Shen Qingqing’s eyes remained shut, her breathing steady—it was obvious she was already asleep.

Jiang Zhixun quickly fell silent, swallowing the rest of his words.

He massaged his forehead.

Forget it—he’d say it next time.

She had lost so much blood and undergone surgery for her fractured bone; her energy definitely wasn’t the same as usual.

If she could manage to sleep well, that alone was a blessing.

Nothing was more important than her recovery.

Lying on his bed, listening to Shen Qingqing’s breathing, Jiang Zhixun suddenly felt sleepy as well.

But he didn’t allow himself to fully relax; even in his drowsiness, part of his mind remained vigilant about Shen Qingqing’s condition.

Shen Qingqing’s sleep was fitful.

Each time she shifted, Jiang Zhixun would immediately get up to check on her.

She woke again at five in the morning.

Watching Jiang Zhixun tirelessly tending to her, Shen Qingqing felt a pang of guilt.

"You still have training during the day. Are you sure your body can handle this?"

Catching the concern in her tone, Jiang Zhixun couldn’t help but smile faintly.

The tension he’d been holding onto finally began to loosen a little.

"I’m healthy—I’ll be fine."

Shen Qingqing knew his physical condition was strong, but training during the day and staying up at night—it was impossible for anyone to sustain that.

Especially since he’d just returned from a mission a few days ago and probably hadn’t had proper rest.

She opened her mouth to say something, but ultimately didn’t voice it.

They were about to get divorced—concern like this wasn’t appropriate.

Jiang Zhixun waited for a long time, but Shen Qingqing didn’t continue speaking.

For reasons he couldn’t quite articulate, he felt unexpectedly dejected.

The Shen Qingqing he knew wasn’t like this.

During the past three years, she had written him countless letters, always reminding him to take care of his health.

But unfortunately, he hadn’t replied to even one of them.