After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?-Chapter 62 We Are Not Enemies

Shen Qingqing was almost driven to tears by Jiang Zhixun’s shameless actions.

She reached out to grab her luggage.

Jiang Zhixun reacted quickly, stepping back two paces, refusing to return it to her.

"Give it to me."

"Come back to the compound with me."

Jiang Zhixun’s attitude was unyielding, leaving no room for compromise.

Shen Qingqing thought her divorce application had been approved, and everything would go smoothly once she returned to Beijing.

She hadn’t expected Jiang Zhixun to toy with her like this.

Moisture welled up in her eyes, threatening to overflow at the corners.

Her eyes stung, her nose too.

Her chest felt even more suffocating and uncomfortable.

Shen Qingqing quickly lowered her head, burying the lower half of her face into her scarf to hide her emotions.

She took a few deep breaths to steady herself, barely suppressing the urge to cry.

After a few seconds of waiting, Jiang Zhixun still didn’t return her luggage.

She cast him a cold glance, grabbed the small bag casually slung over his shoulder, and turned to leave.

The small bag contained various documents and money—things she could use while out and about.

She didn’t want the rest of the items anymore.

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The indifference and aversion in Shen Qingqing’s eyes left Jiang Zhixun rooted to the spot.

He had never imagined that one day he would see such emotions in her gaze.

The indifference, he could understand.

After all, Shen Qingqing wanted a divorce. Of course, she wouldn’t treat him the same way she used to.

But why was there aversion in her eyes?

Did she truly see him as unforgivable?

A storm surged in his heart, leaving Jiang Zhixun deeply distressed and at a loss for how to cope. He could only breathe heavily to relieve the tension.

He could endure Shen Qingqing’s cold demeanor, but her outright dislike was unbearable.

He had naively thought that even if they divorced, they could start over.

But now, he wasn’t so sure.

How could Shen Qingqing possibly hate him?

Jiang Zhixun’s heart was in turmoil. Even in life-or-death situations, he had never felt this uneasy before.

On instinct, he quickened his pace and grabbed hold of Shen Qingqing’s right hand.

His expression was stubborn. "Come home with me."

He was strong, gripping Shen Qingqing tightly so she couldn’t break free.

Let alone continue walking forward.

She didn’t want to get entangled with Jiang Zhixun anymore, her face weary. "I just want to go home and rest. Can you stop making a scene?"

"Making a scene?"

Shen Qingqing’s face showed sarcasm as she gave him an affirmative answer. "Jiang Zhixun, you’re being completely unreasonable."

"You were three years ago, and you still are three years later."

If he hadn’t wanted to get married back then, could she have forced him?

This was all his own choice.

How did it end up being her fault in the end?

The grievance was overwhelming, and a tear slipped out before she could stop it.

Shen Qingqing immediately turned her head away, not wanting Jiang Zhixun to see her lapse in composure.

Jiang Zhixun tightened his grip, the sharp lines of his jaw tensing—his trademark expression when angry.

In the past, Shen Qingqing would have done everything to coax him and make him happy.

But now she only felt exhaustion and irritation.

"We’re both adults. I’ve tried to be dignified about this; I hope you’ll also respect my wishes."

Jiang Zhixun stepped closer, his tall figure looming over Shen Qingqing, creating an oppressive atmosphere.

"I’ve already agreed to the divorce. Doesn’t that count as respecting your wishes?"

Shen Qingqing found it impossible to reason with him. "Meet me at the civil affairs office tomorrow morning. If you don’t, I’ll think you’re not sincere."

Jiang Zhixun ground his jaw. "Fine. Divorce it is. Did you think I’d cling to you?"

Shen Qingqing had never believed Jiang Zhixun was reluctant about this marriage.

Three years ago, she had gone along with things, making him do something against his will.

Now, three years later, he was deliberately making things difficult for her, refusing to let her get her way.

Shen Qingqing said nothing.

The doubt in her eyes was obvious.

Jiang Zhixun was so furious he blurted out, "Even if you hadn’t gone to the Northwest, I would’ve come back to find you."

The word "divorce" stuck in Jiang Zhixun’s throat, unable to escape.

He truly had never intended to divorce Shen Qingqing.

Never!

Even now, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything insincere.

Though he was the one angry, he was also the first to back down.

Jiang Zhixun loosened the grip on her arm. "Come home and get some rest for the night. We’ll go to the civil affairs office first thing tomorrow."

He waited but didn’t see Shen Qingqing nod in agreement.

Jiang Zhixun sneered. "If you really want a divorce, you should keep me in sight, watching my every move. Otherwise, I might not go to the office, or I might just leave Beijing suddenly, like I did three years ago."

"You wouldn’t dare!"

Shen Qingqing panicked.

After all the trouble it took to get her divorce application approved, they were only one step away now.

If Jiang Zhixun dared to do this to her, she would absolutely lose her mind!

Seeing her anxiety, Jiang Zhixun became unexpectedly calm.

"Whether you come home with me is up to you."

But even as he said it, they both knew she didn’t truly have a choice.

Being held hostage like this left Shen Qingqing feeling utterly helpless.

She considered turning around and walking away.

But she feared Jiang Zhixun might really pull some kind of stunt.

He did, after all, have a "record" of such behavior!

The man stood there coldly, his demeanor indifferent, not pressuring Shen Qingqing to make a decision.

Jiang Zhixun knew her temperament well. Her hesitation to walk away proved that his tactics were working.

A sense of smugness crept into his heart.

Afraid Shen Qingqing might notice, he forced himself to appear even colder.

Though his methods were less than honorable, Shen Qingqing was still his wife. Leaving her, injured, to fend for herself was something he couldn’t bring himself to do.

The two of them stood at a standoff by the roadside.

Jiang Zhixun insisted she return to the compound. Every step she took, he followed, matching her pace.

If she wouldn’t go back to the compound, he’d just follow her to the rented apartment instead.

His persistent tailing finally frayed Shen Qingqing’s nerves.

She issued a cold warning: "Do whatever you want. If I can’t settle this, I’ll take you to court. If you’re not afraid of ruining your reputation or jeopardizing your job, then go ahead!"

Out of respect for the Jiang Family elders, she had always avoided making this a public spectacle.

Even when she went to the Northwest to find Jiang Zhixun, she intended to resolve things discreetly.

That’s why, during their cafeteria encounter, she had asked for a private conversation.

She hadn’t wanted to announce their divorce in front of so many people.

She felt she had given him enough face.

But if Jiang Zhixun insisted on opposing her, then she would let the courts settle it.

If she kept compromising, Jiang Zhixun would only continue to push his limits!

Jiang Zhixun’s expression shifted slightly.

Through gritted teeth, he said, "Shen Qingqing, we’re not enemies."

Shen Qingqing sneered. "The way you’re treating me, I might as well believe we are."

Otherwise, why would he have left for the Northwest without a word?

Why would he have given her the cold shoulder throughout their marriage?

Now that she wanted to end it, he refused to let her go.

Wasn’t this intentionally making her life miserable?

If it weren’t for the Jiang Family’s kindness in raising her, she might truly see Jiang Zhixun as an enemy!

Jiang Zhixun’s breathing grew heavier, the rise and fall of his chest beneath his unbuttoned coat revealing the intensity of his emotions.

Before they could resolve anything, a jeep slowly drove up and stopped beside them.

When she saw the guard sitting in the driver’s seat, Shen Qingqing’s expression changed slightly.

In the back seat was Father Jiang, looking stern and imposing.

Through the half-open car window, he beckoned to Shen Qingqing. "Qingqing, come home with Dad first."