After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?-Chapter 63: A Dead Pig is Not Afraid of Boiling Water

Chapter 63: Chapter 63: A Dead Pig is Not Afraid of Boiling Water

Shen Qingqing didn’t ask Father Jiang why he came to the train station.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she opened the car’s rear door and got in.

She obediently greeted, "Dad."

Father Jiang and Shen Qingqing’s father were good friends, and regardless of whether she was a niece without blood ties, a daughter, or a daughter-in-law, Father Jiang was always very fond of her.

Seeing her arm was still in a sling, he asked with concern, "How’s the recovery? Does it still hurt?"

Shen Qingqing shook her head. "It doesn’t hurt. A few more days of rest and I can take it off. Don’t worry."

Father Jiang still wasn’t reassured. "Let’s go to the hospital for a follow-up tomorrow. Your mom and I will go with you."

Shen Qingqing showed a faint smile. "Really, there’s no need. I’ll go for a check-up when it’s time."

Father Jiang didn’t press further.

He turned his head to look at the man standing outside the car. "Do I need to come down and invite you personally?"

Jiang Zhixun rubbed the tip of his nose and put Shen Qingqing’s luggage in the trunk.

Then, he got into the front passenger seat.

As soon as Father Jiang saw him, his anger flared up.

But since Qingqing was present, as an elder, he couldn’t scold too harshly, nor could he lay hands on his rebellious son, so he had no choice but to suppress his temper temporarily.

Sometimes, the more one tries to control it, the more the anger burns.

This damn kid hadn’t been home in three years.

Qingqing went all the way to the Northwest to find him, yet he was so useless, and now, things had escalated to the point of divorce.

Once the car started, Father Jiang angrily asked, "You still know how to come back?"

Getting scolded the moment they met, Jiang Zhixun glanced at Shen Qingqing through the rearview mirror and inexplicably felt his face heat up.

He gave a fake cough. "Whatever you want to say, let’s talk about it at home."

Father Jiang also wanted to wait until they got home to talk, but he really couldn’t hold it in.

A perfectly good daughter-in-law was bullied by this brat to the point she didn’t even want to come home.

And now? Divorce was imminent!

This was enough to show how much Qingqing had suffered over the past three years.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He smacked Jiang Zhixun on the head.

"Just wait. See how I’ll deal with you when we get home!"

Getting hit in front of Shen Qingqing, Jiang Zhixun felt utterly humiliated.

He simply closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, impatiently saying, "I haven’t slept in three days. I’m going to die of exhaustion. Don’t bother me."

Father Jiang didn’t spare him any face. "You can still sleep?"

"I’m not made of iron. Why wouldn’t I be able to sleep?"

Father Jiang pointed at him and scolded, "You really are a dead pig unafraid of boiling water!"

The guard driving the car couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

He quickly apologized to Jiang Zhixun. "Sorry, I just remembered something funny..."

Jiang Zhixun opened one eye and gave him a faint, pointed look. "You’re driving and still daydreaming?"

The guard awkwardly cleared his throat. "I’ll be more careful next time."

Father Jiang was furious. "You’re always nitpicking at others—when will you ever reflect on yourself?"

Jiang Zhixun fell into deep annoyance. Yet he had no way to refute, so he continued pretending to sleep.

The more he acted like this, the angrier Father Jiang became.

If he didn’t want to get divorced, he should be making an effort in front of Qingqing.

If he made an effort, only then could they, the elders, help him plead his case.

But he kept undermining things—how were they supposed to help?

Father Jiang smacked the seat back. "Speak!"

Jiang Zhixun had a pounding headache. "Can’t you let me have a moment of peace?"

"Three years of silence wasn’t enough for you? Why don’t you just not come home then? Qingqing already returned to Beijing. You’ve completed your escort mission, haven’t you? While it’s still early, go buy another ticket and get lost!"

Jiang Zhixun’s eyelid twitched.

When he got off the train, he really had considered doing just that.

Dropping Shen Qingqing off at the compound and then leaving.

But the thought barely surfaced before he snuffed it out.

Shen Qingqing was sick; if he stimulated her emotions like that, he couldn’t predict what might happen.

His hands rested over his stomach, unconsciously rubbing, as his mood dampened further.

Don’t be fooled by his tough stance when threatening Shen Qingqing earlier.

Deep down, he knew full well that he never held the upper hand.

If Shen Qingqing remained firm and went to civil affairs to file for the divorce certificate, it was only a matter of time.

No matter how much he delayed, it was useless.

Shen Qingqing sat quietly in the back seat, not intending to speak initially.

But hearing Father Jiang suggest Jiang Zhixun buy a ticket and leave made her uneasy.

If it weren’t for the fact that civil affairs staff had already clocked out by this hour, she would’ve loved for the guard to take a detour so they could get the divorce certificate first!

"Dad, let him go home for the night. Tomorrow morning, we can go get the divorce certificate together, and then he can buy a ticket to leave."

Father Jiang: "..."

Jiang Zhixun: "..."

Jiang Zhixun broke into a laugh out of sheer frustration.

"That’s my home. I’ll stay as long as I damn well please. Who’s going to kick me out? I don’t need you to plead for me."

He bit down hard on the words "plead for me."

The sarcasm in his tone was palpable.

Shen Qingqing’s expression shifted slightly.

It was true—the house belonged to Jiang Zhixun, and the people living inside were his family.

No matter how rebellious Jiang Zhixun was, as long as he wanted to return, that place would always be his fallback.

He didn’t need to feel embarrassed.

Nor did he need to find ways to mend relationships.

The bonds of blood between family members could resolve many problems.

Embarrassment flooded over her, and Shen Qingqing’s face instantly turned red.

Her pale complexion made her reaction impossible to hide.

Father Jiang felt like Jiang Zhixun was going to be the death of him.

No wonder Qingqing went to the Northwest but couldn’t make him stay.

That sharp mouth of his was really something!

Saying such things to Qingqing right in front of him—who knew how he tormented her behind closed doors.

Father Jiang maintained a calm demeanor in public, but at home, he was just an ordinary man.

He pointed at Jiang Zhixun. "Qingqing is your comrade-in-arms in this life. She’s speaking up for you, and you don’t even appreciate it? You’re clearly asking for trouble. Apologize to her now!"

Through the rearview mirror, Jiang Zhixun saw Shen Qingqing’s expression. Regret had already welled up in him.

But apologizing? He just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

With tightly pressed lips, he stayed silent.

"I said apologize. Are you deaf?"

Jiang Zhixun let out a muffled snort. "Why not also pretend I’m mute?"

Father Jiang had lived long enough to encounter plenty of difficult people, but none could ignobly stir his blood pressure like his own rebellious son.

He stabbed hard at Jiang Zhixun’s heart. "No wonder Qingqing wants a divorce. I was thinking of persuading her otherwise, but now I see she made the right choice. Marriage isn’t meant to bring misery upon oneself."

Jiang Zhixun bristled with resentment. "People can come and go as they please. I can’t even tell what marriage means to some of them."

After speaking, he shot another glance at the rearview mirror.

Unfortunately, this time Shen Qingqing’s face was devoid of any expression.

Jiang Zhixun’s frustration grew from both regretting his loose tongue and being angry at what Shen Qingqing had said earlier.

In front of the elders, all she talked about was divorce.

She really had become brazen!

Father Jiang could see it clearly now. His son didn’t want a divorce—not because of a committed sense of loyalty.

But because he’d fallen for Qingqing.

Yet if he liked Qingqing, why did he act so sarcastically?

"Apologize!"

Father Jiang’s tone left no room for refusal.

The air was thick with tension and the smell of imminent conflict.

The guard gripped the steering wheel tightly. If the father and son really started fighting, should he pull over first?

Jiang Zhixun turned his head slightly, his peripheral vision landing on Shen Qingqing.

"I was wrong. Is that enough?"