After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?-Chapter 78 Following Shen Qingqing

After sending away the onlookers, Madam Jiang waited for a while but still didn’t see the young couple return.

They had been out for most of the day, and no one knew where they went.

After some contemplation, she decided to prepare a meal at home and wait for them.

Divorce for other families often means cutting ties forever, but their family’s situation was special. No matter how intense the emotions, they couldn’t drive Qingqing out.

Some things, once done, would leave no room for redemption.

So, it was better to cook a meal and wait.

You need food to keep going, no matter what.

Even if Zhixun and Qingqing were actually divorced, they still had to eat.

Old Jiang came out of his room and asked Madam Jiang about the young couple’s situation.

"Didn’t that kid oppose the idea? Why is he suddenly cooperating with Qingqing now?"

Old Jiang grew increasingly suspicious. With Zhixun’s temperament, he wouldn’t give in so easily.

Unless something had happened to pressure him.

Three years ago, Old Jiang had a brush with death and hadn’t been as physically robust since.

Madam Jiang hesitated.

If she mentioned Shen Qingqing’s illness, would Old Jiang worry himself sick and aggravate his own health?

Having lived to this age, Old Jiang had seen many things.

Seeing his daughter-in-law hesitating, he instantly knew she was hiding something from him.

"What’s wrong? Is something happening with Qingqing?"

Madam Jiang sighed, "I really can’t hide anything from you. Qingqing is sick."

Old Jiang became anxious upon hearing this.

"What kind of illness? Has she been to the hospital?"

Not wanting Old Jiang to worry, Madam Jiang played it down and said, "The doctor said she’s under too much stress. She needs to keep a cheerful mood to recover."

Having been on the battlefield, Old Jiang was no stranger to handling stress under pressure.

In his eyes, life inherently came with pressures—it wasn’t something to escape.

Life nowadays was already quite good, and Qingqing wasn’t the type to buckle under problems. How had it come to needing a doctor?

Confused, he asked, "Is this condition considered serious?"

"As long as she stays in a good mood and everything goes her way, it shouldn’t be serious."

Old Jiang nodded repeatedly, "That’s how it should be... over the past three years, Qingqing has endured enough gossip and slander. Now that she wants to change her way of living, let her be."

A child is precious whether by the palm or the back of the hand. If the young couple couldn’t live happily together, then let them divorce!

Zhixun hadn’t returned home even once in three years. When asked to apply for housing so he could move Qingqing to join him on base, he outright refused.

This was simply unacceptable!

Three years—such a long time.

Qingqing had chosen this path after having enough time to think it through.

Still, Old Jiang was worried, "Let Qingqing do what she wants, make her happy. Maybe once her mood improves, she’ll reconsider and decide to live with Zhixun again."

Madam Jiang agreed with this line of thinking.

If divorce must happen, so be it.

First and foremost, Qingqing needed to focus on recovering her health.

Once she was well, she’d be able to calmly assess her relationship with Zhixun.

Madam Jiang was confident in her son.

With his good looks, solid job, and a family that wasn’t a burden, men like him weren’t easy to find.

As long as Qingqing felt at ease, she would surely remarry Zhixun.

Madam Jiang didn’t tell Old Jiang the full story but waited for Father Jiang to come home and pulled him into the kitchen for a private discussion.

Father Jiang remained silent, his expression grave.

"I’m talking to you. Are you listening?"

She pinched her husband’s arm in frustration.

Father Jiang slapped a piece of ginger on the counter, smashing it into paste.

"If I’d known, I would’ve had Qingqing divorce him three years ago!"

The chaos of that day remained fresh in Madam Jiang’s memory.

If not for her and Qingqing stopping him, Old Jiang would have personally gone to the Northwest to deal with Zhixun.

The family’s Old Jiang held a senior position and couldn’t leave Beijing, so someone else was arranged to escort Old Jiang to the Northwest.

If Qingqing hadn’t worked hard to keep him at home, who knew how much trouble would have occurred.

"Zhixun realizes he was wrong. Don’t make things harder for him. Didn’t he immediately grab the paperwork and head to the civil affairs bureau as soon as he heard Qingqing was sick?"

Father Jiang felt troubled.

A fine young woman like Qingqing, bullied into illness in their family—how could he remain calm?

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In their thirty years of marriage, it was the first time Madam Jiang had seen her husband so angry.

The human heart is biased.

While she felt terrible about Shen Qingqing’s illness, Madam Jiang didn’t want her son to face dire consequences either.

"He came back this time because he recognized his faults. The problem has been addressed now, so don’t keep harping on it. Let’s not create new problems."

She pointed to the laundry drying in the courtyard and added, "He got up early to wash those. That’s already quite sincere."

Father Jiang snorted coldly, "He caused Qingqing to fall ill. Isn’t washing clothes the least he should do?"

Madam Jiang had no choice but to concede—it was indeed his fault, and she couldn’t defend her son too much.

"Anyway, the matter is resolved now. Qingqing probably doesn’t want too much fuss at home, so handle this carefully."

Father Jiang’s expression remained somber. That boy deserved discipline, but for now, the priority was to find an expert in Qingqing’s condition and get her treated promptly.

After some thought, he headed to the living room to make a phone call.

Madam Jiang overheard him asking a friend from the hospital about psychological issues.

He also requested recommendations for specialists in that field.

Father Jiang had a wide network, and within half an hour, received a callback.

The contact provided the specialist’s information, and after the holiday season, they could even help schedule an appointment.

Father Jiang thanked them profusely and extended an invitation to join them for a family meal during the holidays.

Madam Jiang tiptoed out of the kitchen, sitting beside Father Jiang to listen intently to the call, not wanting to miss a single word.

Once the call ended, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"I think Qingqing’s condition isn’t as severe as she made it sound. With expert treatment, she should be fine within a few days."

Now calm, Madam Jiang suspected that Shen Qingqing was scaring them deliberately.

It was all to push Zhixun into agreeing to the divorce.

She muttered, "That girl really is something. If she insists on divorcing, we can’t exactly force her to stay married, can we? Talking about her condition so dramatically—with dizziness, headaches, and even numb limbs—I got scared at the time and didn’t think much of it."

Psychological pressure—how could it result in such alarming symptoms?

The more Madam Jiang thought about it, the more she believed Qingqing exaggerated everything for the sake of divorce.

She reminded Father Jiang again, "It’s not as serious as you think. Don’t make things difficult for Zhixun. If you hurt him, how’ll he fly planes after this?"

Father Jiang’s face remained solemn.

Qingqing never shared bad news—only good ones. This illness... it might have been her plan all along to keep it from them.

It was only because Zhixun accidentally found out that she had revealed part of the truth, mixing truth with fiction.

No matter what, her illness was real.

Until he heard from the doctor himself that Qingqing was fully recovered, he wouldn’t be able to relax.

He also reminded Madam Jiang, "Don’t give Qingqing any more pressure. Let her do as she pleases."

Madam Jiang felt deeply wronged, "When have I ever not indulged her? Even when she moved out of the compound, I agreed. I even visit her rental and cook for her often. What more do you want from me?"

Father Jiang pinched his forehead, "Don’t let these feelings slip out in front of Qingqing."

This wasn’t okay; that wasn’t okay.

Madam Jiang was about to burst from frustration.

She had already treated Shen Qingqing like her own daughter—what else could they expect from her?