Married for Three Years and Not Home? The '70s Darling Wants a Divorce

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Chapter 71 Let's Talk

Chapter 71 Let's Talk

Jiang Zhixun went out for a run after washing his clothes.

Only when he is training can he calm down.

If he stayed at home any longer, he might never forget that dream.

Jiang's mother was also worried and tossed and turned and couldn't sleep well.

In order to let her husband rest a little longer, she simply got up and made breakfast.

I saw clothes hanging in the yard, some belonging to Jiang Zhixun and some to Shen Qingqing.

I thought this boy had some understanding and knew to serve his wife.

It was worth it that she kept the clothes instead of helping Qingqing wash them right away.

It was a rare opportunity for them to go home, and Jiang's mother just wanted to find a way to make delicious food for the young couple.

I steamed meat buns, cooked porridge, fried two side dishes, and also planned to make a bowl of brown sugar and egg soup for Shen Qingqing.

She had been in a car accident and Zhixun said she had lost a lot of blood. She had to eat more good food to replenish her energy and blood.

Originally, I just wanted to cook for Shen Qingqing, but I was afraid that she would feel psychologically pressured and would not want to eat delicious food alone.

After hesitating for a few seconds, I decided to put a few more eggs in the bowl so that each person could have a bowl.

When Shen Qingqing got up, breakfast was already ready.

Seeing that she had packed everything neatly, Jiang's mother asked angrily, "Why don't you ask me to help you?"

Shen Qingqing curled her lips, "They are just small things, I can do it myself."

Jiang's mother brought the brown sugar eggs first, "You eat first, I'll bring out the rest, you don't have to wait for your dad and the others."

Shen Qingqing glanced towards the kitchen, where there were four bowls of brown sugar eggs neatly placed.

Everyone had a share, so she didn't say anything more.

After helping to take out the buns from the enamel basin and then bringing a plate of food, Jiang's mother hurriedly brought the remaining food and dishes to the table.

After Grandpa Jiang and his father finished washing up, Jiang Zhixun also came back after jogging.

He was holding his coat casually in his hand with a very casual posture, which made Jiang's father angry when he saw him.

I glared at him fiercely and cursed him silently with my mouth: Bastard!

Jiang Zhixun touched the tip of his nose.

Making small talk, "What did you cook?"

He sat down next to Shen Qingqing.

She was drinking brown sugar water. Only her right hand could move, but that didn't stop her from holding the small bowl and drinking while blowing on it.

From Jiang Zhixun's perspective, he can see Shen Qingqing's every move clearly.

The blowing action instantly drew his attention to Shen Qingqing's lips.

For some reason, I thought of that chaotic dream again.

Although no one knew, Jiang Zhixun still blushed for a moment.

He pushed his brown sugar eggs in front of Shen Qingqing and said, "I don't like sweet things, you eat them."

Shen Qingqing ignored him and even turned her body to the side, almost facing Jiang Zhixun with the back of her head.

The implication of rejection is obvious.

Jiang Zhixun pursed his thin lips and took the bowl back awkwardly.

Eat in silence.

The elders didn't know what to say and tacitly kept silent.

After breakfast, Shen Qingqing asked Jiang Zhixun to take the materials and go to the Civil Affairs Bureau with her.

Jiang Zhixun didn't want to get divorced, so he threw his face aside and stopped being hesitant.

Straight to the point: “I don’t want a divorce.”

Shen Qingqing tried her best to control her emotions and avoided slapping him in the face.

Even at this point, he still doesn't want to divorce, and he seems unwilling to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau. Isn't he teasing her?

He raised his hand and looked at his watch, "I'll give you one minute to get your stuff."

Her indifference hurt Jiang Zhixun's heart.

Repeat again, "I don't want a divorce."

The man had a stubborn expression, staring at her like a big wolfhound.

Shen Qingqing turned her eyes away, "Can you please not waste my time?"

Her tone was bad.

According to Jiang Zhixun's temper, he should fulfill her wish at this time.

Instead of trying to please her again and again.

But Jiang Zhixun knew that if he got the divorce certificate, Shen Qingqing would only treat him more coldly.

After just a few days, he couldn't bear it anymore.

If Shen Qingqing refused to get back together with him for the rest of her life, he didn't know what to do.

So the best option is not to divorce.

Remarriage is the worst option!

Facing Shen Qingqing's cold eyes, Jiang Zhixun said shamelessly: "Marriage is a very serious matter, you should think about it for a few more days."

Shen Qingqing was driven crazy by his inconsistency.

Her voice rose, "I've thought it through very carefully. I want a divorce! Can you please stop making things difficult for me?"

She was so emotional that there were even tears in her eyes, as if she would cry at any second.

Jiang Zhixun didn't dare to say anything else.

Subconsciously look at the elders.

The old man and Jiang's father turned around and left, one went to work and the other went for a walk outside.

As optimistic as they were about this marriage before, they are now as pessimistic about it.

Divorce is not a common thing and you may be criticized by others.

If Qingqing wasn't really wronged, how could she have made up her mind to divorce Zhixun?

They intervened once three years ago, but it didn't end well.

This time they didn't care.

Whether the young couple divorces or continues to live together, let them make their own decision.

In the end, Jiang Zhixun could only focus his eyes on his mother.

Jiang's mother secretly cursed her husband for being disloyal and leaving like that.

Receiving his son's look of pleading for help, he could only bite the bullet and persuade Shen Qingqing.

"It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. It's better to just lie down and rest. We can wait a little longer on the divorce. Zhixun is on vacation at home anyway. He won't suddenly run away..."

The more she talked, the less confident Jiang's mother became.

After all, my son has a criminal record. Didn’t he flee to the northwest three years ago?

In order to avoid divorce, it is not impossible to escape again...

Shen Qingqing took a deep breath and swallowed the foreign feeling in her throat.

He did not talk to Jiang's mother, but asked Jiang Zhixun: "Are you going to the Civil Affairs Bureau or not?"

No matter how many times he was asked, Jiang Zhixun didn't want to go.

Before, Shen Qingqing had been in a car accident and was lying on the hospital bed very weak. He felt soft-hearted and wanted to help her.

That's why I filed for divorce.

But now that he has calmed down, he doesn't want to leave anymore.

Not at all!

Jiang Zhixun knew that if he expressed his true thoughts, Shen Qingqing might be angry.

But now that things have developed to this point, it is obviously not enough to just drag it out.

If he doesn't want a divorce, he has to find other ways.

Jiang Zhixun cleared his throat and said, "Let's talk."

"Get a divorce certificate first, otherwise no need to talk."

Shen Qingqing's attitude was as tough as a rock, and no one could do anything to her.

Jiang Zhixun was angry and anxious.

Everyone said she had a good temper and was easy to talk to, so why was she so hard-hearted when facing him?

"First explain clearly that you are ill, otherwise I will not go to get a divorce certificate."

Jiang Zhixun finally grabbed a life-saving straw.

Shen Qingqing is hiding something from him, and he won't divorce her unless she makes things clear!

After letting out a breath without leaving a trace, Jiang Zhixun continued:

"If we divorce without making things clear, people who don't know will think you are sick and that's why I abandoned you. Wouldn't I be drowned in spit?"