Chapter 68: Breaking the Jar
Shen Qingqing didn't want to spoil her elder's appetite, so she endured it and finally suppressed the urge to get up and leave.
Although the atmosphere was bad, as long as she didn't put down her chopsticks and leave, others would continue eating.
In the past, everyone's evaluation of Shen Qingqing was that she had a good temper, was beautiful, and was well educated.
But when they returned to the compound this time, everyone in the Jiang family clearly felt that Shen Qingqing was different from before.
Jiang's mother was secretly sweating.
Qingqing is now stubborn and won't even give face to her elders. Will she really change her mind?
Shen Qingqing didn't breathe a sigh of relief until she finished her meal.
Her left hand was still hanging, so she couldn't wash the dishes, and the job fell on Jiang Zhixun.
The old man urged her to go upstairs and rest. "You must be tired after such a long journey. Get a good night's sleep and walk around the compound with Grandpa tomorrow morning."
Every time Shen Qingqing returned to the compound, she would either play chess with the old man or take him out for a walk.
Although some people in the compound were teasing her behind her back, Shen Qingqing did not hide at home and not go out.
It had already happened, and she had no choice but to face reality.
She couldn't just cry and whine, or run to the northwest and beg Jiang Zhixun to live with her.
"Jiang Zhixun and I are going out for a walk tomorrow morning. When we come back from work, we'll walk with you."
You don't have to think about what these two can do.
The old man was silent for a few seconds, then waved his hand and said, "Go upstairs and have a rest."
The tone was somewhat helpless and regretful.
Shen Qingqing heard it.
If possible, she didn't want to disappoint her elders, but there was really no room for negotiation on this matter.
After saying hello to Jiang's father and mother, Shen Qingqing went upstairs.
I passed by a room near the stairs and its door was open.
It was still empty inside, with only a bed frame without a bed board.
Jiang Zhixun's clothes and luggage were hung randomly.
Just like Jiang Zhixun said, this is his home and he needs a place to sleep, so Shen Qingqing didn't worry about it.
I went back to my room, got some change of clothes, and then went to the bathroom.
The wound should not come into contact with water, but other parts can be scrubbed.
I didn't take a shower or change my clothes for three days on the train.
If I don't clean up, she'll dislike me.
The master bedroom was tidy, and the sheets and quilt covers had been washed not long ago and smelled of soap.
Shen Qingqing really couldn't accept lying down and sleeping without taking a shower.
She took her nightgown and towel to the bathroom, where all the toiletries were prepared in advance by Jiang's mother.
Shen Qingqing planned to wash her hair first and then wash her body.
Although it is inconvenient to use one hand, the washbasin is of moderate height and you can rinse directly by turning on the faucet.
It's okay to make do with it, it's better than not washing it at all.
downstairs.
After Jiang Zhixun finished washing the dishes, he asked Jiang's mother, "Where are the bed boards and bedding?"
Jiang's mother pretended to be dumbfounded and asked, "Hasn't it been laid out for you?"
"mom!"
Jiang Zhixun's tone became heavier and his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he was obviously angry.
Shen Qingqing wanted to divorce him, but he still slept in the same room with her.
No one with any self-respect could do such a shameless thing!
Jiang's mother said angrily, "Why are you yelling? None of you have come home. I have dismantled the bed board, but I haven't washed or dried the sheets and quilts."
"You can't stay at home for a month anyway. Even after your injury heals, Qingqing may not come home to live with you. So don't bother with it."
Jiang Zhixun had a headache and reminded her, "We are getting divorced."
"Isn't this still a divorce?"
This one sentence almost choked Jiang Zhixun to death.
He knew that his elders didn't want him and Shen Qingqing to divorce, so he called home and asked them to help solve the problem.
But you can't do that.
Knowing that Shen Qingqing didn't want to, he still let them live in the same room. Isn't this just being a hooligan?
He frowned and said, "Okay, I'll sleep on the floor, or stay in a guest house outside."
Jiang's mother was very disappointed. "I took the trouble to help you find a solution, and you just sabotage me like this?"
"You can't be a hooligan."
"You have a marriage certificate, so how can you be a hooligan?"
It is said that people fight at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. If one party is unhappy, they will keep a distance from the other party. Wouldn't the relationship become colder and colder?
It's not about asking him to do anything.
It means staying in the same room with your wife, serving her tea and water, helping her put on clothes, comb her hair, etc.
Qingqing still has her hands hanging, isn't this a perfect opportunity to show off?
Jiang Zhixun was helpless, "If female comrades don't want to, then that's just hooliganism."
He could take care of Shen Qingqing, but now that he was back home, it was inappropriate for them to live in the same room.
He would not enter the bridal chamber unless she called him for something.
Jiang Zhixun's mother knew his temper well. Sometimes he was as stubborn as a donkey.
She said in a gentle voice, "Isn't there a sofa in the room? You can sleep there. If Qingqing is unwell, you will be able to find out immediately."
Jiang Zhixun is tall and strong, and the sofa in the wedding room is neither big nor small, so it must be uncomfortable to lie down and sleep on it.
Jiang's mother felt sorry for her son, but she also knew that at times like this, she had to bow her head and endure hardships.
It's better than losing your wife.
Fearing that he would retort again, Jiang's mother spoke first: "Qingqing is injured, what else can you do? Don't think too much, Mom just wants you to take good care of her."
This was too straightforward and Jiang Zhixun felt uncomfortable hearing it.
Before Shen Qingqing mentioned divorce, he thought about having a child with her.
When I was preparing myself mentally, I imagined some scenes that were not suitable for children...
He cleared his throat awkwardly and said, "I sleep next door, so I can hear any noise."
"You think you have a sharp hearing, but you can hear through the wall!"
During this period, Jiang Zhixun has been taking care of Shen Qingqing.
He knew best what her situation was.
It is a bit inconvenient to hang with one hand.
But she rarely gets up at night, so it's not a big problem for her to have no one to take care of her.
Jiang Zhixun has put aside his own pride and tried to please Shen Qingqing again and again.
But the other party didn't buy it.
His mentality now is to just throw away everything. If she wants a divorce, then so be it.
If it keeps dragging on, people who don't know would think that he can't live without Shen Qingqing.
Looking at my mother, I asked one last time, "Are you sure you don't want to give me the quilt?"
Although Shen Qingqing and Jiang Zhixun were not at home, Jiang's mother would take out the sheets and quilts to wash and dry every once in a while.
I was afraid that if the two of them suddenly returned home, there would be no clean place to sleep.
The bed in the bridal chamber has been made.
There were also two sets of spare sheets and quilts, and Jiang's mother took them all to her room.
Including the bed boards, they were also dismantled and hidden in the yard.
I just wanted to wait for the young couple to come home, let them sleep in the same bed, and repair their relationship.
Unexpectedly, no one appreciated her good intentions.
One insisted on divorce.
One cannot let go of principles.
As an "outsider", no matter how hard she tries, it will be useless!
As soon as she saw her son's expression, Jiang's mother knew that if she didn't take out the bedding, the boy would really sleep on the floor!
He is not made of iron. In such cold weather, he will definitely catch a cold.
He glared at Jiang Zhixun and said, "Wait."
He walked towards the bedroom, cursing, "I just have a hard life. I worried about you for nothing!"
Jiang Zhixun asked again: "Where is the bed board?"
Jiang's mother replied angrily, "You don't have eyes, go find it yourself!"
Jiang Zhixun touched the tip of his nose, turned around and walked out. Such a large bed could only be hidden in the yard.
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