After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?-Chapter 228: So Annoying

After Madam Jiang left, Shen Qingqing returned to the room.

She set some rules for Jiang Zhixun: "From now on, don’t just come into my room."

Jiang Zhixun replied meaningfully, "This is mine too."

Originally, the wedding room was meant for the both of them to live in.

When Qingqing first came to the compound, this wasn’t the room she stayed in.

Shen Qingqing said, "Then I’ll move to the guest room."

There was still an empty room on the second floor, already tidied up, so there was no worry about not having a place to stay.

Jiang Zhixun didn’t object, "Where you are, that’s where our wedding room is. The wedding room belongs to the two of us, so I can come in."

Shen Qingqing was so angry she hit him, scolding him for being thick-skinned, "Aren’t you afraid of being laughed at!"

"Who’s laughing?"

Shen Qingqing glared, "I heard everything your mom said just now."

Speaking of that, Jiang Zhixun felt a bit embarrassed too.

He rubbed his nose, "Elders just like to worry."

Shen Qingqing agreed wholeheartedly, then lay back down on the bed, "I’m going to sleep now."

Even though they had confessed to the elders about getting back together.

But dating and living life after marriage are different; Shen Qingqing didn’t plan on sharing a room with Jiang Zhixun.

Covering her up with a blanket, Jiang Zhixun said, "Call me if you need anything, I’ll be downstairs."

Shen Qingqing couldn’t help but laugh, her body shaking slightly, "Can’t you stop treating me like a child?"

The man hummed lightly, "Clearly, I’m coaxing my wife."

As for coaxing children, he’d have to wait until they had their own, then he could have the chance to practice.

The word "wife" rolled off Jiang Zhixun’s tongue more and more smoothly now, without any hint of embarrassment.

Shen Qingqing was too lazy to correct him. As long as he was happy.

She closed her eyes, brewing sleepiness.

Jiang Zhixun stood by the bed, watching her. Her long eyelashes cast shadows like two rows of little fans.

The sunlight shone through the window, making the texture of her skin clearly visible.

Including the fine down on her face.

Shen Qingqing’s skin was very fair, a kind of fair that tinged with a rosy hue.

There was a small tear mole at the corner of her eye, perfectly placed, adding to her pretty face’s charm.

He rubbed the tear mole with his fingertip and gave her a peck on the forehead.

"Dream sweetly."

The person under the blanket shrank down, covering her mouth, but the laughter still escaped.

"You want me to daydream?"

Jiang Zhixun: "Who says you can’t dream during the day?"

Shen Qingqing turned over, "I can’t beat you in an argument."

Jiang Zhixun wasn’t much of a talker, but that didn’t mean he was bad with words. Quite the opposite, often he could leave others speechless.

Looking at Shen Qingqing’s back of the head, Jiang Zhixun’s lips curved upwards.

The one he liked was within reach, so his mood was excellent.

The door closed, and footsteps faded away.

Shen Qingqing turned over again, snuggling into the soft, soap-scented blanket, and comfortably fell asleep.

The New Year’s Eve was coming, and there was a lot to be done around the house.

Jiang Zhixun was bored sitting idle, so he rolled up his sleeves to work, cleaning up and even helped the old man trim bonsais.

Counting from the year they got married, this was the first time he and Shen Qingqing were lovingly spending the New Year together at home.

The significance was different.

Jiang Zhixun was a bit excited, but he couldn’t go upstairs to disturb Shen Qingqing’s sleep.

The excitement turned into energy, making him work swiftly.

The old man came back from a walk and nearly got furious upon seeing the trimmed bonsai.

"Why are you taking my task?" he said while knocking his cane.

It was clear he was really angry.

Jiang Zhixun looked puzzled, "Isn’t it good to help you with work?"

"Good my ass!"

One of the joys of growing bonsai is trimming them yourself!

The brat had cut everything neatly, even watered them, leaving nothing for him to do!

The old man grumbled, "You brat only know how to annoy people, get back to training quickly, you’re driving me crazy!"

Jiang Zhixun: "I helped you with work and you’re still scolding me, isn’t that too much?"

The old man: "Not only am I scolding you, but I also feel like hitting you!"

He raised his cane, about to hit Jiang Zhixun.

The man moved nimbly, easily dodging it.

In a calm tone, he said, "So boring."

The old man blew his beard, glaring, "You messed with my stuff and are still so self-righteous?"

Jiang Zhixun: "Good intentions treated like donkey’s liver and lungs."

The old man: "Get lost, get lost, get lost!"

Jiang Zhixun tidied his sleeves and leisurely walked away.

In the old man’s eyes, he was so annoying that he deserved a beating.

Picking up the scissors, wanting to trim a bit more.

But everything that needed trimming was already done, not a single extra branch.

The old man grumbled but had to admit that Jiang Zhixun understood his thoughts well, and the trimmed state was exactly his favorite.

Father Jiang and Madam Jiang came back from outside and heard the old man scolding.

They exchanged a knowing glance and didn’t ask much, having long been used to it.

With the New Year approaching, Madam Jiang bought lots of dried goods and snacks, including the kelp Jiang Zhixun mentioned.

She also brought back two pounds of fresh ribs, perfect for braising kelp soup. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

After soaking the kelp, she asked Jiang Zhixun, "What are your plans for New Year? Do you want to visit relatives with me?"

In the past few years, when Jiang Zhixun and Shen Qingqing were divorced, fearing the sight of other young couples and the prying questions poking at their son’s sore spot.

Madam Jiang didn’t let him visit relatives nor invited others over.

Now that the two were back together, she didn’t want to worry anymore.

She wanted everyone to know that Zhixun and Qingqing were reconciled, so people should stop trying to set Zhixun up!

Besides, the New Year should be lively to feel festive.

Jiang Zhixun didn’t like crowds, and neither did Shen Qingqing.

Worried she’d be too polite to reject the elders’ arrangements.

Jiang Zhixun said, "We have other plans."

Madam Jiang looked curious, "What plans?"

Father Jiang sighed, "Why ask so much? Are you going to follow them?"

They’re not kids anymore, surely they wouldn’t want to share everything with the elders.

Asking too much would only annoy the young ones.

Father Jiang reiterated, "When kids grow up, we as parents should let go, in all aspects."

Whether in work or life, don’t interfere.

If they need help, then lend a hand.

Madam Jiang huffed, "You men are so care-free, it’s the only way you can ignore everything."

Father Jiang felt unjustly accused, "That’s not what I meant."

"Then tell me, don’t you want to be an idle boss?"

Father Jiang: "They don’t need me to do anything."

Madam Jiang: "Even if they don’t say anything, can’t you actively ask and help out?"

"No asking."

"And you say you aren’t care-free!"

Father Jiang said, "Less worry means a more comfortable life."

If the kids were hopeless, parents would have to worry.

But if they have their own ideas, work earnestly, and don’t muddle their lives, then what is there to worry about?

"I know you mean well, but be careful not to become a burden on the children," Father Jiang advised.

Though she knew her husband was right, the couple was used to bickering, needing to talk on and on over the slightest thing.

Jiang Zhixun left the space for them, about to go upstairs to see if Shen Qingqing had woken up, but Madam Jiang called out to him again.

"She’ll come down when she’s awake. Why are you pestering her all day?"

Jiang Zhixun stopped, saying frankly, "Just going to get something from the room."

"I don’t believe you; all men are the same!"

Jiang Zhixun: "..."

He really wasn’t planning to bother her, just wanted to take a look...

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