After three years of marriage, she didn't go home? 70's Jiaojiao wants a divorce

Chapter 249 I am a family member
Jiang Zhixun is getting older and older, and he is still all alone.

Even his superiors were worried about him.

Once the marriage certificate was submitted, everyone was relieved.

After completing the procedures, it was approved smoothly.

Knowing that things could go wrong, Jiang Zhixun's first priority was to get a marriage certificate with Shen Qingqing.

After getting their marriage certificate, the couple invited relatives and friends to dinner during their honeymoon, allowing them to enjoy a few days of alone time together.

"I have no classes tomorrow morning, so it's perfect time to go get the marriage certificate. The Civil Affairs Bureau will be closed the day after tomorrow."

Jiang Zhixun squatted down in front of Shen Qingqing, holding her hand, his dark eyes filled with excitement and anticipation.

Like a big wolfhound, if it had a tail, it would definitely wag it wildly.

Shen Qingqing agreed to Jiang Zhixun's arrangement.

But then she teased him on purpose, "So eager, are you afraid I'll run away?"

Jiang Zhixun couldn't stand the word "run".

He intertwined his fingers with hers, a sharp glint flashing in his deep eyes, "You can't escape."

Shen Qingqing snorted, "My legs are my own, I can run away whenever I want. This is a society governed by law, you can't possibly lock me up at home, can you?"

Jiang Zhixun was already nervous, and she deliberately contradicted him, which made him so angry that he bit her wrist.

It wasn't too hard, but it left a mark.

The weather is starting to get warmer, so I'm not wearing thick clothes anymore, and my sleeves can't cover the teeth marks.

It's ambiguous, appearing and disappearing.

"Jiang Zhixun, are you a dog?"

"Who told you to bully me?" the man said matter-of-factly.

His gaze was fixed on Shen Qingqing's lips. "If you talk nonsense again, I'll kiss you for every word you say."

Shen Qingqing: "..."

Feeling that this wasn't enough of a deterrent, Jiang Zhixun added, "One word, twice!"

What's on your head all day long?

The pillow hit him, and Jiang Zhixun caught it deftly.

A half-smile, a half-hearted laugh: "You don't know?"

"Shut up."

Jiang Zhixun: "I didn't say anything."

He didn't speak directly, but his gaze was intense, as if he wanted to stare a hole through Shen Qingqing.

Shen Qingqing glared at him, "Watch your eyes!"

"Oh."

The gaze that had been fixed on Shen Qingqing's face shifted downwards.

His gaze swept over her luscious lips, her long, slender neck, and her beautifully shaped collarbone…

His eyes held an aggressive glint, the kind of look one would give to someone with whom they've had an intimate relationship.

Shen Qingqing's heart tightened, "Jiang Zhixun!"

The man looked completely innocent. "I didn't do anything."

Enraged, Shen Qingqing grabbed his handsome cheek and said, "How can someone be so shameless?"

"Do you still need to put on an act in front of your wife?"

Jiang Zhixun answered his own question, "I don't think it's necessary. If I'm too serious, you'll suspect I'm crazy."

Shen Qingqing: "..."

Even before he had sex, Jiang Zhixun always wanted to stick close to his wife.

After that day, things spiraled out of control.

I often dream of erotic and ambiguous scenes at night.

Having had experience, my dreams are more realistic than before.

Jiang Zhixun couldn't even count how many times he had washed the bed sheets during this period.

Shen Qingqing sat on the single bed, and Jiang Zhixun squatted in front of her, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.

Seeing the faint blush on her face, I thought she looked absolutely beautiful.

A little thought popped into his head again: "Honey, should I stay tonight?"

Shen Qingqing refused. This man would never stop causing trouble once he started. She could let him do as he pleased during her vacation, since she had already enjoyed herself.

But one must exercise restraint on weekdays.

"I need to get up early tomorrow. I need to dress nicely and put on makeup to get the marriage certificate."

Jiang Zhixun cleared his throat. "What are you thinking? What I mean is, I'll stay here so we can go out together tomorrow morning."

Shen Qingqing smiled faintly, "Do you think I'm that easy to fool?"

Jiang Zhixun is shameless enough to refuse to admit what he was thinking.

I got up and walked to the desk to organize the materials needed for getting the marriage certificate.

Having had the experience before, he knew the process of getting the marriage certificate and what he needed to prepare.

Shen Qingqing didn't need to worry; Jiang Zhixun prepared everything all by himself.

He put the materials in a separate file folder, sealed it, and placed it in a prominent place on his desk. Shen Qingqing watched his every move to make sure nothing was left behind.

He leaned to his side and lay lazily on the bed.

Jiang Zhixun glanced at her to make sure she was alright before continuing to pack his things.

"Go back now, and come pick me up tomorrow morning."

Jiang Zhixun snorted, "This is the last time."

"Ok?"

"Once we get the marriage certificate, even if you try to kick me out, I won't leave."

He's very busy with work and rarely gets to see his wife, so he just wants to be with her all the time!
Shen Qingqing touched the bed frame. "It's a bit small, it can't fit you."

The bed was provided by the school.

It's just right for one person, but a bit cramped for two.

Jiang Zhixun, however, felt it was just right.

"It's okay, I'll hold you."

Why would you need such a wide bed?
It takes up space!
It's better if they hug each other tighter; it'll be warmer in the blankets.

How good!

Shen Qingqing corrected him, "This is my bed, who gave you the right to say it's okay?"

The man looked smug. "I'm a family member."

From now on, he can legitimately participate in everything Qingqing does.

Jiang Zhixun was in a great mood.

In high spirits, he went to choose clothes for Shen Qingqing.

"Wife, which dress should I wear?"

There were several skirts hanging in the closet, including dresses and skirts.

Jiang Zhixun thinks his wife looks good in everything she wears.

He couldn't make a choice, so he had to let Shen Qingqing decide for herself.

Shen Qingqing pointed to the black skirt, "It goes well with that red shirt, it's festive."

Jiang Zhixun was already very familiar with Shen Qingqing's wardrobe, and as soon as she prompted him, he took out the shirt.

"I'll take it home and iron it, then bring it over tomorrow morning."

Shen Qingqing felt that it was already very smooth, without a single wrinkle.

"Is it really necessary to go to such lengths?"

Jiang Zhixun nodded, "Yes."

Getting a marriage certificate is a big deal; we can't let the details ruin Qingqing's mood.

He had to solve everything he could think of.

Seeing how serious Jiang Zhixun was, Shen Qingqing let him be.

It's good to give him something to do, so he doesn't get too excited and can't sleep all night.

After putting together his outfit, Jiang Zhixun asked Shen Qingqing, "When do you want to wash your hair and take a shower? I'll get you some hot water."

Then she changed her mind, saying, "How about we get a hotel room? It'd be more convenient. I'll take you back after you shower, or you can just stay there."

Mumbling non-stop.

Shen Qingqing sighed helplessly, "Jiang Zhixun, you're going to turn into an old woman."

He wasn't like this before.

When we first met after he returned to China, he didn't say much.

Jiang Zhixun's eyes flashed dangerously. "You think I talk too much?"

Shen Qingqing smiled and said, "I don't mind. I'm just worried that you'll age faster if you worry too much."

Jiang Zhixun was heartbroken.

In a few months, it will be his thirty-fourth birthday...

I don't know if it's because Qingqing is by my side or for some other reason, but time seems to fly by.

Another year has passed in the blink of an eye.

He walked over to Shen Qingqing, touched his face, and asked, "Will you find me disgusting?"

Seeing the unease in his eyes, Shen Qingqing chuckled, "Why are you still concerned about this?"

I am five years older than you.

People kept using this to hurt his feelings, and after it happened so many times, Jiang Zhixun couldn't ignore it anymore.

In Shen Qingqing's mind, Jiang Zhixun has always been confident.

She was still a little unaccustomed to this sudden turn of events.

I touched his short hair; it felt prickly and a little tingly.

Yet, for some inexplicable reason, I wanted to touch it.

When I fell in love with you, you were five years older than me.

Jiang Zhixun raised the corner of his mouth.

With a firm tone, she said, "Shen Qingqing, you love me."