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

Chapter 252 Married Man
Jiang Zhixun was sent back to his dormitory to rest by Shen Qingqing.

Lying on the single bed, surrounded by a sweet fragrance.

The blankets, pillows... all smelled of fragrance, just like the one on Shen Qingqing.

The soft pink sheets, duvet cover, and pillows clashed terribly with Jiang Zhixun's cold and aloof demeanor.

But as a married man, his lying in such a pinkish color creates an eerie harmony.

Jiang Zhixun wasn't sleepy at first, but he quickly fell asleep in this atmosphere.

He was holding a pillow in his arms, just like he was holding Shen Qingqing.

I slept soundly and peacefully.

Four o'clock.

I set off on time to pick up the photos from the photo studio.

They took the photos themselves in the suburbs. The scenery and the people were beautiful. The photographers all wanted to buy two photos at a high price to put in their shops to attract customers.

Jiang Zhixun disagreed.

He wanted to take them home and treasure them carefully, not one of them could be missing!
I paid and left with the photos.

After finishing her last class, Shen Qingqing pulled the candy out from under the table and asked the class committee to help distribute it.

A chorus of cheers erupted from the classroom, "Teacher Shen, may you have a baby soon!"

"A happy marriage for a hundred years!"

"May you grow old together in happiness!"

"..."

Shen Qingqing thanked them one by one, and said with a smile, "Have a nice weekend."

I took my textbook and left the classroom.

The noise hadn't stopped yet.

Although everyone knew that Ms. Shen had a boyfriend, her sudden marriage came as a surprise to everyone.

When Shen Qingqing first joined the company, some male classmates confessed their feelings to her.

It feels like I've just broken up with someone.

Once a woman gets married, she really has no chance to pursue men anymore...

As soon as Shen Qingqing stepped out of the classroom, her gaze was drawn to his tall figure.

The man who had been facing the flower bed turned around, waved to her, and then snapped his fingers in a roguish manner.

In a flash, unfamiliar images rushed into Shen Qingqing's mind.

The night was pitch black, and the streetlights shone dimly.

There was also a tall figure making this gesture towards her.

The scenes overlap, and the main character is the same person in both.

It’s Jiang Zhixun.

Although the illness was cured, the lost memories were not recovered.

Shen Qingqing wasn't sure if it was her hallucination or something that had actually happened.

Before I knew it, Jiang Zhixun had already walked up to me.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" He lowered his head, his deep eyes filled with concern.

"No discomfort."

The man visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Qingqing asked, "Were you like this before?"

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers.

Her words seemed abrupt, but Jiang Zhixun understood what she meant.

"Sometimes, I want to get your attention."

He also wanted to tease her emotions, to make Qingqing come alive for him.

Shen Qingqing opened her mouth, unsure of where to begin.

I'm a little annoyed. "Amnesia is pretty bad."

Jiang Zhixun instantly dropped his nonchalant demeanor and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Did you forget something again?"

Having been forgotten by Shen Qingqing once, Jiang Zhixun knew how painful that was.

I also know how confused and anxious she is.

He didn't want Shen Qingqing to get sick again.

Not at all!

Seeing how anxious he was, Shen Qingqing had no time to keep him in suspense.

If she doesn't explain clearly, Jiang Zhixun will probably take her to the hospital for a checkup.

Describe the fleeting scene.

"I always feel like that person is you."

She finally remembered some things from the past, which made Jiang Zhixun happy, but also a little scared.

After all, he was a real jerk during that time.

He forced himself to calm down. Qingqing remembered that everything was alright. He would behave well so that she wouldn't have any thoughts of leaving.

He let out a breath almost imperceptibly.

Jiang Zhixun's eyes were teasing. "I knew it. You were really spying on me back then."

The word "peeping" made Shen Qingqing blush. "You're talking nonsense."

Jiang Zhixun: "I'm not talking nonsense. If you don't believe me, I'll take you back to this place and see if you can remember it."

Shen Qingqing snorted, "No, I'm not going to swim. It's not a good thing anyway."

Although she couldn't recall the details, she already knew the major events that had occurred and could piece together the situation at the time.

Jiang Zhixun touched the tip of his nose. "The current me is not the same as the former me."

He appeared calm, but the anxiety in his eyes betrayed him.

Shen Qingqing secretly hooked her finger around Jiang Zhixun's, but her face remained serious, and she didn't look at him.

"If it were the old you, I wouldn't date you."

Without dating, there would be no marriage certificate.

Jiang Zhixun's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, slowly returned to its place, and he grasped Shen Qingqing's hand in return.

Very hard.

Without saying anything, I quietly walked forward.

I went back to my dorm first.

Seeing Shen Qingqing packing two books, Jiang Zhixun made a face and said, "Teacher Shen, are you still working on your honeymoon?"

Shen Qingqing: "I can watch it when I have nothing to do, since I'm just killing time anyway."

Jiang Zhixun said in a low voice, "Only seven days off."

"Seven days, surely there won't be no free time at all?"

They weren't having a wedding, and apart from entertaining relatives and friends three days later, there wasn't much else to do. Shen Qingqing thought the seven-day holiday was quite long.

He quickly packed the books and said, "Let's go home."

Jiang Zhixun could only let her have her way; whether she actually read the book or not was another matter entirely.

When they arrived at the compound, Jiang's mother had already prepared the meal and was waiting for them at the door.

Shen Qingqing was flattered and felt that Jiang's mother was exaggerating.

This isn't the first time they've come...

Jiang's mother asked impatiently, "Have you gotten the marriage certificate yet? There shouldn't have been any problems, right?"

Shen Qingqing nodded, "I've received it. It's with Jiang Zhixun."

Jiang's mother said, "Take a look at me quickly."

"I'll look at it when I get home."

Jiang's mother: "I walked and looked around."

Jiang Zhixun said helplessly, "If we're in such a hurry, would we lie to you?"

He was glared at and told, "Stop dawdling!"

Jiang Zhixun had no choice but to take out the marriage certificate.

He was carrying a bag with the words "Photo Studio" written on it.

Q: "Have you retrieved the photos?"

On the day they took the photos, Jiang's mother even went to join in the fun, saying, "Let me see!"

Jiang Zhixun felt increasingly helpless and pressed his temples. "Go inside and take a look."

Inside, cold dishes were already on the table, while the other dishes were still warming in the pot.

Seeing a cake, Shen Qingqing subconsciously asked, "Is someone having a birthday today?"

Jiang's mother waved her hand, "I bought these for you. Getting your marriage certificate is a big day, so you should eat something sweet."

After saying that, he added, "It was the old man's idea, and the money was also given by the old man."

Shen Qingqing was touched.

Over the past few years, the old man has not only spent money on them but also worried about them, and he has really suffered a lot.

I didn't see him. "Did he go for a walk outside? I'll go find Grandpa and bring him back."

Jiang Zhixun grasped Shen Qingqing's hand. "I'll go."

Give her the book bag, "Put your things back in your room."

"Row."

The photos were left downstairs for the elders to see.

Shen Qingqing took her marriage certificate and other things upstairs.

She hadn't returned for a few days and found that the bridal chamber had changed again. There were big red "double happiness" characters pasted inside, and a red-background photo of her and Jiang Zhixun was hanging on the wall.

There are also pairs of daily necessities.

Cups, slippers...

Upon opening the wardrobe, Jiang Zhixun's clothes were indeed found.

There were several new outfits she had never seen before, but they were her size.

It was prepared for her.

Their clothes each occupied one side, yet were tightly hung in a closet.

So intimate.

So ambiguous.

Shen Qingqing felt more and more certain that she and Jiang Zhixun were really married.

From now on, we'll eat and sleep together, living like an ordinary married couple!