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

Chapter 332 Ending
That night, when they went to bed, Shen Qingqing told Jiang Zhixun about Lin Fengmian.

Jiang Zhixun immediately got out of bed, his expression serious, as if he was about to do something important.

"doing what?"

Jiang Zhixun: "Talk to the two kids and give them some ideological education."

Shen Qingqing was both amused and exasperated. "They're all asleep. Let's talk about it tomorrow. Don't disturb them."

"Can't wait."

"So impatient?"

"It's urgent."

Jiang Zhixun couldn't imagine how he would feel if his own child experienced something like that.

We must start from childhood and instill safety awareness in them.

One should not have the intention to harm others, but one must be wary of others. The things that need to be instilled in children must be instilled in them early on.

Can't delay.

If we delay, the children might get hurt.

Jiang Zhixun only has these two children, and they were born to the woman he loves. He cherishes them and doesn't want them to get hurt.

Not even a tiny bit.

I glanced at the time. "They probably aren't asleep yet."

Shen Qingqing rolled herself up in the blanket, turned over, and started to drift off to sleep. "Whatever."

Jiang Zhixun kissed her forehead. "I'll be back in a bit."

Shen Qingqing snorted, "It's best if they don't come back."

"If you don't come back, who will warm your bed?" Jiang Zhixun still had the mind to joke.

Shen Qingqing raised her chin. "That's all you're good for."

Jiang Zhixun disagreed.

"It has other uses too, I'll show you when I get back."

Shen Qingqing covered her ears.

This person looks very serious; who would have thought he's like this in private?

They can say anything.

Aren't you ashamed!

Jiang Zhixun tucked his wife in and tiptoed out of the bedroom.

They urgently called the two children to the living room.

Provide them with safety education.

Xiaoman yawned repeatedly, "We're not stupid, why would we go with strangers?"

Jiang Zhixun said with a serious expression, "Straighten your attitude."

Xiaoman dared not question it anymore.

The little body quickly sat up straight. "Daddy, you speak, we're listening."

"If someone is intent on deceiving you, it's not as simple as just not going with strangers. They'll tempt you with things you want and find your weaknesses to target you specifically..."

Shen Qingqing was not asleep.

Listen attentively.

Shen Qingqing vaguely heard Jiang Zhixun's teaching content. Although what he said made a lot of sense, the children were so young that she wasn't sure if they could understand it.

I'm thinking about whether I should make up some short stories to tell the children at the dinner table.

I heard the story and learned a lesson.

It's more useful than just talking dryly.

As mothers, Shen Qingqing and Jiang Zhixun felt the same way.

She didn't want those tragedies to happen to the children.

Safety education really needs to start from childhood.

I'm making up stories in my head, planning to tell them to the children at breakfast the next day.

As I was knitting, I finally fell asleep...

When Jiang Zhixun returned to his room, Shen Qingqing was already asleep.

Looking at her sleeping face, my heart softened.

He didn't have any grand wishes; he just wanted his family to be safe and healthy.

As soon as Jiang Zhixun got into bed, Shen Qingqing automatically snuggled into his arms.

This is a habit that has been formed over many years.

At these times, Jiang Zhixun felt that Shen Qingqing loved him very much.

The body's subconscious reaction doesn't lie. He stretched out his long arm, encircling Shen Qingqing's waist, his chest pressed tightly against her back.

The air was filled with a fragrance, exactly the same as the one she was wearing.

Shen Qingqing is sentimental; she has kept her clothes and shoes well all these years.

The skincare products, perfumes, and so on I use are always the same few kinds.

The scent was familiar, and Jiang Zhixun felt particularly at ease as he smelled it.

Everyone says the seven-year itch is a difficult hurdle, but Jiang Zhixun feels that time flies when he's with Shen Qingqing.

In the blink of an eye, several years have passed.

He always felt there wasn't enough time, and there were still so many things he and Qingqing hadn't done.

I wish time could slow down, just a little bit more.

Jiang Zhixun thought to himself about the seven-year itch. Qin Wenqiang had joked with him before, saying that after the seven-year itch, Qingqing might not even bother with him anymore.

Jiang Zhixun snorted inwardly.

He and Qingqing had a long-standing entanglement.

Twenty years of emotional connection have ingrained them in each other's very being.

They have so many ties that they can no longer live without each other.

The seven-year itch is nothing!
Holding Shen Qingqing in his arms, he drifted off to sleep, completely satisfied.

The next day, Shen Qingqing didn't go to work, and the children didn't go to school either.

I woke up a little late.

Jiang's mother had already prepared breakfast, including steamed buns that Shen Qingqing loved and fried eggs that the two children enjoyed.

The old man preferred light food, so Jiang's mother also stir-fried a plate of mixed vegetables.

Just as we were about to eat, someone delivered a letter.

"Teacher Shen, your letter."

When leaders, colleagues, or friends need to contact Shen Qingqing, they usually call her.

Shen Qingqing asked in confusion, "Where did it come from?"

"Shanghai Stock Exchange".

That was where Shen Qingqing lived as a child, and she has many fond memories there.

But it was all ruined by relatives.

Now, whenever I hear the words "Shanghai Stock Exchange," images of Shuxian and others involuntarily come to mind.

Shen Qingqing took a look and saw that it really was sent by Shu Xian.

"Qingqing, by the time you see this letter, your aunt will already be gone."

"That year, when Xiaoyu returned to Shanghai, his father had an affair with a young widow not long after he left."

“They had a child, but claimed it was the posthumous child of a widowed man, and forced me to adopt the child to give the illegitimate child a legitimate identity.”

“When I was young, I married him because I thought he was hardworking, ambitious, cultured, and a rare good man. For him, I was willing to stay at home to be a good wife and mother, and even cut off ties with relatives and friends. I was wholeheartedly devoted to them, but his family abandoned me.”

"After thinking it over, the only genuine affection I've ever felt in my life came from your mother. She was so good to me back then, giving me a lot of life advice, but unfortunately, I didn't listen to a single word she said."

"I'm sorry to you, and I'm sorry to my sister. I apologize to you here, and I'll tell my sister in person when she goes to the underworld."

"My aunt is divorced and didn't get much property. She wanted to leave you something, but she couldn't. All she can say is sorry."

I hope you are happy and safe.

"..."

Shen Qingqing glanced at the list quickly, her face expressionless.

Xiaoman: "Mom, who wrote the letter?"

"I don't recognize it, it might have been sent to the wrong address."

Shen Qingqing went into the kitchen, tore the letter to pieces, and threw it in the trash can.

Xiao Xi sat on a high stool, swinging her little feet back and forth, in a very good mood.

She patted the empty seat, which was right between her and Jiang Zhixun, and exclaimed, "Mom, come quick!"

Jiang Zhixun turned to look at her, his voice tinged with a smile, "If you don't come soon, the two little piglets will be drooling."

"coming."

She is very happy now.

I don't need anyone's apology, nor do I need anyone's blessings.

She will live a good life.

Always love yourself!
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　Hooray for the book's completion! I was originally planning to write a historical romance or a CEO romance for my next book, but then I had a new idea for a period drama. Ugh, should I just stick with period dramas?
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