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

Chapter 55 Are You Satisfied?

After seeing off Mrs. Wang, Jiang Zhixun stayed alone in the ward to look after Shen Qingqing.

She was still asleep, so he could safely and boldly lock his eyes on her face.

The more I looked at it, the more those two scratches glared.

Shen Qingqing has very fair and delicate skin, and her pores are almost invisible to the naked eye.

When your complexion is good, you look no different from a peeled boiled egg.

He was injured at the moment, and his face was pale, making the two scratches very obvious.

Although the wound was not deep, she had delicate skin and must have felt it very painful.

For some reason, Jiang Zhixun inexplicably wanted to help her blow.

Just like coaxing a child, blow on it and the pain will go away.

The warm breath brushed across her cheek, and Shen Qingqing felt a little itchy.

People who live alone for a long time are always very vigilant.

Even in her dreams, Shen Qingqing's subconscious mind was telling her that something was wrong.

He suddenly opened his eyes and met a magnified handsome face.

"Jiang Zhixun, are you sick?"

Shen Qingqing was still in shock and subconsciously wanted to sit up.

Jiang Zhixun quickly held her right shoulder and said, "Don't move."

Shen Qingqing glared at him angrily.

"Don't you know that scaring people can kill them?"

Shen Qingqing's heart was beating fast and she was really scared.

Jiang Zhixun looked embarrassed, and his ears were red as if they were about to bleed.

He didn't know why he did such an incredible thing.

"You have a scratch on your face, and I was worried that you would be hurt." He explained himself, but his confidence was not strong enough.

"Don't worry about it!"

Anyone would get angry if suddenly frightened.

Shen Qingqing has a good temper, but that doesn't mean she is a hardened person without any emotions.

The rise and fall of her chest was noticeable, she was really angry about Jiang Zhixun's actions.

Jiang Zhixun didn't know what to say and could only remain silent.

The air is quiet.

It was so quiet that only Shen Qingqing's breathing could be heard.

The man sitting on the stool tensed his back and secretly exerted force with his hands on his knees.

He was very afraid that Shen Qingqing would get angry.

They just stared at each other, neither of them speaking.

It could be the effect of the anesthetic, or it could be that the abrasions were nothing compared to the broken bones.

Shen Qingqing didn't feel any pain on her face.

But Jiang Zhixun said the injury was on his face and she couldn't ignore it.

After a few minutes, Shen Qingqing was the first to break the deadlock.

He said stiffly, "Bring me my mirror."

Afraid that Jiang Zhixun would be like a headless fly and unable to find where things were, he reminded him again.

"In the compartment of the box."

Jiang Zhixun stood up and did as he was told.

In just a few seconds, he found what Shen Qingqing needed.

He held the mirror not too far away so that she could see the extent of the abrasion.

"I will do it myself."

Jiang Zhixun habitually wanted to refuse, but was afraid of making Shen Qingqing unhappy.

I could only let her do as she pleased and reminded her again, "Don't move your left hand."

Shen Qingqing felt strange.

Even three years ago, when their relationship had not yet become strained, Jiang Zhixun had not been so considerate to her.

Not to mention that a few days ago he was still confused and wanted to send her back to Beijing immediately.

His attitude changed so much that Shen Qingqing really felt uncomfortable.

If possible, she hopes Jiang Zhixun maintains his previous attitude.

Once they complete the divorce procedures, they will have no contact with each other for the rest of their lives and will treat each other as strangers.

Reach out and take the mirror.

At Jiang Zhixun's suggestion, Shen Qingqing looked at her cheeks and forehead, and deliberately moved the mirror closer so that she could see more clearly.

The wound wasn't deep, but the scratch was quite long. The marks at the ends were very shallow, while the middle part was more serious, bleeding, and now a blood scab has formed.

This minor injury is not a big deal, but it looks very prominent on the face.

Seeing Shen Qingqing frowning, Jiang Zhixun comforted her, "Don't touch water during this period and eat light food. It shouldn't leave scars."

Shen Qingqing nodded. As long as she was alive, everything else was a small problem.

Place a mirror on your bedside table.

The weather was very cold and the ward was also chilly.

Shen Qingqing's right hand had only been outside for a while when the back of her hand turned red.

Jiang Zhixun hesitated for a few seconds and forced her hand back into the quilt.

"are you hungry?"

He leaned over and held the corner of the quilt to prevent Shen Qingqing from moving.

The distance between the two of them was not close, but for some reason, Shen Qingqing felt a sense of suffocation and oppression.

The faint scent of soap, mixed with masculine scent, kept drilling into my nose.

Just like him, strong and domineering, she was lying on the hospital bed with nowhere to hide.

I can only place my hopes on Jiang Zhixun, hoping that he will take the initiative to stay further away, further away...

Jiang Zhixun could clearly see her rejection and became even more depressed.

There are also inexplicable grievances.

"Shen Qingqing, I'm taking care of you."

When Shen Qingqing heard these words, she thought they were Jiang Zhixun's warning to her not to be ungrateful.

With her hands under the quilt tugging at the sheets, Shen Qingqing raised her eyes and looked directly into Jiang Zhixun's eyes.

"Have you finished filing for divorce?"

In his 28 years of life, Jiang Zhixun has heard the word "divorce" more times than he has heard it during this period of time.

Gnashing his teeth, he asked, "Can you still recover properly?"

Shen Qingqing didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly, her meaning was very clear.

Jiang Zhixun once again felt the taste of frustration and clenched his teeth.

"It's already been written and handed over to the leader. Are you satisfied?"

Those deep eyes were filled with grievance, like a big wolfhound accusing Shen Qingqing of being cruel.

Shen Qingqing didn't know why he was feeling wronged.

He has been hiding for three years and now he is finally free. Shouldn't he be happy?
Not caring about Jiang Zhixun's mood, Shen Qingqing continued to close her eyes and sleep.

She has no appetite now and doesn't feel hungry.

I don’t want to trouble Jiang Zhixun even more.

The fracture would not heal in a short time, and Shen Qingqing did not dare to joke with her own body.

She was thinking in her mind that when the nurse came to check on the ward, she would ask people if there were any family members of the patients living on the same floor who were easy to get along with.

She is willing to pay people.

You just need to help her with some chores, you don't have to be with her 24 hours a day.

After lightly touching her left shoulder, Shen Qingqing's consciousness gradually drifted away.

The fear that was suppressed in my heart came out little by little.

If amnesia strikes, will she be able to take care of herself?

Should I find a reliable nanny in advance and make arrangements for my own future?

Shen Qingqing's eyes were confused and she was obviously uneasy.

Seeing her fragile look, Jiang Zhixun softened his heart.

He didn't argue with her anymore, opened the lunch box and wanted to feed Shen Qingqing some white rice porridge.

She was injured in the bones and couldn't move around.

After thinking for a while, he found the tissues from Shen Qingqing's box.

He took one and placed it around her neck.

His movements were too fast, and by the time Shen Qingqing reacted, she no longer had the chance to refuse.

"eat."

His voice was slightly cold, his face expressionless, and he looked to be in a bad mood.

He was unhappy, and Shen Qingqing suddenly became happy.

If he had refused to marry her three years ago, or had directly filed for divorce with her, he wouldn't have to "serve" her now.

"Jiang Zhixun, you deserve it."

Jiang Zhixun: “…”

(End of this chapter)