After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?
Chapter 239: Blessings Are Ahead

Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Blessings Are Ahead

Shen Qingqing promised to take the old man out for an outing.

Unfortunately, she and Jiang Zhixun were busy with work, so it was postponed.

By the time they finally fulfilled the promise, spring was almost over.

That day was Shen Qingqing’s birthday, and they both happened to be on vacation, taking the old man out in the morning and dining out.

In the afternoon, they sent the old man home to rest.

They stay in the compound for dinner.

Madam Jiang ordered a birthday cake for Shen Qingqing and cooked a large table of dishes, as grand as a New Year celebration.

Yang’s mother came to the Jiang Family to talk about something and saw the scene, thinking that maybe Shen Qingqing and Jiang Zhixun had gotten their marriage certificate.

Upon inquiring, she found out it was Shen Qingqing’s birthday.

As a fellow woman, Yang’s mother envied Shen Qingqing for receiving the in-laws’ attention and admired Madam Jiang’s magnanimity.

Not only did she raise Shen Qingqing, but she also let go of past grievances, turning over unpleasant matters.

This is something not everyone can do.

To celebrate Shen Qingqing’s birthday on such a grand scale.

To say they treated Shen Qingqing like their own daughter was not an exaggeration.

Due to Yang Fen’s actions, Madam Jiang never initiated contact with Yang Family.

Even though they have known each other for decades.

Only when running into each other, Yang’s mother would greet first, making small talk just to keep up appearances.

Yang’s visit surprised Madam Jiang.

She thought not deepening the relationship had become a tacit understanding between both families.

"Is there something you need?" Madam Jiang asked.

Yang’s mother took out an invitation, "Xiao Fen is getting married next Sunday. We’d like to invite you and Qingqing to the wedding banquet."

Madam Jiang cursed in her heart, having to give a wedding gift if they attended.

Why should she give that money to Yang Fen?

Out of face, she accepted the invitation.

With a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, she said, "If I’m free, I’ll definitely go, but Qingqing and Zhixun are busy with work, so they probably can’t go."

No one mentioned that matter, but Yang’s mother hadn’t forgotten.

Every time she thought about it, she felt embarrassed.

She didn’t blame the Jiang Family for being cold; she only blamed herself for not managing her daughter well, letting her make a mistake.

The Jiang Family didn’t pursue the matter, already giving a lot of respect.

With a cheerful demeanor, she said, "Young people being busy with work is normal. If you can come, come. If not, we understand that young people should prioritize their careers."

Madam Jiang nodded, "Congratulations to you and your family in advance."

Yang’s mother replied with a smile, "With our eldest daughter getting married, her father and I can finally relax."

Madam Jiang: "Let her lead a good life; blessings are yet to come."

Hopefully, she wouldn’t get any ideas about their Zhixun again.

If she ruins the couple this time, Madam Jiang wouldn’t forgive Yang Fen, she thought.

The table was filled with dishes, and there was a birthday cake on the living room coffee table.

It looked like it was time to eat.

Yang’s mother felt it was inappropriate to stay longer.

"Enjoy your meal, I’ll be heading back now."

Madam Jiang tried to keep her, "Join us, the more, the merrier."

Yang’s mother waved her hand, "I’ve eaten; I have a lot to do at home and need to oversee things."

Madam Jiang, understanding, said, "Organizing a wedding does take effort, so I won’t keep you."

"There’s nothing to keep. We live in the same compound; if I have time, I’ll come over to chat with you."

With a wave, Yang’s mother left with a smile.

Once she was gone, Madam Jiang went back inside and placed the invitation on the living room table.

She muttered, "Yang Fen has some nerve. That handwriting is clearly hers. How dare she invite us?"

Father Jiang asked, "How do you know her handwriting?"

"Such ugly writing, if it’s not hers, whose could it be?"

Madam Jiang looked disdainful, "If I sprinkle rice on a notebook and let chickens peck at it, it would look better than her handwriting!"

Father Jiang: "..."

The truth was, he had seen Yang Fen’s handwriting when she used to do homework at their home.

He used to think it was neat and delicate, just like Yang Fen herself.

Now it looked uglier no matter how he saw it.

Madam Jiang snorted, "A person is like their handwriting!"

Father Jiang, helpless, said, "Stop talking nonsense and let’s eat. After the meal, there’s cake. If we delay any longer, it’ll be dark when we’re done."

Madam Jiang glared at him, "Why the rush? It’s not like we’re hurrying to be reincarnated."

Jiang Zhixun lightly coughed, "Mom, say something nice."

It’s Qingqing’s birthday today; talking about reincarnation felt strange.

Madam Jiang realized and quickly swallowed her complaints.

"Let’s not mention them; whether Yang Fen is doing well or not has nothing to do with us, as long as she doesn’t bother us."

The name was something Jiang Zhixun didn’t even want to hear.

He gave Shen Qingqing a piece of fish, "Eat."

Shen Qingqing didn’t want to hear about Yang Fen either; maintaining face was the elders’ business.

She wouldn’t attend the wedding, give any gift, or bless someone who targeted her.

In reciprocation, Shen Qingqing gave Jiang Zhixun a meatball, "Congratulations on passing the assessment!"

A smile appeared on his usually stern face.

He loved his career dearly.

Passing the assessment smoothly brought excitement and gratitude in his heart.

Beneath the table, he gently squeezed Shen Qingqing’s hand in silent thanks for her companionship during this time.

The meatball wasn’t too big or small; it was perfectly bite-sized.

The aroma was rich.

Jiang Zhixun thought, what his wife picked tasted the best!

Seeing them like this, Madam Jiang could no longer bring up Yang Fen.

No one was interested in hearing anything, good or bad, about irrelevant people.

"Eat more; it’s all your favorites."

As the cook, she loved watching others devour her dishes.

Eating everything up was the highest compliment to her culinary skills.

Speaking, she gave Jiang Zhixun and Shen Qingqing each a chicken leg.

Shen Qingqing subconsciously wanted to give it to the old man.

The old man refused, "Gets stuck in my teeth, too much hassle to eat."

It’s a fact.

With the Jiang Family’s means, it wasn’t necessary to fight over a chicken leg.

Shen Qingqing kept the chicken leg for herself and turned to give the old man the meat from the fish belly.

She picked out the bones along the way.

"No wonder they say daughters are warm jackets; they’re indeed more considerate than boys," remarked Madam Jiang.

She glanced at her son.

Earlier, when he gave Qingqing fish, he didn’t pick out the bones.

Mother and son understood each other; Jiang Zhixun’s earlobes turned red.

If it weren’t for the elders present, he would have done it.

He said leisurely, "Your daughter-in-law has thin skin and doesn’t allow me to do too much."

The term daughter-in-law earned a side-eye from Shen Qingqing.

Jiang Zhixun raised an eyebrow, "Why are you glaring at me? What did I say wrong?"

Shen Qingqing felt he was being provocative.

"Just eat your food."

"Oh."

He looked like he was utterly tamed by Shen Qingqing.

A slight curl on his lips, he savored it sweetly.

Madam Jiang casually asked, "Zhixun’s right. So when are you two planning to officially become husband and wife?"

The air was quiet for a few seconds.

Jiang Zhixun said, "Officially? That was nine years ago."

They had already been married.

She was destined to be Jiang Zhixun’s wife for life!

"Exactly, who doesn’t know Qingqing is our Jiang Family’s daughter-in-law?" Father Jiang echoed.

Madam Jiang glanced at Shen Qingqing’s expression.

She looked calm, no different from usual, leaving her true thoughts indiscernible.

Was she happy?

Or not happy?

Shen Qingqing did not avoid the question, "The way we are now isn’t much different from being married, he goes to work, and I have to go to work too. We can only spend more time together on holidays; getting the certificate would probably be the same."

Madam Jiang said anxiously, "How can it be the same? With a marriage certificate, you are each other’s legal family. To put it bluntly, if one party goes to the hospital, the other might have to sign the paperwork."

Shen Qingqing: "..."

Jiang Zhixun: "..."

"Mom, say something nicer."

Madam Jiang: "The words are rough, but the reasoning isn’t."

Though unpleasant, Shen Qingqing did take it to heart.

She and Jiang Zhixun had both experienced hard times; having a family companion indeed made things different.

Again, "Let it be natural."

A moment of disappointment flashed for Madam Jiang; she had hoped there was a chance seeing Qingqing’s subtle expressions soften just now.