After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?

Chapter 309: Start From Childhood

Maybe it’s because Shen Qingqing really needed her husband’s care at this time.

The chicken soup noodles Jiang Zhixun cooked felt like a gourmet meal to her.

She praised him for his cooking skills.

She also praised him for caring for his wife and children, saying he’s a good husband and a good father.

Jiang Zhixun was flattered to the point of dizziness, wishing he could give Shen Qingqing the best of everything.

Xiao Man and Xiao Xi were moved to the living room by Jiang Zhixun, along with the crib.

They happened to be awake, and the old man was reading the newspaper to them.

In the room, while eating, Shen Qingqing quietly asked Jiang Zhixun, "Did you get treated like this when you were little?"

Jiang Zhixun couldn’t remember, "There probably was, right?"

He remembered things from when he was four or five, like the old man often scolding him for being naughty.

Later, the nickname "rascal" became his label...

Shen Qingqing laughed, "This is what they mean by education starting from a young age. I really see it now."

What family’s babies in confinement need to listen to the newspaper?

Jiang Zhixun was more than happy to temporarily move the kids out to let Shen Qingqing relax.

In a serious manner, he said, "What you see at three shapes what you will be at eighty; starting to nurture them now is crucial for their character development. Reading the newspaper is a good thing and should be continued."

Shen Qingqing shot him a look, "You plan to have the old man read to them every day?"

"Not impossible, the old man is very willing."

In a few years, when the kids grow up and can listen and read themselves, they won’t need someone to read to them.

Shen Qingqing grumbled, "You’re giving someone a task."

Jiang Zhixun stayed on the same point, "The old man is very happy. Didn’t you see how he treats the two little ones like treasures, afraid to drop them if held in his palm, or have them melt if in his mouth? We never got this treatment."

"What, do you want to compete with the kids for attention?"

"No competition." Jiang Zhixun shook his head, "As long as you cherish me, that’s enough."

Shen Qingqing gave him a meaningful glance and continued to eat her chicken soup noodles.

There were vegetables and meat, but it wasn’t greasy.

She really found it delicious and even drank all the soup.

Since Shen Qingqing needed to feed two children, Jiang Zhixun wanted her to eat more, but was afraid she’d overeat, which would be counterproductive.

"There’s more chicken soup in the pot. If you’re hungry tonight, I’ll make you some wontons."

Shen Qingqing also felt she needed an extra meal.

Eating small portions more often suited her situation now.

"Can the matter of hiring help be settled by tomorrow?"

"It can."

Jiang Zhixun already had someone in mind, "Zhou Jie’s older sister is the family of a martyr, slightly younger than our mom, straightforward in her ways. I met her once when I went to Zhou Jie’s house for dinner. Zhou Jie recommended her when he heard we were looking for help."

Shen Qingqing hesitated a bit, "Hiring a relative of an acquaintance, could that be awkward? If any conflict arises, it might affect your friendship with Zhou Jie, and then you both might not even remain friends, which would be a big problem."

He knew his wife would think this way.

She was meticulous and used to planning for the worst.

"Sister Zhou doesn’t have any children. She moved back to her mother’s house years ago. Her sisters-in-law at her in-laws’ place had a bunch of sons when they were young and are now busy helping with grandchildren, so they want Sister Zhou to lend a hand, even bringing her mother-in-law to intercede."

Shen Qingqing thought for a moment and sorted out the relationship.

"Does Sister Zhou have a bad relationship with her in-law family?"

If it were good, she probably wouldn’t have moved back to live with her family for long.

After all, the Zhou siblings were quite numerous and all had their own families.

With more people, there are more disputes.

A sensible person would choose to avoid suspicion.

Jiang Zhixun had already looked into Sister Zhou’s situation, "The relationship is not just bad; back in the day, those brothers and relatives were fighting over the family property. As Zhou Jie said, they’ve already torn each other apart. It’s just been so long; those people think they can move on."

Fighting over the family property.

Shen Qingqing had personally experienced that.

The behavior of some relatives is truly disgusting.

She asked Jiang Zhixun, "Did Sister Zhou suffer any loss?"

"She certainly did; dealing with scoundrels, those who speak reason often suffer."

Shen Qingqing nodded in agreement.

People who are too rational often get unlucky when dealing with hooligans and scoundrels.

"Did Sister Zhou refuse?"

"She refused, but Zhou Jie said those people are thick-skinned, bringing her mother-in-law over every few days to plead with her, hoping Sister Zhou would relent. Sister Zhou didn’t want her family to be harassed, so she even thought of going back to her in-laws to deal with them on her own."

Shen Qingqing clicked her tongue, "Wouldn’t that be jumping into a wolf’s den?"

Jiang Zhixun nodded, "So, upon hearing we were looking for someone to help with the kids, Zhou Jie proactively recommended his sister, saying her character is impeccable, she’s efficient, likes cleanliness, and since her in-laws couldn’t find someone suitable, they probably won’t make trouble again."

"Most importantly, Sister Zhou herself wants to find something to do. She used to help the neighbors with their kids; she’s quite experienced in childcare."

"Zhou Jie vouched for her with his own character, even stating that if Sister Zhou does anything wrong, he would be responsible."

Shen Qingqing laughed, "Well, that’s great. If anything happens, I’ll hold Zhou Jie accountable."

Jiang Zhixun smirked, knowing his wife was joking.

"So, we’ll go with this?"

"Let’s go with it."

Having experienced a similar life situation, Shen Qingqing’s perspective on Sister Zhou changed immediately.

As long as the other’s character wasn’t an issue, it would be fine to have her help.

After all, they did need someone anyway.

Jiang Zhixun and Zhou Jie were friends, and interpersonal interactions had to be considered.

"But on the ugly side, if Sister Zhou’s work isn’t to my satisfaction, I might change the person."

"Of course."

Xiao Man and Xiao Xi were his precious darlings too, and Jiang Zhixun wouldn’t joke about matters concerning the kids.

He told Shen Qingqing, "Zhou Jie thinks the same, so you don’t have to feel any burden."

Shen Qingqing scoffed, "I won’t feel any burden; I’m a wicked person!"

Jiang Zhixun couldn’t help but laugh.

"How wicked? Show me."

"How do you want to see it?"

"In bed?" the man asked in a low voice.

"Oh, you!" Shen Qingqing’s face flushed red, and she slapped Jiang Zhixun’s back.

He trained year-round; his back muscles were firm.

The slap actually hurt her own hand instead.

Jiang Zhixun quickly grabbed Shen Qingqing’s hand and blew on it, "Teacher Shen, hitting people is wrong."

"Who told you you’re asking for it!"

"I’m not allowed to speak the truth either?"

Shen Qingqing glared at him, "You still want to talk?"

Jiang Zhixun quietly shut his mouth. With his wife having been pregnant, he was cautious not to harm her body, always holding back.

Now that the baby was born, wouldn’t thoughts naturally wander in that direction?

"You’re almost forty, and you still think about that kind of stuff all day; aren’t you ashamed?"

Jiang Zhixun felt completely out of sorts.

"I haven’t even celebrated my thirty-fifth birthday; how am I almost forty?"

Shen Qingqing: "It’s just a few years difference anyway."

"But that’s not the same!"

According to her calculation, he’d soon be an old man!

Jiang Zhixun solemnly declared, "Teacher Shen, I hope you can be factual and not misuse exaggeration."

Shen Qingqing huffed, "It’s none of your business."

Jiang Zhixun really couldn’t do anything about her.

A bit melancholy, how could he be almost forty?