During this ti, Jiang Zhixun had lost count of how many people had scolded him.
He knew he deserved it.
But at tis like these, he wished everyone would stand by his side and help him win Shen Qingqing back.
After all, strength cos in numbers.
"Are you going to help or not?"
Qin Wenqiang snorted but didn’t agree right away. "Let first check Qingqing’s thoughts. If she has no intention of remarrying, don’t bother. Otherwise, you’ll just hand your rival ammunition."
If he asked her, wouldn’t Shen Qingqing hate him to death?
Besides, with Shen Qingqing’s temperant, she might not even tell the truth.
Without a second thought, Jiang Zhixun said, "Don’t let her know."
Qin Wenqiang wrinkled his nose. "You hide everything from her and still ddle in her affairs? Isn’t that bullying her? No wonder Qingqing couldn’t take you."
After holding back for a few seconds, Qin Wenqiang finally voiced his true opinion.
"Since you’re divorced already, why don’t you both live your own lives? You’ve both managed just fine these past three years. It’s not like either of you can’t live without the other."
Jiang Zhixun felt a headache coming on.
"I don’t want to think like that right now, can’t I?"
Even as an observer, Qin Wenqiang found himself itching to punch him.
"The world doesn’t revolve around you. You co and go as you please—what do you take Qingqing for?"
"My wife."
Three years ago, he hadn’t accepted the marriage and never even called Shen Qingqing his wife.
Now that they were divorced, the word rolled off his tongue more naturally every ti.
For the first ti, Qin Wenqiang saw soone so shaless. "Let Qingqing hear that and see if she doesn’t slap you!"
Jiang Zhixun felt a little guilty.
He’d never called Shen Qingqing that to her face.
Despite his guilty conscience, he couldn’t help but bring up the matter. "Will you be able to get to the bottom of it in a day?"
Qin Wenqiang was montarily at a loss.
"Even if you figure it out, so what? You’re divorced now, you’re stationed in the Northwest, and what—are you going to fly back in a fighter jet or sothing?"
Everyone kept reminding him that he and Shen Qingqing were divorced, that there was nothing he could do about it.
But the thought of letting Shen Qingqing get close to other n? Jiang Zhixun couldn’t swallow it.
Even if he wasn’t in Beijing, he had to know everything about Shen Qingqing’s situation.
"Just investigate," he said firmly.
Qin Wenqiang couldn’t argue with him anymore.
To ensure Jiang Zhixun could focus on his duties in the Northwest and serving the nation, he reluctantly agreed for now.
"I’ll give you an update tomorrow."
Only then was Jiang Zhixun satisfied.
"Also, keep an eye on Qingqing for ."
Qin Wenqiang reminded him, "I’m already married. Taking the initiative to pay attention to her... it’s not appropriate."
Jiang Zhixun suddenly rembered sothing.
When Shen Qingqing turned eighteen, soone in the compound tried to set her up with Qin Wenqiang as a match.
Even his own mother had been pleased at the ti and teased Shen Qingqing about it.
Before they had married, Qin Wenqiang had indeed treated Shen Qingqing very well.
The kind of guy who ca running whenever she called.
Jiang Zhixun hadn’t paid attention to these details before, but now sothing felt off.
Adding to that, every ti he asked for Qin Wenqiang’s help, the man always wanted to check with Shen Qingqing first, as if terrified she might be upset.
It was hard not to overthink.
But now, Qin Wenqiang was already married, with a child...
There was no point in asking anything now.
It would only create trouble for both sides.
Pressing his lips together, he said, "Fine. My parents will keep an eye on her; it should be fine."
The other man grunted in response.
Lastly, he told Jiang Zhixun, "Qingqing hasn’t been in touch with on her own for years now. If anything actually cos up, she probably wouldn’t even think to ask for my help. When you call or write her, just let her know—I’ll always be like a brother to her. No matter what kind of trouble she faces, I’ll help her resolve it."
Jiang Zhixun was slow to realize that Qin Wenqiang felt differently about Shen Qingqing.
Maybe he’d already let go, or maybe he was just hiding it better now.
But regardless, Qin Wenqiang’s concern for Shen Qingqing far exceeded his, as her forr husband.
Jiang Zhixun felt a wave of complicated emotions.
If he hadn’t married Shen Qingqing, would things now be very different?
Hearing no response from Jiang Zhixun, Qin Wenqiang thought the signal had gone bad.
He called out a couple of tis on the other end.
Jiang Zhixun, feeling heavy-hearted, finally spoke. "Do a favor and get to the bottom of this. From now on, if there’s anything, I’ll ask Qingqing directly."
This sudden politeness made Qin Wenqiang uncomfortable.
The words he’d planned to jab him with never made it out of his mouth.
"Wait for my update," he said simply.
The call ended, but Jiang Zhixun remained standing there, unmoving.
His face was serious. His adjutant asked curiously, "Captain Jiang, has sothing happened?"
"Nothing," Jiang Zhixun replied.
He began walking away.
His mind was a chaotic ss, filled with nothing but thoughts of Shen Qingqing.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make sense of his feelings.
If Qin Wenqiang had truly liked Shen Qingqing before, then over these three years... it seed he’d really held her back.
But to let her go? He couldn’t do it.
He had fallen for Shen Qingqing.
That night at the guesthouse, when he kissed her, held her, and spent the whole night with her—he should take responsibility for Shen Qingqing.
In the end, only one thought remained in his mind.
It didn’t matter what anyone else felt about Shen Qingqing; he wasn’t going to change his decision.
He wanted to remarry Shen Qingqing.
Absolutely!
To calm himself down, Jiang Zhixun went to the training field and ran a few laps. Then, carrying the gifts he’d brought from Beijing, he headed to Sister-in-law Wang’s house.
Although his leave wasn’t over yet, he had returned to his post early. The only explanation must have been that the divorce was real.
Otherwise, why else wouldn’t he spend the New Year at ho with his wife?
Sister-in-law Wang sighed and shook her head. "Such a wonderful woman. She even sketched so designs for and taught to knit modern sweaters. She can do anything. And why? Because so people just don’t know how to cherish her."
As she spoke, her gaze darted toward Jiang Zhixun.
Compared to the confident and spirited man he used to be, he now looked dejected, utterly defeated.
Sister-in-law Wang found herself unable to keep making sarcastic remarks.
She tried to console him. "What’s done is done. You might as well find soone new at the post. Build a good life with her."
Her husband chid in. "When the ti cos, you can apply for housing and have your wife live here on base. Just don’t repeat your past mistakes and end up divorced again."
The invisible daggers stabbed right into his heart, making Jiang Zhixun’s expression stiffen.
Helplessly, he said, "That’s all speculation."
At the very least, Shen Qingqing needed to recover from her illness and forgive him before he could even bring up marriage again.
It had to be done step by step.
Otherwise, if he brought up remarriage at every turn, Shen Qingqing might really think he was crazy.
Sister-in-law Wang teased him on purpose. "Lin Fengmian has always liked you. Everyone in the compound knows that. She’s lively and cheerful, a hard worker. Why not give her a chance?"
At the ntion of Lin Fengmian, Jiang Zhixun’s mood instantly soured.
Shen Qingqing had been a beloved child growing up.
He never imagined she’d endure so much hardship on her trip to the Northwest.
And so of the bla fell on Lin Fengmian.
Jiang Zhixun couldn’t bring himself to argue with a woman, but he couldn’t shake his unease.
Whenever he thought of Shen Qingqing looking aggrieved, his chest tightened with discomfort.
That day at Lin Zhidong’s house, Lin Fengmian had said such hurtful things, driving Shen Qingqing away in anger.
If he had defended Shen Qingqing then and left with her, maybe when they talked about divorce, she would have hesitated?
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