CHAPTER 262: CHAPTER 262 SWEET WORDS

Shen Qingqing had already hung up the phone, but Jiang Zhixun was still reluctant.

He hesitantly put down the receiver.

"A married man is really different. Who would have thought he could be so clingy? Two years ago, I wouldn’t have believed it even if you beat me to death!"

Zhou Jie laughed teasingly, even making an exaggerated kissing sound with his lips.

"Good thing Miss Shen isn’t around, or you’d probably eat her up!"

Jiang Zhixun was momentarily embarrassed.

But didn’t show it on his face.

"Eavesdropping on someone else’s call and you think you’re justified?"

"I didn’t want to listen either, but you were so high-profile, it was hard not to notice."

Zhou Jie patted Jiang Zhixun on the shoulder, looking satisfied.

"I was worried you’d get married late and wouldn’t know how to be romantic like young people, so you couldn’t make Miss Shen happy. Now it seems I underestimated you; you’re quite capable!"

Jiang Zhixun was speechless. "I got married when I was twenty-five, knowing how to make her happy is normal."

It was just that something unexpected happened in between.

But strictly speaking, they’ve been married for nine years, long passed the seven-year itch.

Zhou Jie: "You got married early, but you used to mess up, so no wonder you couldn’t make Miss Shen happy!"

Constantly having his flaws pointed out, Jiang Zhixun’s ears turned red.

He couldn’t understand now how he managed to do something so childish back then.

It really wasn’t a big deal, but he made it seem like the sky was falling.

In the end, it was just a misunderstanding.

Qingqing and the old man never conspired together.

Wasted so many good years for nothing.

Jiang Zhixun really couldn’t understand his past self, running off to the Northwest without even coming home for three years.

He wondered if he had a screw loose.

If he could travel back in time, he’d definitely go back and give that jerk a good beating!

He clenched his fist and coughed to clear his throat.

"Aren’t you going to call sister-in-law?"

"I am."

Zhou Jie looked at Jiang Zhixun warily, "Don’t eavesdrop on us talking."

Jiang Zhixun: "A guilty conscience!"

Since he eavesdropped on him and Qingqing talking, he measured others by his own standards.

Zhou Jie clicked his tongue, "I was listening openly and above board."

Not arguing any further, Jiang Zhixun walked out of the communication room, hands in his pockets, with a smile on his face and in a good mood.

Every time he talked to Shen Qingqing on the phone, he’d be in a great mood.

But thinking about not seeing her for the next three months, his spirits instantly dropped.

He touched his chest, where he kept a wedding photo of him and Qingqing.

That’s all he could rely on to console himself while thinking of her.

...

Shen Qingqing and Jiang Zhixun were busier than anyone else; once their wedding leave was over, there was no sign of them.

They had agreed to come back to the compound for dinner every Sunday, but for several consecutive weeks, Madam Jiang only got calls from Shen Qingqing saying she’s in a critical stage of her work and couldn’t come home to have dinner with them.

At the dining table, Madam Jiang suddenly sighed.

Father Jiang found it inexplicable, "What, did someone make you unhappy again?"

Madam Jiang glared at her husband.

"I just feel a little complicated."

"What do you mean?"

Madam Jiang: "I used to always hope the kids would be successful and make me proud. Now they are too successful, and I feel being a little ordinary is also good; at least I could see them every day."

Father Jiang looked disapproving, "Kids are independent people with thoughts, with flesh and blood. It’s a good thing they strive forward, willing to improve themselves; you can’t always keep them at home. They have their own lives to lead."

"I understand the reasoning; it’s just that when they’re not home, I feel uneasy."

Father Jiang: "What’s there to feel uneasy about? You don’t have to cook for them, you get to relax."

"You’re just thoughtless!" Madam Jiang said, "The kids haven’t been home for so long, and you don’t miss them."

"Missing them is useless too, speaking too much about it just becomes a burden for them."

His wife was entirely focused on the kids; Father Jiang felt a little jealous.

After the old man finished eating, he went to the yard.

Father Jiang said, "Don’t always keep thinking about them."

Madam Jiang countered, "If not them, then who should I think about?"

Father Jiang gave a fake cough, making his meaning obvious.

"We’ve been married for ages, what is there to think about? Besides, I see you every day, I’m tired of it."

Father Jiang: "..."

In a slightly resentful tone, "This hasn’t been that many years, and you’re already tired?"

Amused by his words, Madam Jiang chuckled, "We’ve been married for almost forty years; you tell me, isn’t that tiring?"

Time isn’t to be calculated lightly, in a blink, most of their lives had passed.

Father Jiang suddenly felt a little melancholy, "I still feel like a young guy; how have I been married for so many years?"

Madam Jiang rolled her eyes, "Since when did you start deceiving yourself? Still feel like a young guy, say it out loud and people will laugh to death."

"If you don’t say, and I don’t say, who will know?"

Madam Jiang: "I’ll say it."

Father Jiang: "..."

With a twitch of his mouth, "You can’t side with outsiders to laugh at me."

"And you know that’s a joke?"

Saying that, Madam Jiang couldn’t help but smile to herself.

She carefully observed her husband’s current appearance, white hair at the temples, and the traces of time on his face.

At home, he’s much more easy-going, but he still appears stern and dignified.

"We’re really getting old." Madam Jiang touched her own face.

Although she’s been very conscious of taking care of herself, she no longer has the tight and smooth skin of young people.

As if knowing his wife’s thoughts, Father Jiang smiled, "I’m old now, but you are still as beautiful as when you were young."

He fell in love with her at first sight.

At the very first meeting on a blind date, he had his heart set on her.

They have been married for so many years, and although there were ups and downs,

whenever things came up, they always stood on the same side and supported each other.

Being frankly complimented by her husband, Madam Jiang was a bit embarrassed, "When I was younger, I couldn’t speak sweetly, but now I’m not even ashamed."

"It’s not too late to say it now."

Despite her age, Madam Jiang’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, as if she had returned to those times when she was young and courting her lover.

Father Jiang’s eyes carried a smile, "This lifetime is worth it."

Both in family and career, he had no regrets.

Well,

if he had to talk about regrets, there was indeed one.

That was not teaching Jiang Zhixun well, leading him astray in matters of the heart.

With a smile on his face, the man suddenly slapped the table, "That brat, wait until he comes back to see if I don’t deal with him!"

Madam Jiang was startled.

"Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Father Jiang snorted, "That brat always infuriates people, a rotten apple spoiling the whole barrel."

Thinking of the past, it should have been all sweet memories.

But had gotten spoiled by that rascal.

The past years had no fond memories.

"He wasn’t satisfied with tormenting himself and Qingqing, he even made us suffer greatly."

Madam Jiang paused for a few seconds, then realized what her husband meant.

She was instantly caught between tears and laughter.

"They’ve already moved on, but you’re still dwelling on it."

Father Jiang: "I insist on remembering, so the moment he shows any signs of relapsing, see how I handle him!"

Brought upon himself a side-eye from his wife.

"Can’t you hope for something positive for them?"

Father Jiang snorted, not speaking.

Madam Jiang looked smug, "The young couple’s relationship is very good, you won’t have a chance to deal with him."