Chapter 87 I Want to Pursue You Again
There was only one bathroom in Kong Nanzhu's apartment. Qin Qi went in to take a shower. He looked at the familiar bottles and jars neatly placed on the shelves and felt like he didn't want to leave.
The divorce agreement clearly stated that they did not have any joint property. What belonged to each other was still theirs. They did not buy a house or a car after marriage. When Kong Nanzhu left, she only took some necessary things with her, and many small items were left in Lihua Garden.
During this period of time, Qin Qi relied on these things that were left behind to comfort himself by creating the illusion that Kong Nanzhu might return at any time.
Kong Nanzhu went back to her room and changed into clean clothes. When she was looking for a new, unused bath towel, she found a set of men's home clothes in a corner of the closet.
Kong Nanzhu was stunned for a moment, and realized that it was probably left behind by Xu Qingqing and Pan Yue when they came to live with her.
It’s better than Qin Qi going back in wet clothes.
Kong Nanzhu hopped on one foot to the kitchen to cook ginger soup. When she turned off the fire and jumped out of the kitchen, she saw Qin Qi still wearing his wet clothes, holding the home clothes she had placed at the bathroom door in his hand, and his ink-black eyes suppressed the surging storm.
However, just as he tried his best to suppress his violent emotions, Qin Qi's face turned pale, his eyes became dim, his huge body seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and his voice became hoarse, "Can I know whose clothes these are?"
Men's clothes, pajamas, appeared in Kong Nanzhu's apartment.
Qin Qi felt like the world was about to collapse.
He couldn't accept that someone new appeared next to Kong Nanzhu so soon, but he didn't want to scare her. At this moment, he suddenly realized that Kong Nanzhu might really be snatched away by someone else.
Was it Song Linyuan? Or some other man whose name he didn't even know?
When Qin Qi thought of this possibility, his heart felt like it was torn into thousands of pieces.
Kong Nanzhu felt as if she was being pierced through by Qin Qi's hurt and collapsed eyes. She knew that he might have misunderstood something. She was eager to explain, but was quickly shocked by her own panic.
Why does she care so much about Qin Qi's feelings?
So Kong Nanzhu pretended to be calm and said calmly, "When I was on a business trip, Qingqing brought her boyfriend to stay with us for two days."
Qin Qi's expression relaxed slightly. "She lives alone, why would she come to your place?"
The familiar feeling of oppression came back, and Kong Nan rubbed his arms helplessly, trying to calm himself down.
"During graduation season, her cousin came to Beijing to graduate and look for a job, and she stayed at her place temporarily. It was inconvenient for her to bring her boyfriend back."
Qin Qi was silent for a long time, and the coldness in his body slowly dissipated.
Kong Nanzhu looked at him and said, "Before the divorce is formal, I will not do anything deviant. I am not that kind of person. Also, after you finish your soup, you should leave."
The air was filled with the spicy smell of ginger.
Kong Nanzhu's words made the pain in Qin Qi's chest, which had just been relieved, worsen again. He didn't know whether to be glad or sad. When the cooling-off period was over and the divorce became a fact, what qualifications did he have to interfere in her life? He no longer even had the right to be jealous.
Seeing Kong Nanzhu's unnatural expression, Qin Qi was very annoyed. He blocked Kong Nanzhu's way back to her room and forced her to look at him. "I know you are not a casual person, so I had such a strong reaction. I thought someone else was allowed to enter your private area. I even felt that the moment I saw this dress just now was as big a blow to me as when I learned that my mother was in trouble."
Kong Nanzhu pursed her lips and stretched out her hand to resist his approach. "After you finish your soup, you should leave."
After saying that, she locked herself in the bedroom.
Kong Nanzhu didn't walk out until she heard Qin Qi leave from inside the door.
Qin Qi drank the soup and washed the dishes.
Kong Nanzhu also drank a bowl of boiling hot ginger soup, which was so spicy that tears came to her eyes.
Too much happened in one day, she needed a good rest.
There are still thirteen days left in the cooling-off period.
Soon the dust settled.
The results of Shen Jun’s examination came out, and she was suspected of having breast cancer, and further biopsy was needed.
Qin Qi traveled back and forth between school and hospital every day, doing intensive rehearsals for the graduation exam while taking care of Shen Jun personally.
After being transferred to the general ward, Shen Jun was in good spirits every day. He was optimistic when he learned that he was ill. He even advised Qin Hehai and Qin Qi to be more open-minded.
"Don't be so pessimistic. Even the doctor says we can't be sure yet. Early detection and early treatment are the best options. Technology is so advanced now. As long as it doesn't spread, everything will be fine."
Having gone through a life-and-death situation, Shen Jun already felt that he was very lucky.
Qin Qi seemed like a different person, having matured a lot overnight. He had never thought about such a heavy issue as the death of his parents before, but reality gave him a loud slap in the face.
He began to reflect on his past self.
His parents gave him good conditions, but he hasn't been able to do anything for them, not even meet their expectations.
He put aside family affairs to pursue his own dreams, forcing his mother, who was over 50 years old, to return to the busy and stressful business world. While enjoying his own life, he ignored the feelings of those around him. The problems he had avoided before were pushed in front of him by the sudden disaster.
He had to put aside his willfulness, get rid of his frivolity, and face up to the responsibilities he should bear.
Qin Qi knows that he is 22 years old this year. Without the support of his parents and family, his path to pursuing his dreams will not be smooth sailing. Those things from his parents that he regards as obstacles are not worth mentioning compared to the difficulties encountered by other actors of the same age.
"The doctor said that after I can get out of bed, I can go outside for a walk. You won't let me move or walk. What am I going to do with my rehabilitation?"
When Kong Nanzhu walked into the ward, Shen Jun was clamoring to go downstairs to get some fresh air. Qin Qi disagreed and sat aside with a stern face, peeling an apple with a fruit knife. He looked very unskilled and it was obvious that he had just started practicing for a short time.
"Nannan is here!"
As soon as he saw Kong Nanzhu coming in, Shen Jun smiled happily. Although he looked weak, he was in good spirits.
The fruit knife in Qin Qi's hand slipped and he almost cut his hand.
These days Kong Nanzhu always came when he was not around, and the two of them had hardly ever met each other. He could guess the purpose of Kong Nanzhu's visit today, because tomorrow was the last day of the cooling-off period.
Their marriage is about to officially end.
Shen Jun no longer had the intention to reconcile the two of them. She could see that Kong Nanzhu was determined to divorce Qin Qi, and she had no say in the matter.
She would be satisfied if Kong Nanzhu could let go of his worries and treat her the same way as before.
"Nannan, push me downstairs to get some fresh air. Staying in the room all the time will make you sick."
Kong Nanzhu walked to the bedside carrying a thermos. She had made kelp soup at home. The doctor said it was good for the breast. It was almost time for dinner, and she had social engagements in the evening, so she couldn't stay with Shen Jun for too long.
"The doctor said you can get out of bed and walk on your own. The plaster on your leg hasn't been removed yet, so it's better for you to just lie down and stay put."
Shen Jun stopped making a fuss and waited with a smile for Kong Nanzhu to serve her soup.
Qin Qi shook his head helplessly, "It's the same thing if I say it, it's the same as not saying it, but if she says it, you just listen."
Qin Qi cut the apple in his hand into two halves, giving one half to Shen Jun and the other half to Kong Nanzhu.
Kong Nanzhu didn't answer. "I have something else to do at six o'clock, so I can't stay long. What time is convenient for you tomorrow?"
The ward became quiet.
Really, I don’t want to wait even one more day.
Qin Qi: "In the afternoon, my dad has a meeting tomorrow morning, so I have to stay here."
Shen Jun became listless and took intermittent bites of the apple. Knowing that this day was coming, she still felt uncomfortable.
"Then we'll meet at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau at 3pm."
After confirming that Qin Qi would go with her to get the divorce certificate tomorrow, Kong Nanzhu chatted with Shen Jun for a few words and then stood up to say goodbye.
She had not walked far when Qin Qi caught up with her.
Qin Qi: "Are you free tomorrow night?"
Perhaps it was because the matter had finally come to an end, Kong Nanzhu felt relaxed and was in a rare mood to joke with him, "Why, are you celebrating our successful divorce?"
Qin Qi has lost a lot of weight. The T-shirt he bought last year has become too big for him, and there is a space between the sleeve and his arm.
Qin Qi must have been exhausted by recent events. He still sent messages every day to report his schedule as before, and never missed a morning or evening greeting. Kong Nanzhu could tell how busy he was from the words he wrote.
Qin Qi was not irritated by the indifference in her words. He seemed to have gotten used to Kong Nanzhu's resistance to him. Although his heart still hurt, he had already adapted to this pain.
"I want to pursue you again."
There were very few people on the VIP ward floor of the hospital , and there were only two of them in the corridor. After Qin Qi finished speaking, the corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant became so quiet that even the sound of a pin drop could be heard.
