The Film Emperor's Secretly Married Wife Ch. 7

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She couldn't help but feel that agreeing to go out had been a wrong decision.

If she'd known, she would have stubbornly stayed home, even pretending to have a fever or cold. At least then, Yu Jingxing would understand she didn't want to pursue anything. But she really didn't like making up lies like that.

So awkward.

This time, it was at a French restaurant near the landmark in H City.

She had always been curious about what it would be like when celebrities dine at a restaurant. Did they wear caps and sunglasses, sneaking in like thieves?

Now she knew. At least Yu Jingxing didn't have that habit. The most he would do was wear sunglasses—he didn't fully disguise himself. He simply took a private elevator, and within moments, they arrived at their private room, unobstructed, with no one else around.

However, to her surprise, Yu Jingxing and her dinner went very smoothly.

He was a true gentleman, always speaking at just the right moments, never saying too much, and following her interests. He seemed to know a little about everything, making her feel like he was both knowledgeable and refined.

Qi Zhen had unusual preferences; she loved horror films and horror novels. She liked thrilling things, anything that gave her a rush.

Even with these topics, Yu Jingxing could keep the conversation going. He didn't just scratch the surface; he pointed out many common features of horror literature and art, as well as their underlying merits.

When they talked about her favorite masters, he smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to like Master Zhou."

Zhou Hongyan was a Chinese horror film giant, having directed and written a series of classic horror films, creating a connected parallel universe. He was the master Qi Zhen admired most in recent years.

Yu Jingxing's fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints. His left hand was still wearing the watch from the advertisement, which made Qiao Chun think of the man in the ad—dressed in a well-tailored suit, with a detached and sharp look

But the man before her now seemed more mature and refined: "Coincidentally, I'm friends with Evan. If you have time, he'll be visiting H City next month."

Qi Zhen couldn't help but get a little excited. "Really? You actually know him..." When she looked into Yu Jingxing's eyes, she suddenly felt a bit shy.

Qi Zhen swore, she had really... planned to lay it all out with Yu Jingxing after dinner.

She had even prepared her words.

The same old speech:

She wasn't looking for a husband with a background in the entertainment industry, she wanted someone her age. Of course, of course! He was incredibly charming, he would certainly find a partner. They just weren't right for each other.

The air fell silent for a moment, with the fragrance of red wine lingering in the air.

Qi Zhen embarrassingly nodded, her almond eyes sparkling a little as she stirred her coffee spoon, "Um... sorry to trouble you!"

Yu Jingxing lowered his gaze to look at her, his long lashes resting gently over his light-colored pupils, the corners of his lips curling into a smile, "It's my pleasure."

After dinner, Qi Zhen checked the time and saw it was getting late, so she decided not to go home that night. She asked Yu Jingxing to take her to the apartment near the school.

The apartment had been rented by her mother. The original intention was for Qi Zhen not to live on campus. Luo Linzhen thought that the dorms were crowded, the facilities were not great, and the bed was small and uncomfortable—she couldn't stand it.

Qi Zhen of course knew her mother meant well, but she didn't often stay there. Most of the time, she preferred the dorms and didn't like doing things differently from others. However, due to some issues, her relationship with her roommates had never been very good, and it had even become a bit distant.

Before getting out of the car, Qi Zhen was still a little nervous, worried about being caught by paparazzi.

When she was with Yu Jingxing, Qi Zhen felt even more nervous than he did, almost sweating with anxiety.

Yu Jingxing noticed her nervousness and just smiled. "It'll be fine. Don't worry."

He didn't elaborate on why it would be fine, but his tone was light and casual.

Qi Zhen felt a little embarrassed, staring at her toes, then thought for a moment and said, "Sorry for the trouble today. I'll treat you to a meal sometime."

Yu Jingxing smiled, his brown eyes warm and wise, his voice soft. "What do you want to treat me to?"

He was much taller than Qi Zhen, with broad shoulders and long legs. Wearing a suit, he looked down at her under the moonlight, as if embracing her in his arms.

Even though her idol wasn't Yu Jingxing, but Feng Tanzhi, she still felt inexplicably nervous around him.

Qi Zhen blushed a little and looked up at him. "I'll treat you to my grandma's cooking. She makes the best food."

Yu Jingxing seemed a bit surprised but smiled and nodded, accepting the offer.

Qi Zhen immediately felt that what she said might be misunderstood.

She didn't mean to bring Yu Jingxing to meet her family. She just thought that he must have been to all kinds of restaurants, and probably wouldn't find anything new there. If she wanted to be sincere, she believed her grandmother's food was the best.

Better than any restaurant.

The most important thing was, Qi Zhen's grandma was a fan of Yu Jingxing.

Compared to the younger generation, she preferred watching historical and literary films, and Yu Jingxing was a standout in that genre. His performance in the historical blockbuster The First Emperor was her favorite, and he was so good-looking, her grandmother didn't hide her admiration for him.

However... Qi Zhen didn't like shows without a romantic storyline!

So she had never watched The First Emperor much...!

She explained earnestly, "My grandma is your fan, and her cooking is amazing, so I hope you can try it. If she knew you were coming, she would definitely prepare something special. It might be a bit different from a restaurant..."

Qi Zhen felt a little shy. Yu Jingxing looked at her eyes, which had nowhere to rest, and his lips curved slightly. He gently patted her head, his deep brown eyes gazing at her, a gentle smile on his face. "Mm, then I'm looking forward to it."

Except when necessary, the man didn't have much physical contact with Qi Zhen, but now, as he patted her head, it felt more like the indulgent touch of an elder than a date.

It didn't feel like a romantic date at all.

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