The Film Emperor's Secretly Married Wife Ch. 10

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If Qi Zhen looked carefully, she would find that the major shareholder of Feng Tanzhi's company was, in fact, the elegant, smiling man who was watching her thoughtfully.

When asked what she liked about him, Qi Zhen seriously pondered and said: "He's super hardworking, super handsome, and his singing is amazing... uh, and his personality is good too, I guess?"

She wasn't sure why she liked him, it was just something she did when she had time, no need for a reason, right?

Yu Jingxing never commented on others, but sometimes he found it curious—what were young girls thinking these days?

Most of the time, to him, she was still a very young girl, naive and curious about her future, although she appeared obedient, she was a bit stubborn and didn't always listen.

Qi Zhen quietly said to him, "Actually, I don't want to go to school. It's a bit boring."

Yu Jingxing smiled, "When you reach my age, you'll realize that school actually isn't that bad. There aren't as many things to think about."

Qi Zhen bit the handle of her knife and twisted her body, "No way."

Yu Jingxing helped her place the knife and fork properly, and when he looked at her, there was a bit of a smile on his face, as if he were enjoying this moment.

Qi Zhen touched her face, unsure of what exactly he was smiling about.

While they were having dinner, her phone buzzed again with a message from Qi Zhaoyuan: [We're going to your grandma's house for dinner tomorrow. Your dad hasn't eaten with her in a while.]

Ever since her parents' divorce, her grandma had barely given her father a pleasant face.

It wasn't out of deep resentment, but rather because she was upset that he had wronged her precious granddaughter. If he had only humbled himself a bit, things wouldn't have ended up like this.

In fact, Grandma Qi came from a wealthy background. She had dividends from a private hospital she owned, but after her children started working, they stopped asking her for money. Qi Zhaoyuan, the youngest son, was especially proud and never liked to ask his mother for money. Over time, his family became quite poor, while Qi Zhen, the youngest, was still wearing little overalls and smiling like a little sun.

Qi Zhaoyuan continued chattering: [You're not young anymore, and in a few years, you'll need to get married. The person I introduced to you is a good match—he's a few years older, but in the future, someone reliable will be taking care of you, and I'll feel more at ease.]

So, her dad supported her marrying the movie star because he was afraid she wouldn't have anyone to look after her?

Qi Zhen stole a glance at Yu Jingxing and replied to Qi Zhaoyuan: [We don't talk anymore. Let's just leave that chapter behind.]

She thought dating and going out was fine, but marriage was something she wasn't ready for. For now, she was content.

Marrying a man with countless jealous fans would mean sitting on a high pile of lemons.

But Qi Zhaoyuan didn't reply for a long time—he was probably so angry he had stomach pains.

Most of the time, her father couldn't get angry with her. Qi Zhen was so innocent and soft-spoken that when she spoke, it was almost like she was coaxing people. It made it hard to get mad at her, and he couldn't even have a proper conversation with her.

He wasn't sure if he could find someone who could manage her.

After finishing the conversation with her father, Qi Zhen noticed that Yu Jingxing was looking at her. His gaze was like a deep pool of water, with a slight smile on his lips, or perhaps just a soft, distant warmth. He seemed to know exactly what she was thinking, which made Qi Zhen's hairs stand on end. She slowly put down her phone and sat up straighter, like a well-behaved student.

The next day, Qi Zhen went to her grandma's house. She got there early in the morning, and since her dad hadn't arrived yet, she helped her grandmother pick the vegetable leaves, trimming off the yellow and uneven ones. These were the simple tasks she knew how to do, but her grandmother still praised her for it. She worried about Qi Zhen getting tired or dropping things, showing how much she cared. That was what it meant to have a doting grandmother.

While picking the vegetable leaves, Qi Zhen asked her grandma, "I saw on my aunt's social media that Shan Shan knitted you a sweater. Is that true?"

Grandma Qi, Zhou Liangyuan, was sitting in the sunlight, wearing reading glasses as she read the newspaper. When she heard Qi Zhen, she smiled and replied, "That's true. You young people should spend more time on other things. Don't waste your time worrying about these things."

Qi Zhen smiled and said, "Well, I'll take a class and learn how to knit too. Then I can make you a sweater, okay, Lady Liangyuan?"

Her grandmother, Zhou Liangyuan, had come from a family that ran a private hospital and had a scholarly background. Her name meant "good fate and lasting bonds," which was a reference to her engagement to Grandpa Qi, which lasted until his death, and their relationship had been very loving.

Grandma Qi laughed, her face brightening. She said, "That would be wonderful. I'd love to wear a sweater made by you. Just remember, don't pick dull colors like yellow, gray, or black—those aren't festive. I like bright, lively colors."

Qi Zhen tilted her head, her ponytail resting on her slender shoulder, and chuckled at her grandmother's request.

By the time her father arrived, it was already past noon. He said there had been something urgent at the hospital, which was why he had to rush there before coming. He was holding several bags, full of things his mother liked to eat and use, clearly spending quite a bit of money. Behind him was a little tail—a young girl who was Qi Zhen's cousin, Shan Shan.

Shan Shan's parents were abroad on business, so she had been staying with various relatives lately.

Grandma Qi saw her son and, despite his stern expression, didn't say anything. After all, he was her own son. Even though he hadn't been a good son in the past, their relationship had warmed up over the years. Now in middle age, Qi Zhaoyuan had become more tender than he had been in his youth. It had been years since they had eaten a meal together.

Shan Shan, who hadn't seen her cousin in a long time, immediately clung to Qi Zhen. The little girl's energy was boundless as she pulled Qi Zhen to listen to music and watch movies together.

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