The Film Emperor's Secretly Married Wife Ch. 12

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Once everyone had left, Grandma Qi started putting the dishes away in the dishwasher, not saying a word. After a long while, she sighed at the window, her tone tinged with helplessness, "They always talk about being filial, sending money and gifts, but they never come to visit much."

Qi Zhen helped her, smiling as he said, "But you have me, don't you?"

After the meal, Qi Zhen stayed with Grandma Qi to watch TV. The show that was playing was a rerun of a drama.

Grandma Qi, being a fan of Yu Jingxing, didn't watch TV dramas much, but when she did, she'd still enjoy them. The one on now happened to be the same drama, "Asking the World with a Smile," that Qi Zhen had watched a while ago.

In the scene, the man in the blue robe held a sword, the tip of the blade rising, blood spraying as he fought, while a group of assassins fell to the ground, crying out in pain. He had a faint smile on his lips as he sheathed his sword, the sound of silk and bamboo instruments ringing like clear waves.

His cold gaze met the princess in the courtyard who was playing the zither.

Qi Zhen, holding a chicken wing, forgot to keep eating for a moment...

Grandma Qi suddenly remembered something and, wearing her reading glasses, looked at her granddaughter, asking, "You said you're bringing a celebrity to dinner—don't try to fool your grandma."

Qi Zhen, not hiding anything from her grandma, thought for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed, "No, Dad didn't tell me his profession at first. Before I went on the blind date, I thought he worked at the Academy of Science too..."

The biggest issue was their age gap—there was a big mismatch in many areas. Qi Zhen didn't think it would lead to marriage.

Yu Jingxing hadn't told her not to talk about it, but Qi Zhen felt uncomfortable. After all, it was only a verbal agreement, and maybe the movie king, with his busy schedule, had forgotten about it. First, it would make Grandma wait for nothing, and second, it wasn't something she should talk about. Qi Zhen, being shy, didn't like bringing up things that had no real outcome.

Qi Zhen added, "Because of his profession, I thought I'd make sure he was coming before telling you who he was."

Qi Zhen added, "You know him, I know him. I actually quite like his work."

She used to like him, but now... not so much. Maybe her tastes had matured, and his work just felt a little too 'fast food' these days? But she couldn't say that out loud—Grandma would definitely get mad.

Grandma Qi paused, then quietly looked at the screen, following Qi Zhen's gaze. On the TV, the classic image of the young man in the blue robe was playing, his clothes swirling as he executed a fierce sword technique that seemed to dance through the air.

The old lady soon felt she was being overly suspicious. At her age, she paid more attention to entertainment news than expected, and she could recognize a few "little fresh meats" and "little puppies."

The idols her granddaughter liked, she had heard of them—a bunch of boys with colorful hair and pale, delicate skin.

Though Grandma Qi kept up with the entertainment industry, she couldn't exactly praise the new types of idols. She always felt these young boys were too open, and their style was something the elderly generation just couldn't accept.

Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly remembered her son. Over the past few years, he had kept to himself—he divorced without any drama, quit his high school job, and devoted himself to his research. The work was still classified, and she had no idea what kind of tricks he might be up to.

For him to introduce a blind date for his daughter was totally unexpected. It showed that, though quiet, he was still thinking about his daughter.

Lady Liangyuan knew her son better than anyone.

If he didn't think it was a good match, he wouldn't have even mentioned it, even if the person was a millionaire.

Qi Zhen obediently muted the TV, sitting closer to Grandma and cuddling up to her, asking, "Grandma, are you mad?"

Grandma Qi took off her reading glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Zhen Zhen, it's fine if you like him, but I hope you understand that an idol and a husband are not the same thing. You're still young, and it's easy to mix up the two kinds of feelings."

Qi Zhen knew Grandma was being serious, so she sat up straight and said, "Hmm, don't worry. I actually didn't plan on marrying that celebrity."

Grandma Qi looked at her granddaughter's serious face and spoke with a rare bit of sternness, "Zhen Zhen, if you don't plan on marrying him, don't keep him hanging."

Qi Zhen nodded seriously and replied, "Hmm... after I meet—uh, after you meet this idol, I'll break up with him."

Grandma Qi felt a bit reassured but also a little out of breath. She pulled her granddaughter closer and asked, "So, you're dating?"

Qi Zhen furrowed her brows, confused, "I guess?"

Grandma Qi sighed helplessly, "What do you mean, 'I guess'? You're being so wishy-washy, little girl!"

Qi Zhen couldn't help but twiddle her fingers, muttering quietly, "Well, we've had a few meals together and chatted on WeChat. He's pretty warm and approachable, but we haven't kissed or anything."

Grandma Qi gave her granddaughter a playful slap on the head, "Such a young girl, always talking about kissing! I'm worried you'll get taken advantage of. Those stars come from that kind of environment. They don't have a strong sense of chastity. You have to be careful, so you don't make me worry, okay?"

"If you're going to break up, do it quickly. The idol halo isn't something you can live on. It can't be eaten!"

Qi Zhen was left speechless and quickly changed the topic, "The, um, male lead is pretty good, and he's quite handsome..."

Grandma Qi gave her granddaughter an amused look and teased, "If you bring him home, I'll approve right away. I'll even cover the nine bucks for the civil affairs bureau."

Qi Zhen: "............"

Qi Zhen gave up trying to deal with her grandma, and after spending the whole afternoon watching Laughing at the World with her, her head was filled with Yu Jingxing's face.

When he first started out, he had a bit of youthful arrogance, along with a cold and free-spirited attitude. Although Qi Zhen had watched interviews and photos from years ago, she still couldn't quite equate that version of him with the man she knew now.

She remembered Yu Jingxing's acceptance speech when he won his first Golden Statue Award in his twenties. It was short, polite, and detached—he seemed to regard it as a small milestone in his life, nothing to celebrate, nothing to get too excited about.

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