The Film Emperor's Secretly Married Wife Ch. 16

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Little did he know, that girl might have already gotten closer to Yu Jingxing than he had imagined.

Zou Mingshun didn't know what to say. His excitement was mixed with awkwardness and embarrassment. Even his fingers were trembling unconsciously.

He instinctively wanted to ask for a selfie or an autograph but stopped himself. He turned around, grabbing his car keys and quickly walking away.

Yu Jingxing took Qi Zhen up to the VIP room on the rooftop. Sun Xinhang, eager to meet Yu Jingxing's "little girlfriend," was taken aback when he saw her leaning against Yu Jingxing in his arms, her face flushed with a hint of redness.

This was the first time Qi Zhen had held Yu Jingxing's hand—his warm, long fingers enveloping hers entirely. Feeling a little shy, she timidly peeked out and greeted Sun Xinhang.

"Uncle, hello."

Sun Xinhang: "............"

He swirled his wine glass, feeling numb as he thought, Oh, so I look that old now?

Yu Jingxing pulled her close, draping a large suit jacket over her shoulders. "You're dressed too lightly."

Qi Zhen hugged her shoulders, blushing. "Uh, I'm not cold."

Yu Jingxing gave her a glance, a small smile tugging at his lips.

As they were about to leave, Sun Xinhang could only say to the girl, "Little sister, see you next time. It was a rush today, but I'll invite you to a pool party sometime..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was met with a cold, distant look from Yu Jingxing, and Sun Xinhang immediately fell silent.

Qi Zhen, confused, lifted her head. "What's wrong?"

Yu Jingxing gently ruffled her hair. "Nothing."

As Qi Zhen stepped into the elevator, her head still spinning from the alcohol, she suddenly spoke up, "I'm sorry for not explaining things clearly earlier today."

Yu Jingxing was always patient with her, seemingly never holding any mistake against her. "You didn't mean it."

Qi Zhen felt like she had stepped into quicksand—if she didn't pull herself out now, she might sink deeper.

Her head drooped, her white neck exposed as she spoke softly, almost lost. "I realize now that if I'm not serious, I shouldn't keep someone hanging like this. It's not a good thing, so..."

She wanted to say, let's stop this relationship.

But as she looked up, she saw Yu Jingxing watching her calmly, his expression unreadable. No matter what she said, he would still be understanding.

Suddenly, she couldn't bring herself to speak the words. It wasn't right, and she knew it. Their status, age, experience, and depth—none of it seemed to match.

Yu Jingxing suddenly smiled. "Do you think I'm not good enough?"

Qi Zhen looked at him and hurriedly said, "No, you're very good!"

Yu Jingxing didn't reply, merely offering a faint smile.

Qi Zhen stared at her perfectly manicured nails, pink and neat, unsure of what she was thinking.

The man looked down at her, his gaze a mix of scrutiny and tenderness. Their breaths were close enough to blend together.

Qi Zhen avoided his deep, calm eyes, tilting her head and babbling, "It's because I like Feng Tanzhi. I just realized I'm one of his fangirls."

"You might be a bit traditional at your age, so you might not know what a 'wife fan' is."

Yu Jingxing laughed softly at this but didn't say anything in response.

Qi Zhen continued to explain, "It's the type of fan who wants to marry him! And whenever I see rumors about him, I turn into a lemon fan. So, marrying someone else's lemon isn't going to end well. It's bitter and sour—kind of hard to swallow..."

She spoke in a flurry, trying her best to make sense of her nonsense under his steady gaze. She stretched to her tiptoes, leaned against the wall, tilted her head, and looked at Yu Jingxing with utmost seriousness, as if she was trying to educate him. "Oh! So, what conclusion can we draw from this?"

She put on her best serious expression, trying to channel her political science teacher from school, attempting to brainwash the man in front of her, who was much older than her.

Qi Zhen was starting to feel tired from standing, and Yu Jingxing was so tall, she felt like she needed a chiropractor.

...And honestly, the lack of expression on his face was a little intimidating.

With her large, watery eyes and her head spinning, she forced herself to focus and said, "Look, you, uh, you should marry your own lemon fan! Your 'wife fans' and 'girlfriend fans' are everywhere, and that's how your life can be sweet and sour, a good mix..."

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But maybe even if he were married, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to wear it all the time.

She glanced outside the window, then softly said, "My mom cheated on my dad when I was really young. But I've also heard people say I was the product of their love."

Qi Zhen rested her chin in her hand, her eyes bright, and suddenly smiled. "Actually, when I grew up, I realized they were after completely different things and had totally different views, so they probably knew from the start they couldn't go on together. No point in wasting effort."

As she spoke, Qi Zhen's cheeks flushed slightly. She bit her bottom lip, a small cut from the pressure, as though a little agitated, mixed with a tinge of frustration.

Yu Jingxing watched her, but instead of the displeasure she expected from being offended, he remained almost serenely calm.

He was silent for a moment, then pulled the car over to the side of the road, before speaking in a neutral tone, "When you reach a certain age, you'll understand. The difference between people is that a lot of the time, experience is just baseless guesswork. But most people take one or two experiences and engrave them as laws in their bones."

Yu Jingxing stretched out his hand, his cool, long fingers gently lifting Qi Zhen's chin, making her meet his gaze.

He smiled lightly, his voice deep and soothing. "And this is actually a sign of weakness and laziness. I wouldn't recommend young people trying it."

Qi Zhen had never looked so closely into his eyes before. The earliest memory she had was when she was a child, sitting cross-legged under the air conditioner, holding a watermelon, drowsy from the summer heat. The TV kept replaying Asking the World with a Smile.

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