The Film Emperor's Secretly Married Wife Ch. 17

Prev | Directory | Next

The bamboo forest swayed in the summer breeze. The qin player Yu Jingxing played slowly walked out, dressed in wide-sleeved robes of blue, with long hair cascading down his back. His gaze was as cold as a pool, and when he looked at the beautiful, willful little princess, his emotions were unreadable—perhaps he was in love, yet still distant. But his world was only power and hatred, and love would never exist for him.

Though it was the same person, those eyes were different now.

The eyes of an older man were gentle and calm, filled with wisdom and years of philosophy.

Qi Zhen slowly blinked, pursing her lips in a slight, helpless pout.

Yu Jingxing suddenly chuckled, his cool fingers gently pinching her cheek, feeling soft and full of life.

"Don't make your life so difficult. You're such a young girl, you should be a little happier."

By the time they reached Qi Zhen's apartment, it was already late. She turned to get out of the car, but Yu Jingxing grabbed her wrist. "I'll walk you upstairs."

She looked the type who could trip on flat ground—small and delicate, seeming like she needed more care.

Qi Zhen was a little tipsy, or maybe it was something else, but her eyes became soft and shiny, like a doll, obediently letting Yu Jingxing pick her up.

He held an umbrella, and Qi Zhen wrapped her arms around his neck, softly whispering her apartment number in his ear. Her lips almost brushed against his jaw.

Once inside, he handed her the handbag and naturally bent down to touch her lips.

The scent of the man was warm and gentle, and Yu Jingxing smiled softly. "Good night."

The feeling of his lips lingered, soft and subtle, like that of a refined, mature gentleman.

His voice, calm and slow, echoed behind her. "What I said still stands, until you tell me your decision."

Qi Zhen suddenly turned her head, her eyes wide as she looked at him, like a kitten with folded ears. "What if we just get married right here, right now?"

Her eyes were still a little wet, looking at him with a pitiful expression. "I'm proposing to you. Are you going to reject me?"

Yu Jingxing was also looking down at her.

He had been through so many storms, so even when being proposed to, he was still calm, "Little girl, do you understand what marital duties you'll need to fulfill after marriage?"

He gave a faint smile, "I'm talking about marriage, not just having a marriage certificate lying around to look at."

Qi Zhen felt a bit awkward and confused, hesitating before asking, "After marriage, do you want... me?"

Yu Jingxing examined her, then suddenly chuckled, almost whispering in her ear, "Then do you want to?"

Qi Zhen threw her arms around his waist, drowsily burying her head and mumbling, "I'm not losing out either."

After all, he had been voted number one on the "The Men Women Most Want to Have One Night Stand With" list. The temperate, abstinent aura of Yu Jingxing, his elegant, noble face, and his long, lean physique all exuded hormones. Just these alone could fulfill many women's sexual fantasies.

Yu Jingxing wiped away the tear stains from the corner of her eyes, gazing at her thoughtfully.

Actually, Qi Zhen wasn't as obedient as he imagined, and she wasn't the same as when she was a child, but that didn't matter.

Qi Zhen felt a little proud and smug, teasingly wagging an imaginary little tail.

*Due to Google strict policy contents, some mature part will be deleted
Visit our Patreon to read the locked content

That night, Qi Zhen didn't sleep well. She hadn't drunk much, but she let her drunkenness spread into her eyes, clinging to Yu Jingxing and insisting on being with him.

Yu Jingxing caressed her jaw, almost teasing her like a little animal, and gently said, "Let's talk about it after we get the marriage certificate, okay?"

Yu Jingxing was more than ten years older than her and had experienced many temptations.

He had turned down beautiful, seductive women in bed, given up on the hedonistic nightlife of indulging in pleasure until death, occasionally smoked, rarely drank, and lived with remarkable self-discipline.

For the past few decades, self-restraint had been his creed.

He wouldn't sleep with a woman just to relieve desire because Yu Jingxing, rational and calm, knew exactly what he truly wanted.

Qi Zhen clung to him, batting her eyes as she asked, "If you don't like me, why do you want to marry me? If you do like me, why won't you sleep with me? If you won't sleep with me, how do I know you're sincere? If you're not sincere, why should I marry you?"

Yu Jingxing could only helplessly respond: "..."

For once, he actually felt a headache coming on.

Qi Zhen blinked, hiccupped, and stubbornly tugged at his shirt.

Her hand was small and soft, with little strength; it would be easy to make her let go.

The incandescent light above made her feel a bit dizzy. Qi Zhen hiccupped again, her eyelids drooping in a pout, curling up while holding her knees. She looked more like a folded-eared cat.

Yu Jingxing's body was tense, muscles as hard as iron, making Qi Zhen a bit uncomfortable. His eyes were like deep pools, silently watching her. Qi Zhen rubbed her cheek against his high nose bridge, feeling ticklish.

He lowered his head to kiss Qi Zhen, pulling her into his arms, whispering softly in her ear with a hoarse voice, "It might hurt a bit."

Qi Zhen hooked her arms around him, showing rare determination for the first time in twenty years. She pressed her face against his, proudly saying, "I'm not afraid. When I was little, getting shots didn't hurt!"

The next day, when Qi Zhen thought back to her first night, she frowned deeply.

She felt like she had been tricked. It wasn't just a little pain—it hurt like a car crash scene.

She also knew that every woman's first night felt different, so maybe she was just unlucky?

The next morning, Qi Zhen opened her eyes, thinking she was a level nine disabled person, and she shouldn't have doubted Yu Jingxing, despite his age. He was still strong and vigorous, like a man in his prime.

It was her frail body that couldn't handle it. While he hadn't finished once, she felt like she had been in hell for ten years.

Before dawn, the thick night hid the ambiguous rises and falls. Qi Zhen covered her eyes and began crying, her delicate shoulders trembling. "This must be like the hellish abyss, right? Are you the king of hell, why is this so terrifying... I... I can't do this anymore..."

All credit goes to the original author
Feel free to pinpoint us if there are any grammar error or typos
Please don't use Guazi's translations to re-translate in other languages

Prev | Directory | Next