The Film Emperor's Secretly Married Wife Ch. 20

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She lifted a hand to press her forehead, only to notice a ring on her ring finger.

Qi Zhen's heart skipped a beat. She raised her hand to look at it under the moonlight, then took it off and carefully examined it.

The moonlight made the ring glow with a soft sheen. On the inside, she saw the simple, elegant cursive letters "YJX." The ring itself was unexpectedly simple, but if you looked closely, you could see delicate engravings of entwined osmanthus leaves, a finely crafted design. However, it wasn't obvious unless you paid close attention.

She didn't know when Yu Jingxing had prepared it. It seemed like he hadn't left the house in the past few days.

When Qi Zhen had just gotten their marriage certificate, she hadn't really felt like she was married because there wasn't much of a tangible sense of it.

Although Yu Jingxing never brought it up, Qi Zhen could feel that his attitude towards their marriage was far more serious than hers.

The villa they were living in now was Yu Jingxing's family's home in Haicheng, not an empty house or a temporary purchase. It was the kind of place his parents would stay in when they came back.

However, the Yu family's parents had been settled in Singapore for years and didn't return to the country often. When Yu Jingxing was alone, he would stay in an apartment, and this house was cleaned by a dedicated housekeeper.

After Qi Zhen married him, Yu Jingxing considered whether to hire a local maid in Haicheng. He wasn't bad at cooking, but because he came from Beijing, his cooking style was more suited to northern cuisine, and Qi Zhen, being a pampered young girl, might not be able to adjust to it.

But Qi Zhen wasn't too concerned. Although she preferred sweet dishes and loved various sweet-flavored foods, she wasn't unable to eat other kinds of food. She couldn't always ask Yu Jingxing to eat what she liked.

Qi Zhen went barefoot out of the room and slowly made her way downstairs, holding onto the staircase. Through the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass, she saw Yu Jingxing cooking in the kitchen.

She tiptoed like a little cat, heading toward the kitchen, suddenly wanting to surprise him.

Unfortunately, just as Qi Zhen reached the kitchen door, Yu Jingxing turned his head, casting a casual glance at her before continuing to plate the stir-fried dishes.

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

He had made a few simple home-cooked dishes, using ingredients stored in the fridge. Sister Sun would regularly buy and clean them, so there was no worry about freshness.

The taste was actually quite good. Qi Zhen had originally thought that Yu Jingxing's cooking skills were just average.

After all, with his busy work schedule and frequent business trips, he probably didn't have much time to study cooking. When he wanted to eat something fancy, he didn't have to cook it himself.

But Yu Jingxing was actually quite good at cooking. It seemed to be a hobby of his. He wasn't a workaholic who couldn't live. In recent years, he hadn't been taking many jobs and, when single, enjoyed gardening, researching health recipes, and kept up with fitness and travel. He just didn't often show up in public.

Qi Zhen saw that he was also wearing a wedding ring on his left hand. The corners of her mouth curved up. To hide the fact that her little tail was about to wag, she lowered her head to drink the soup.

Yu Jingxing picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork rib for her. After she had eaten it, he gently asked, "How is it?"

He wasn't familiar with Haicheng cuisine, so he had searched for a recipe online and followed it. It looked good in terms of color, aroma, and taste.

Qi Zhen tilted her head, thinking for a moment, and seriously said, "Not sweet enough."

Yu Jingxing tilted his head as well, thinking for a moment, and said calmly, "You can't eat too much sweet in the future."

Qi Zhen playfully stepped on his foot with her bare feet.

It was already the end of summer vacation, and in just a few days, school would start. Qi Zhen's school had a strange system where freshmen didn't have military training; they had to wait until after the relaxing and comfortable university year before they could do it. It was totally inhumane, and there were hardly any schools like that nationwide.

Qi Zhen checked the time. There were only two days left before military training, but she hadn't done anything yet.

Originally, she wanted to tell her grandmother about the marriage in person, but unfortunately, her grandmother went to Puerto Rico with her good friends last week and wouldn't return until half a month later.

The old ladies were having a great time—water planes, skydiving, gourmet food, glowing seas, and a self-driving tour of four or five islands. Their friend group's photos were all over the place, and when Qi Zhen sent a few messages, her grandmother couldn't even be bothered to reply.

To make sure her grandmother had fun, Qi Zhen hadn't mentioned it on WeChat. After discussing with Yu Jingxing, they decided to wait a few days and invite her grandmother's relatives and friends for a proper meal to announce it.

Of course, it was mostly Yu Jingxing who was making the decisions while Qi Zhen sat with her legs crossed, eating ice cream.

With half a day to go before military training check-in, Qi Zhen felt exhausted, her back aching and eyes slightly reddened. She called out for her to get up but then buried her head back into the blanket.

Yu Jingxing then began to help her pack her things.

Outside, the evening sky had darkened. Haicheng's summer weather was always unpredictable, with frequent thunderstorms.

Yu Jingxing went out to take a phone call. By the time he returned, Qi Zhen had fallen asleep again, her sweet scent filling the air as she lay in the blanket, sleeping in an unladylike manner.

The man tucked her legs into the blanket and gently brushed her soft cheek with the back of his hand.

When she woke up again, the suitcase was almost packed. Qi Zhen didn't pay much attention to what was inside and hugged him from behind, snuggling against him.

When Yu Jingxing turned to face her, she stood on tiptoe to kiss him. The man bent down, and they kissed slowly.

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Yu Jingxing patted her head, lowered his eyes, and asked her once more, "Are you sure you don't want me to send you?"

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