The Film Emperor's Secretly Married Wife Ch. 22

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Li Yuanyuan was curious. "Why'd you get married so early?"

Qi Zhen glanced at her, then lowered her head again, guilty. "It was an arranged marriage. And he's actually a really good match for me."

Li Yuanyuan looked even more confused. "...???"

Jing Zi tore open a bag of chips, and everyone grabbed a few while they chatted. "So, what does he do? Is he still in school?"

Qi Zhen looked a little shy. "He hasn't been a student for a while. His job's kinda... freelance, I guess."

Just last night before bed, she had been all clingy with Yu Jingxing, talking about their honeymoon plans.

When the two of them were that close, everything felt warm and hazy, wrapped in a soft kind of tension.

Yu Jingxing stroked her smooth arm and met her bright, youthful eyes, then leaned down and kissed her gently.

Qi Zhen closed her eyes for a second, feeling the brush of his lips like a dragonfly kiss on her eyelid.

His voice rumbled softly by her ear, gravelly and low, sending a buzz right to her eardrum: "Anywhere you want to go."

Qi Zhen lit up instantly. She sat up in his arms, eyes sparkling. "Then I wanna go! Um, let me think!"

"Go..."

"Go......"

She spent half an hour wrestling with the decision, totally stuck. Yu Jingxing finally gave up and reached over with his long arm to switch off the bedside lamp. The room went dark in an instant. "Figure it out tomorrow. Sleep now."

Qi Zhen checked the time on her phone, then snuggled into his chest with an innocent, pitiful look in her eyes—like she was silently begging him.

Yu Jingxing stroked her cheek.

The girl kept staring at him with big hopeful eyes. He closed his own, calm as ever. "It's already past eleven. You've got class tomorrow."

Qi Zhen leaned up and planted a kiss on him, her soft little hand lazily tracing circles on the firm muscle of his chest.

...She figured this had to be kind of like petting a dog or something.

Even though she was all soft and snuggly in his arms, Yu Jingxing wasn't giving her any attention.

She got a little bummed out. Closed her eyes and lay there for a bit, then curled up like a silkworm cocoon and started rolling around on the big bed, fidgeting all over the place.

No idea how much time passed, but she was somehow getting more and more awake.

Her husband, lying right next to her, still wasn't reacting. His breathing was steady and calm—totally asleep, apparently.

How the heck did he do that?

Qi Zhen honestly couldn't figure it out.

After a while, she started whispering near his ear in a soft little voice. "Husband, are you asleep?"

"I know you're asleep."

"So can I treat you like a tree hollow and talk into you?"

Yu Jingxing: "............"

Her voice was like honey—sweet and whiny in that Shanghai girl accent, enough to melt someone on the spot. "Big ol' tree, big ol' tree, I can't sleep... Should I wake my husband up?"

Yu Jingxing: "............"

She nuzzled up against his cheek with a pitiful little sigh. "Better not. He's old now."

Time froze for a second.

Still with his eyes closed, Yu Jingxing finally let out a low, raspy breath and asked, helpless, "Still can't sleep?"

Qi Zhen's eyes flew open in shock. She lay there in her blanket cocoon, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights.

She really thought he was out cold.

His breathing had been so even and calm, his face completely still—like some zen monk in deep meditation.

Under the covers, he gently held her soft little hand, slowly wrapping his fingers around it. His palm was dry and warm.

Qi Zhen suddenly remembered the stuff she just said and locked eyes with him in the dark—then immediately ducked under the blanket, super embarrassed.

She shut her eyes tight and pretended to fall asleep, long messy hair flopping down, looking all small and pitiful like a folded-ear kitten.

Yu Jingxing chuckled quietly. He tucked her in properly, then got up and slipped on a hoodie and some casual pants. His movements were quick and smooth, and before long, he left the bedroom.

Qi Zhen peeked her eyes open, hesitated for a second gripping the edge of the blanket, then rubbed her eyes, pulled on a nightdress, and followed him out.

Did he go sleep in the guest room?

She wandered around a bit but didn't find him, so she ended up holding the railing and heading downstairs.

There was a faint warm light coming from the kitchen.

Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, she spotted Yu Jingxing leaning against the counter, one long leg straight, the other bent slightly. He was casually replying to messages with one hand.

The microwave was humming beside him—it sounded like it was heating something up.

Qi Zhen rubbed her eyes and padded over in a white lace nightgown.

Her ankles were slim and pale, and she looked sleepy, the corners of her eyes a little red like she was about to yawn.

Yu Jingxing scooped her up and set her down so she stood on top of his slippers. "Still not wearing shoes? Naughty girl."

Qi Zhen held onto his firm arm, tiptoeing a little as she tilted her head up to look at him, all soft and dreamy.

Her little feet were pale and delicate, like something off a porcelain doll, and resting on top of his slippers, she was practically weightless. Her toes curled, all pink and squishy.

He felt a flicker of something stir in him at the wrong moment. Took a slow, deep breath to tamp it down.

Even standing on his shoes, Qi Zhen was still way shorter than him—had to crane her neck just to meet his gaze.

But when Yu Jingxing wasn't smiling, he looked a little distant. That only made her want to cling to him more.

Qi Zhen gently tugged on the hem of his shirt, cautiously leaning in toward his chest.

She took a soft sniff, catching the clean, calming scent of him, and couldn't help but nuzzle closer.

The microwave dinged, and Yu Jingxing picked her up and set her on the counter.

Qi Zhen rested her hands on her knees and sat quietly as she watched him bend down, take out the warm milk, test the temperature with a quick sip, then hand her the glass.

She kicked her soft legs a little and looked up at him. "But I want Coke."

Yu Jingxing switched hands holding the milk, glanced at the time, and said, "If you're not drinking it, then go to bed."

Qi Zhen pouted but still obediently lowered her head and drank the milk. A little milk mustache formed around her lips like a kitten's whiskers.

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