The Film Emperor's Secretly Married Wife Ch. 23

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She suddenly perked up and tugged at his sleeve. "If I drink milk every night, do you think I'll get taller?"

Yu Jingxing glanced down at her, tugging at the corner of his lips in a faint smile. "Possible, but not likely."

Qi Zhen looked a little deflated, resting her cheek on her palm. "What am I gonna do then? They all say you like tall girls over 170 cm, with red lips, long legs, goddess vibes. Best case, supermodel figure, with big curves and 36Ds. I don't meet any of those standards."

Yu Jingxing didn't say anything. He took the glass from her and used his thumb to wipe the milk off her lips, a little helpless. "You really made me sound like some kind of boob-obsessed perv."

Qi Zhen looked away, embarrassed, muttering stubbornly, "That's what they said..."

She didn't notice that Yu Jingxing was looking at her with such gentle eyes.

He let out a soft laugh, leaned in close till their foreheads touched, and shared a little secret. "But what if now I only like someone like Zhen Zhen? What do we do then, hmm?"

Qi Zhen threw her arms around his neck, grinning like she'd just had a spoonful of honey. Her eyes curved into crescent moons, lashes thick and fluttery, the kind of look that was just impossible to resist.

She was literally heart-melting levels of cute.

He finally gave in and leaned down to kiss her. Her lips tasted like milk.

Qi Zhen always thought of him as a gentle man, though mostly calm and reserved.

But every time he kissed her, she could clearly feel that he really, truly adored her.

Just thinking about it made her smile, though she still got shy in front of others and didn't dare show off their affection.

Her roommates kept pressing her. "So how much older is he, exactly?"

Qi Zhen did the math and felt a little gloomy again. He really was a lot older.

"Like, more than ten years? He's from the 80s."

Li Yuanyuan patted her on the shoulder, noticing how down she looked, and said with sympathy, "Takes time to work through stuff like that."

College military training was way stricter than high school. Sometimes they had to stand under the blazing sun for ages. S University held their training on-campus, and Qi Zhen, already not the healthiest, was completely wiped—cold sweat pouring down her back.

A lot of the girls, fresh out of high school, weren't used to the hardship, and dorm nights turned into group complaining sessions.

As soon as Li Yuanyuan stepped into the room, she started venting. "That drill instructor, ugh, so mean! What's wrong with wanting to sit under the trees for a second? He's totally immune to reason! The guy training the class next door seemed way nicer."

Huang Wenjing glanced over at her. "Then go ask him to cut you some slack, if you're so capable."

Li Yuanyuan rolled her eyes. "So I can't complain unless I've got pull? What about you—wanna shut me up? Come at me!"

Huang Wenjing treated her like air and pulled out her textbook, diving straight into study mode.

Qi Zhen slumped in her chair, too tired to even speak. She just quietly mumbled, "It's whatever, it's only for two weeks. If he doesn't care about us, no point stressing about it."

Li Yuanyuan didn't say anything. Her expression was hard to read—probably still not happy.

Jing Zi, on the other hand, poured her a glass of water. "Drink more, talk less."

Qi Zhen drooped her eyes and flopped onto the table, looking all gloomy.

Jing Zi couldn't help but burst out laughing. "You're so cute. Such a lil baby."

Yu Jingxing's WeChat messages always came right on time—one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and one at night.

The man knew Qi Zhen had never been in the best of health:
[You feeling okay? Can your body handle all this?]

Qi Zhen, face glum and fighting off exhaustion, replied without much thought to her tone:
[Mmm... even if I can't, I have to. Sweated a lot, head's spinning. And we've still got more training this afternoon.]

Yu Jingxing responded:
[If you're not feeling well, don't force it.]

He knew her condition well. Born with a slightly weaker constitution—not seriously ill, but constantly picking up little ailments.

The kind of fragile health that made people worry without end.

Qi Zhen tried to explain reasonably:
[Our drill instructor, Shi, has a bad temper. He said no breaks unless you actually pass out. I heard a senior fainted last semester before he finally let her rest. I'll just nap a bit to recharge.]

The man on the other end smiled faintly:
[Good girl.]

Then sent her a sticker of a cat being patted on the head.

Qi Zhen wanted to ask about his filming schedule, but she was way too tired.
Anyway, he was filming in Haicheng, supposedly a movie with an academic theme—not really her thing.

After a few hours of rest, the girls were called out by a broadcast and shuffled out with their water bottles again.

The afternoon sun was even more brutal. Qi Zhen didn't like to complain, but truthfully, she was still a bit delicate. After just a few minutes standing under the blazing sky, she was already dizzy and seeing stars.

The instructor's voice rasped like sandpaper:
"Third girl from the left in the front row—step forward!"

Qi Zhen was slow to react. She was exhausted. It wasn't until Huang Wenjing gave her a little push that she finally moved forward, sluggishly and slightly embarrassed.

Instructor Shi glanced at her, voice sharp as ever:
"Still standing? Gonna get blown over by air with no wind at this rate!"

Qi Zhen tilted her head up and replied plainly:
"Can't stand anymore."

Instructor: "......"

Then he barked, a little stunned:
"Then get your butt under the tree already!"

Qi Zhen hurried off to the shade, clutching her water bottle and feeling faint.

The other girls looked hopefully at the instructor, but he growled in his gravelly smoker's voice:
"Quit staring! Eyes forward!"

By the time they got back to the dorm that evening, Qi Zhen was still sitting down, too wiped out to stand. Surprisingly, the usually strict instructor didn't say anything.

She wasn't sure what was going on, but something felt a bit off. Back in the dorm, Li Yuanyuan was once again ranting, but Qi Zhen just quietly sipped her soup, resting her face in her hands, not saying a word.

Normally, before bed was prime gossip time—
But a single message totally blew up the girls' dorm that night.

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