The Film Emperor's Secretly Married Wife Ch. 34

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Qi Zhen finally let out a breath and lit up, mumbling shyly, "I'm not skinny at all. If I eat a little more, I'll hit triple digits."

Female celebrities in the industry were all taller than her by a few centimeters at least. A lot of them weighed less too. They worked out constantly, with visible abs and tiny waists.

Qi Zhen just had a slim waist. The rest of her was all soft and squishy—zero muscle tone.

Qi Zhen was really worried—did Yu Jingxing see her as a fat girl?

At the very least, she had to be chubby, right?

That thought alone made her feel a little bummed.

Yu Jingxing looked a little helpless as he gently brushed her soft, full cheeks. His fingertips sank into the plush softness.

He shook his head lightly. "If you get any skinnier, you'll be sick. You actually need to gain a little more to be healthy."

Qi Zhen said, "But you've met so many actresses. They must all be super slim and pretty, right?"

Today's million-dollar trap question.

The car kept cruising smoothly along the road as Qi Zhen tugged at his sleeve.

Yu Jingxing's expression stayed calm, and he started teasing her: "Then what do you think? Are they good-looking?"

Qi Zhen thought it over, then nodded. "They are..."

Yu Jingxing said, "And who does your husband think looks good?"

Qi Zhen hesitated, then shook her head like a rattle drum.

Yu Jingxing kissed her soft cheek and smiled. "Then who do you think your husband thinks looks the best?"

Qi Zhen got a little shy, stared at him for a second, then gave a little huff and looked down to grab her phone.

Except—her phone was gone. No idea when he took it. Probably when he kissed her.

Her phone was now in his palm, which he lazily turned over and fiddled with.

She stretched out and reached for it, glanced up at him, and got her cheek lightly pinched again. The phone was handed back into her hand.

Yu Jingxing gave her a head rub. Qi Zhen ducked her head back down and started scrolling again.

And she never looked up once.

By the time they got to the Yu family house, it was right around noon. Qi Zhen had fallen asleep while still playing on her phone. Yu Jingxing carried her out of the car, but she struggled to get down. "I need to make a good impression on your mom."

Yu Jingxing's dad had married Hong Kong actress Mei Hesheng—one of the biggest goddesses of her time back in the day. She'd starred in classic martial arts films and a few comedy hits. Her stunning looks were still a hot topic even today.

But Mei Hesheng had retired from acting in her twenties and never returned to the big screen.

Qi Zhen had actually used one of her qipao photos as a profile picture back in middle school—the one with a folding fan. The woman looked born for the camera, just drop-dead gorgeous.

Back then, she had no clue her future mother-in-law would be that woman in the photo.

Ever since marrying Yu Jingxing, Qi Zhen had started paying attention to everything related to him—and that included following Mei Hesheng's Weibo.

Thanks to her son, even though Mei Hesheng hadn't released any new works or posted much online in years, she still had millions of followers. Anytime she did post, fans would flood the comments calling her "Mom."

Rumor had it that Mei Hesheng was a cold and distant woman. In her youth, she flaunted her beauty and stirred up lots of gossip with powerful men, drawing controversy. She'd been both loved and hated—and then out of nowhere, she got married.

Qi Zhen was honestly kind of scared of her. She always felt like someone like that—an absolute queen—was totally out of her league.

Mei Hesheng was already seated in a garden chair waiting for them. As the car rolled in, she stood up and adjusted her dress.

Qi Zhen held Yu Jingxing's hand and stared at her, a bit dazed. As a fellow woman, she actually felt a little embarrassed.

She could definitely see the resemblance—Yu Jingxing's cool looks and quiet elegance came straight from his mother. The woman standing before her was still stunning, like time had barely touched her, leaving only a soft and graceful aura behind.

Qi Zhen remembered one of Mei Hesheng's old Hong Kong comedies—where she played a cold, seductive woman leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette, short skirt clinging to her thighs, her big curls damp with sweat, red lips just slightly parted. That vintage allure had been unforgettable.

Qi Zhen's eyes widened, and she whispered, "Ms. Mei Hesheng?"

The woman gave a nod and gently brushed a strand of hair from Qi Zhen's temple. Her voice was soft and raspy, with a slight Cantonese accent. "I'm Jingxing's mother. What should you be calling me?"

Qi Zhen glanced at Yu Jingxing before answering, "Mom."

Mei Hesheng smiled and pulled her into a hug.

Yu Jingxing hadn't been home in over half a year. As soon as they walked in, a round table was already laid out with food and drinks. Qi Zhen finally met Yu Jingxing's father.

The old man wore glasses, deep lines around his mouth making him look stern and rigid. Word was, he owned the biggest chain of malls in the country, with tons of businesses under his name. But to someone Qi Zhen's age, he looked unfamiliar—she didn't recognize this bigshot at all.

When Yu Jingxing showed up holding her hand, the old man saw a girl with long, smooth black hair draped over her shoulders and bright, clear eyes that looked innocent and sweet, with a touch of shyness.

Surprisingly, there was a gentle look in his eyes. He gave a slight nod. "Good to have you home."

Lunch was kind of awkward. Mei Hesheng kept piling food onto Qi Zhen's plate—mostly meat—and kept urging her to eat more, saying she'd cooked everything herself.

Qi Zhen didn't have a big appetite and couldn't really handle that much meat, but Mei Hesheng was so warm and attentive that she didn't even think about turning her down—just kept giving her shy little smiles.

Yu Jingxing, worried it was too greasy, reminded her, "Don't eat too much."

Mei Hesheng shot her son a mild look, clearly not agreeing. She told Qi Zhen, "Eat more if you like it. Don't listen to your husband."

Yu Jingxing didn't argue. He didn't even look up—just picked out some vegetables for his wife and moved the meat to his own bowl.

Under the table, Qi Zhen's calf rubbed slowly against his long leg.

Yu Jingxing glanced at her, calm as ever, his eyes saying: Focus on eating.

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