The Film Emperor's Secretly Married Wife Ch. 37

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Qi Zhen quickly stood on tiptoe, nervously covered his lips, "You can't, you can't say anymore."

Tears were swirling in her eyes, almost falling, and her palm smelled faintly of citrus.

Yu Jingxing couldn't help but chuckle, pulled her into his arms, and whispered softly in her ear, "What's it like to sleep with your childhood crush, hmm? Let me interview my good baby."

Qi Zhen glared at him, feeling sometimes he wasn't elegant at all, saying intimate things like an old pervert.

She hummed, not really sure, "But childhood crushes have eight-pack abs, and at your age, you probably only have six left."

Yu Jingxing held her and hummed, not annoyed at all, "Then how about I give you a chance to check for yourself?"

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Qi Zhen slept very deeply that night, almost out of energy, her forehead damp with sweat, even the last time she washed her body, Yu Jingxing carried her.

She still wanted to struggle a bit, after all, even though during married life her whole body was seen, she still wanted to hold onto some privacy.

But last night, she really had no strength left.

Her eyes were hollow and tired, wide open like a delicate cloth doll, her vision so blurry she couldn't focus.

She watched Yu Jingxing finish his shower, come out with a towel tied around his waist, then closed her eyes and fell asleep.

When Qi Zhen woke up the next day, it was already noon, the pale pink bed was a mess from them.

Last night was too late; he didn't have time to change the sheets, now the bed was full of dried, intimate marks.

She covered her forehead, feeling extremely ashamed and powerless, lying face down on the bed not wanting to get up.

But thinking of her in-laws, she forced herself up to wash her face and brush her teeth, slipping on slippers, and went downstairs for some food.

On the way, she went to the kitchen, found a liter of iced cola fizzing, looked around, and decided to bring it back to the room to drink.

Yu Jingxing followed her in, crossing his arms and disapproving, "That's too cold."

He reached to put the cola back in the fridge, preparing to heat some sweet milk for her.

Qi Zhen pitifully cupped her hands together and shrank back.

Mei Hesheng came in with fruit and said, "What's wrong with drinking some iced cola? You're too strict."

The marks left on her from last night hadn't faded yet. Her ankles were pale and slender, and she clung tightly to the oversized bottle of cola, looking up at him with puppy eyes.

The old man's heart really softened into lukewarm water.

He originally thought his tiny wife would probably be full after just a few sips of cola, but unexpectedly, she tilted her head back and gulped it down. Under Yu Jingxing's increasingly serious gaze, she fearlessly chugged down the big bottle until it was empty.

After finishing, she looked totally blissed out, a happy flush like she'd been tipsy spreading across her cheeks.

Way happier than when they were in bed together.

Qi Zhen looked at him innocently: "Burp! Burp, burp... burp... burp!"

Yu Jingxing: "..."

This rare moment of indulgence ended with Qi Zhen having a slight fever that night after drinking the iced cola.

Her whole little face flushed red, and she was carried back to bed to lie down, her black hair pitifully spread over the pillow.

Qi Zhen had had weak health since she was a kid, going to the hospital every now and then. Before her parents divorced, they used to take her to her grandma's family's private hospital.

Everyone knew that private hospital — the boss's family had a little girl who was especially frail, and because of nephritis, she'd had her tonsils removed.

Though it wasn't a big deal, like getting an appendix out, it did cause her to have a delayed reaction to colds and fevers.

Yu Jingxing helped tuck the blanket around her, slowly touching her burning cheek through the thin air with the back of his hand, his eyes heavy with emotion brewing deep inside.

He softly asked her, like sharing a secret, "Should our baby see a doctor? Hmm?"

Their foreheads touched, Qi Zhen's breath warm and soft, rubbing against him like a little animal depending on him.

He kissed her forehead.

Qi Zhen struggled to open her eyes and looked at him, reaching out, but he caught her soft little hand.

The Yu family had a private doctor, and soon a woman named Zhou came with an assistant to give her an IV and some medicine.

Qi Zhen wasn't clingy when she was sick, just a bit pale and weak. Even her sleeping position didn't change — curled up small and quiet, obedient and peaceful.

Yu Jingxing stepped out of the room and saw Mei Hesheng standing outside with crossed arms, looking displeased.

Yu Jingxing's parents had long had a rift with him, so Mei Hesheng usually stayed out of many things, letting him do as he pleased.

This time was different.

Mei Hesheng said coldly, "The doctor said she's a bit weak from birth and has a family history of asthma. Her body needs proper care."

Yu Jingxing hummed softly, leaning against the wall, "Got any cigarettes?"

Mei Hesheng glared at her son, "Didn't you quit? That's bad for her health, I don't smoke anymore either."

Yu Jingxing smiled, closed his eyes, and said casually, "You secretly smoke behind Dad's back, thinking I wouldn't notice?"

Mei Hesheng was speechless but still handed him a cigarette, placing it on the table, warning, "Smoke less. What if you die early? What will happen to your precious baby?"

Yu Jingxing just smiled.

He stood on the balcony, exhaling smoke, his long fingers holding the cigarette, expression calm but with a hint of melancholy in his back.

After all, he was still his son — Mei Hesheng knew this well.

He was truly concerned. His precious baby's weak constitution was like having his own heart ripped out.

They were newlyweds; Yu Jingxing couldn't fully grasp all this. Qi Zhen simply didn't like bothering others; even if she felt a bit unwell, she wouldn't pester or act spoiled.

Just endure it, and it'd pass. The little girl always showed the world her innocent, happy face.

But at least now they knew in time. They could take good care of her. What could be better than that?

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