The Film Emperor's Secretly Married Wife Ch. 42

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Li Yuanyuan was relieved: [Okay, I'll let Zizi know too. The two of us were worried you weren't replying 'cause some mother-in-law vs. daughter-in-law war had broken out, but we were too embarrassed to ask you directly...]

Qi Zhen felt a little touched. She tilted her head and thought for a bit, then made up her mind and decided to come clean: [I actually went to Singapore to visit my mother-in-law. Don't you suspect I'm Yu Jingxing's wife?]

Li Yuanyuan: [Hahahahahaha]

Li Yuanyuan: [Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha]

Li Yuanyuan [voice message]: [Converted to text: Hahahaha I'm laughing like a wild boar hahahaha—ahhh ahhh! Hahahaha snort snort—ah! Ahhh! Ahhhhh! Hahahaha]

Li Yuanyuan: [My stomach hurts...]

Qi Zhen: [Is it that funny.]

Li Yuanyuan: [Keep dreaming! Anything's possible in a dream~]

Li Yuanyuan: [Ge You lying-down meme eating chips.gif]

Li Yuanyuan: [And weren't you on a morning flight? My male god flew at night to the new country. Plus, his wife's supposed to be super ugly. Some girl on the same flight even posted her boarding pass—solid proof. Sigh, not sure if I should be happy or sad... I'm really scared he's into ugly girls tat]

Qi Zhen: [...Okay.]

She had no idea how to roast that. And just like that, her confession resolve completely deflated.

Guess she'd go pick up a package.

A couple hours later, Yu Jingxing finally came home—Qi Zhen was nowhere to be seen.

When he walked upstairs, he heard some noise. There were over a dozen delivery boxes scattered across the living room floor.

Yu Jingxing bent down and helped fold all the boxes. Then he heard footsteps coming down—slippers slapping softly on the floor.

Qi Zhen actually didn't like wearing slippers. Because of this, Yu Jingxing had bought her more than twenty pairs, thinking one of them had to be her style. Everything from luxury brands to cute Japanese ones—he had it all covered... But she still didn't like wearing slippers.

Even when she did, it was always that one pair with studs—made her look like a grumpy little loli.

But Yu Jingxing thought the fuzzy pink pig slippers suited her more. He'd even held her feet and slipped them on for her, only to have her kick the pigs off.

After that, Qi Zhen completely refused to wear slippers.

So her husband had the housekeeper clean the floors more often, and cranked the floor heating to max, just to make sure she wouldn't catch a cold.

But today, Qi Zhen was wearing those fuzzy pink pig slippers.

Yu Jingxing's eyes were on her skirt, expression still calm and unreadable. He looked down at her from his usual high-and-mighty angle.

Qi Zhen was wearing a Lolita dress, decorated with delicate little bows around the edges, layered with a white European-style lace underskirt. The dress itself had a deep-blue starry sky print, with a petticoat underneath that made her legs look extra long and straight.

The girl had her hair tied into twin ponytails, wore cream-colored tights, and already looked small and delicate—now she looked even more youthful.

Her eyes were big, her skin creamy white, and her irises looked like honey-dipped chocolate, curved like little crescent moons.

Qi Zhen walked over to him, wrapped her arms around Yu Jingxing's slim waist, rubbed her head against him, then looked up and leaned on him with a soft little voice, "You're back... I missed you so much."

Her voice sounded like it was coated in honey, like one of those cute anime girls stepping right out of a 2D comic.

Yu Jingxing: "......"

He reached out and touched the soft skin of her cheek, voice husky and gentle, "Time to eat. Zhenbao, go wash your hands, alright?"

Qi Zhen looked up at him, all pitiful: "You don't want me anymore?"

She looked really sad, but her fingers were drawing slow, teasing circles.

The next second, she was picked up and carried away.

Yu Jingxing stayed calm and in control as he brought her to the large wall calendar, grabbed a marker, and quickly drew two big circles. He looked at her with a light tone, "Only twice a week."

Qi Zhen knew he was doing it for her health. Everyone around her had always been worried about how delicate she was, like she'd break from a breeze.

But she never felt anything was wrong—she always thought she was totally healthy, no different from anyone else.

If it were the younger Yu Jingxing, maybe he would've just tossed his soft wife onto the bed and pampered her from head to toe—no taking off the white tights, no taking off the cute dress, and definitely no untying the twin ponytails.

But the Yu Jingxing of today had insane self-control, plus a strong grip on reason and dominance over basically everything.

Qi Zhen huffed, kicked off her fuzzy pink slippers, and stomped barefoot upstairs.

Yu Jingxing could only sigh and neatly place her slippers back into the shoe cabinet.

Inside were rows of shoes he'd bought for her—ever since they got married, every major luxury brand's new releases had made their way into this cabinet. But she barely touched any of them.

A while passed and she still hadn't come down.

Yu Jingxing figured she was sulking and got ready to head upstairs to coax her.

Just then, he heard heavy footsteps from upstairs.

Yu Jingxing: "......"

Then he saw... a little dinosaur—wearing a dinosaur headpiece and costume—stumble clumsily down the stairs.

Yu Jingxing: "......"

It was very obvious she was pretending to be a T-Rex. Her tiny arms were ridiculously short, and the dino head on top was huge, with big triangle teeth lined up perfectly.

The little dinosaur wiggled her stubby front limbs at him in greeting.

She did a little spin in place, and the dinosaur tail swung her off balance until he caught her mid-fall.

The muffled voice inside the costume said, "Hubby, dance with me?"

Yu Jingxing couldn't help but smile, feeling like he'd turned young again.

He scooped his little dino into his arms, and the dino head twisted a full 180 degrees, those giant cartoon eyes staring at him sideways.

Yu Jingxing chuckled and gently turned her head back forward.

Then he turned on the speaker, took her hand, and said warmly and gracefully, "Beautiful lady, would you care to dance a waltz with your husband?"

The little dinosaur placed her short stubby claws into his hand and let Yu Jingxing lead her into the dance. Along the way, she stepped on his feet multiple times.

Honestly, toss a handful of rice and even a baby chick would dance better than her.

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