The Film Emperor's Secretly Married Wife Ch. 47

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Qi Shan: "exm???" ("Whaaat???")

But what could she do? She had to hold it in.

She couldn't bully his wife in front of her idol.

And absolutely couldn't let the idol know she used to bully Qi Zhen as a kid.

Though Qi Shan was over two years younger than Qi Zhen, she was fierce as hell.

She'd pinched little Qi Zhen's chubby, lotus-joint-like arms red more than once, but they felt so good she couldn't stop pinching.

And Qi Zhen never got mad—she'd just look at her all cute and ask why she was pinching her.

Ugh, was she going to be the first fan Yu Jingxing would beat to death?

Qi Shan was filled with dread, so distracted that her vegetable picking was sloppy, tossing both good and bad leaves... almost the same as Qi Zhen's.

Bitter, so bitter, she sat on a tall pile of lemons.

The kitchen was a mess, and there was half a bottle of cold Coke at Qi Zhen's feet, which she quietly shoved back under the chair.

Shanshan stood up, all righteous, and snitched to get back in the game, "She drank Coke! Cold! Half a bottle!"

Grandma immediately put her hands on her hips, turned her head to glare at Qi Zhen, ready to roar today's lion's share of scolding.

Just then, Yu Jingxing walked in from outside, calmly looking at Qi Zhen sitting on a small stool, hugging her knees.

Qi Zhen looked at him innocently, bit her thumb, said nothing, and calmly kept picking vegetables.

Yu Jingxing smiled a little, looking a bit helpless.

Shanshan: Ugh, I'm even more bitter now, I'm cursing myself out loud [10,000 words of swear words].

Yu Jingxing just smiled at grandma and said, "I'll do it."

Grandma shot a glare at Qi Zhen, then awkwardly said, "No need to trouble you. Besides, you're from capital city, you might not know the veggies here in Haicheng, let me do it."

Yu Jingxing lowered his eyes, slowly rolled up his sleeves, and said, "I've done it a few times before, Zhenzhen said it was okay."

Shanshan was a mess, clutching her chest, struggling to breathe.

Grandma was worried her Zhenbao wouldn't be used to the taste, so she added, "When Zhenzhen was around, I always added extra crushed hawthorn when I cooked for her."

Yu Jingxing nodded and started prepping the ingredients.

Qi Zhen eagerly offered, "Let me help you."

Her eyes sparkled as she picked up an apron and earnestly tried to tie it on him.

Grandma tugged on her pigtails and scolded her, "You call that helping? That's just sneaking snacks and making trouble!"

Qi Zhen covered her hair, staring at Grandma in confusion.

Grandma, annoyed, pinched her cheeks—actually pinched them red—and Qi Zhen whimpered like a little bunny as she burrowed into Yu Jingxing's arms.

Yu Jingxing held her and comforted her, sighing indulgently, "Just let her stay. Having an extra pair of hands isn't bad."

Qi Zhen looked up at him. "Mmm."

Yu Jingxing kept gently rubbing her cheeks, fingertips brushing against her soft skin, eyes meeting her dewy gaze.

Grandma sighed, shot Qi Zhen a glare, and left with Qi Shan, whose face looked like she'd achieved enlightenment—part joy, part sorrow, and all numbness.

Shanshan peeked sourly into the kitchen and said to Grandma, "Aren't you going to stop Zhenzhen? Showing off their PDA in broad daylight—it's scandalous. And why is she so clingy? They're already married, not dating... They're basically an old couple already—"

Grandma gave her a sidelong glance. "This is what you call an old husband and young wife."

Shanshan protested, "My idol looks young no matter what, okay?"

When she first heard Yu Jingxing got married, Shanshan had a breakdown too. But in her head, Mrs. Yu was a gentle, graceful woman with long legs and a big chest. If Yu Jingxing had to get married, someone understanding and elegant would've been perfect.

Her fan circle friends—and her real-life ones—couldn't imagine someone as distant as Yu Jingxing falling head over heels for a woman.

So they all hoped he'd end up with a kind woman who would soften him, take care of him, and be considerate. Someone around his age with a similar background—that way, maybe, he'd find happiness.

But Yu Jingxing married a little loli. The delicate kind that gets sick when the wind blows.

...And that loli was Shanshan's own Zhenzhen!

Though she talked tough, deep down Shanshan genuinely wanted Zhenzhen to be happy.

Yu Jingxing didn't cook like Grandma—fast and fiery—but with a slow, easy rhythm that looked like he was enjoying it. Only Qi Zhen was busy bargaining with him, "Add more sugar. I like it sweet and tangy."

Yu Jingxing glanced at her calmly and smiled. "No."

Qi Zhen hugged him from behind, whining, "Please."

Yu Jingxing reasoned, "Too much sugar's bad for you."

Qi Zhen blinked up at him, pretending to be thoughtful for his sake. "We rarely come to Grandma's place. Don't you want to show off your amazing cooking?"

Yu Jingxing couldn't help but laugh, but still answered mildly, "Not if it comes at the cost of your health."

Qi Zhen hugged his waist and quietly slid her fingers between his, not saying a word.

Yu Jingxing reached back and lightly patted her forehead, calmly giving in. "Got it. Just a little."

A little was probably too little for her to even taste.

Qi Zhen stood on tiptoe and kissed him. While Yu Jingxing was still prepping ingredients and mixing the sauce, he leaned down and casually kissed her on the cheek.

Qi Zhen wrapped her arms around his neck again, and this time Yu Jingxing had to lower his head to kiss her properly. Their lips and tongues slowly tangled together, and she let out a soft breath, a little breathless.

Yu Jingxing gently adjusted her dress and gave her a mild lecture. "We're at Grandma's house. Can you behave, okay?"

Then he added, "Don't you want to eat your favorite sweet and sour ribs?"

Qi Zhen hugged his waist tightly and muttered, "When we're at Grandma's, and you talk to your fans, I feel like I don't even know you anymore."

Gentle and polite, sure, but distant and aloof too.

Yu Jingxing chuckled, hugged her, and kissed her. His voice was soft. "Do you know me now? Hmm?"

Qi Zhen blushed a little.

She earnestly offered, "Let me help you. You're not very efficient on your own."

Yu Jingxing looked down as he worked and replied, "Mm, I'll add more sugar."

Qi Zhen realized he'd seen through her and couldn't help but blush, staring at her toes, then sneaking another glance at him.

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