The Film Emperor's Secretly Married Wife Ch. 49

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Shanshan excitedly munched chips and said, "Then hurry up!"

When the baby's born, she'd be the aunt to her idol's child. How lucky was that!

Qi Zhen looked at her blankly.

The private women's talk ended when Grandma kicked Shanshan out and scolded Zhenzhen, "You have to want the kids yourself. Do you understand?"

At dinner, Qi Zhaoyuan finally arrived.

He was always rushed, probably wouldn't finish the meal before heading back. At his age, he still had an unmatched passion for research projects.

He hadn't seen his daughter for a while, so he hugged Qi Zhen and Grandma, asked Shanshan about her studies, and saw Yu Jingxing wearing an apron bringing dishes to the table.

The man's tall, fit figure in Grandma's apron looked gentle and elegant—like the perfect husband at home.

Yu Jingxing saw him and smiled softly. "Teacher."

Qi Zhaoyuan nodded, holding Zhenzhen's hand. "Busy with work? Taking care of Zhenzhen too? You've worked hard."

Yu Jingxing replied lightly, "Zhenzhen is my wife. It's nothing hard."

The dinner table felt warm and happy.

Qi Zhen noticed Yu Jingxing's cooking was really good—actually better than Grandma's. The plating and taste were like from a restaurant.

Under the table, she slowly rubbed Yu Jingxing's long leg, blushing.

Yu Jingxing looked up at her helplessly and reached to grab her ankle, fingertips feeling the delicate, tight skin of a young girl.

Then suddenly, their eyes met the teacher's heavy gaze.

Qi Zhen didn't know yet, but having him hold her soft white foot in his dry warm palm made her curl her toes, feeling a little admiring and dependent.

Her father-in-law poured a glass of white liquor and kindly said to him, "Jingxing, speaking of which, when did you dye your silver hair back?"

Qi Zhen looked up, puzzled. "When did you ever have silver hair?"

Her father-in-law seemed in a good mood and took some photos from his bag. "Here, taken in high school. I especially brought them today—after all, these are Jingxing's old days."

Qi Zhen slowly widened her eyes, staring at Yu Jingxing in disbelief.

The young guy in the old photo had silver hair dyed, his face cold and indifferent. Around him were a bunch of trendy guys and girls. He sat in the middle of a sports car, holding a cigarette at his lips, slowly taking a drag.

He seemed totally unbothered by being photographed, even wearing a slightly teasing cold smile on his lips.

The silver-haired boy's face said casually: Snap a pic of me, and you're dead.

Qi Zhen looked at him a little innocent and quietly pulled her foot back.

Wasn't this the super tough street gangster?

Yu Jingxing: "..."

Smoking, racing, silver-dyed hair—the social big shot.

In the photo, Yu Jingxing's hair was really short, originally a clean and neat style, but after dyeing it, he looked a bit rogue and cool, with that scary, indifferent gaze.

If Qi Zhen was in the same high school and class as him, she'd definitely be so scared she'd transfer right away.

The most "social" social big shot she'd ever seen looked like a fat tiger in front of him.

After all, he didn't drive a supercar, didn't have a gang of flashy rich second-generation fans, and wouldn't smirk coldly like he was totally chill after being caught smoking and reported to the teacher. Instead, he'd flick the cigarette butt and keep smoking.

So scary.

Did he even dare to hit teachers?

But Qi Zhen had never actually seen Yu Jingxing smoke. She only heard Mei Hesheng say while they were shopping and eating desserts that Yu Jingxing used to smoke a lot when he was young.

At that time, Qi Zhen found it hard to believe, because Yu Jingxing looked healthy, refined, and easygoing—probably a rare example of a disciplined guy his age.

Qi Zhen lowered her head, picking up a rib and putting it in her mouth, sipping the tangy-sweet sauce.

Thinking about how Yu Jingxing made the sweet and sour ribs, she felt her heart swell with affection for him.

She stretched her leg softly to nudge him again.

The man quietly served her a bowl of soup and coaxed without a sound, "Careful, it's hot."

She didn't listen and took a sip, burning her mouth and making her eyes rim red.

Yu Jingxing quickly handed her half a glass of ice-cold cola. After drinking it, her eyes filled with admiration and happiness.

Mr. Qi: "..."

Mr. Qi chuckled, "But Jingxing is a good kid."

Qi Zhen shook her head inside but looked obedient on the outside.

Her father added, "Don't say this, but his grades have always been good. Even though he doesn't come to class often, he's always top three in the grade."

Some classmates might be a bit rebellious, but they definitely had the swagger to back it up.

The atmosphere instantly froze.

The underachiever got hit hard, like a droopy-eared cat with a sagging whisker, having the soft white feet she had just rested safely on Yu Jingxing's hands pulled away.

Yu Jingxing: "..."

After dinner, Shanshan also came over to look at the photo and swore a thousand curses in her heart out of excitement, wishing she could take a picture and announce it to the world.

Who said Yu Jingxing didn't have the vibe of a boy band idol!

He was clearly so handsome! The vibe was explosive, no one at their school had such a dreamy social big shot! Silver hair was super classy too—he could debut straight away as an idol, insanely handsome.

Qi Zhen looked up at him, their fingers interlaced, and said, "Were you really that cool back then?"

Yu Jingxing wiped her hands and said in a low voice, "There was a wild phase."

Her face was pale and tender, her eyes like curved honey chocolate: "Hmm, really can't tell."

After wiping her hands, he carefully applied hand cream, gently massaging. The girl's hands were as white as jade shoots, with a few dimples on the back, crystal clear and cute. He really wanted to lean down and kiss them.

They looked at each other, their fingers wearing wedding rings slowly interlocking, and Qi Zhen blushed a little.

Qi Zhen quietly leaned in and told him, "If I met you back then, I might've been so scared I'd cry."

Yu Jingxing smiled faintly, saying nothing.

Though he was a bit cold as a teenager, his attitude wasn't the same toward everyone.

The treasure he now held gently in his hands might have been more flashy and passionate back then.

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