The Film Emperor's Secretly Married Wife Ch. 52

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Yu Jingxing suggested she come home every day anyway—there was a driver to pick her up, and home was definitely more comfortable than the dorms.

But Qi Zhen thought her roommates were all pretty nice.

She didn't want her close friends to think she was too spoiled and didn't fit in with everyone, so she turned the offer down.

Besides, eating cold leftovers alone at home just felt too gloomy.

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Chen Ao: [When are you bringing your little enchantress over to see me? Got all the old men obsessed. I bet they'd die happy if it was in her bellybutton.]

Yu Jingxing, silent: [...]

Chen Ao: [Don't worry about my side. Just head straight to the airport later.]

Yu Jingxing: [She saw your texts and is about to cry.]

Chen Ao immediately typed back: [Ah, sister, I'm just a filthy guy, don't take it seriously. I'll slap myself three times, please don't cry.]

Yu Jingxing: [She's not actually crying.]

Chen Ao: [What the f?]

Then he sighed: [Your wife's got a good temper. Mine? If she gets mad, I gotta offer up jewels and gold just to keep her from dumping a pot of crap on my head.]

Yu Jingxing replied: [Vulgar. Noisy.]

Qi Zhen covered her face and tugged at his arm. "Don't go."

Her eyes were bright and shiny as she looked up at him. "So you're only heading to the airport tonight?"

Yu Jingxing gave a helpless "mm-hmm."

Qi Zhen held her face in her hands, a little shy, and shook his strong arm as she whined, "Then help me pack my suitcase, please? I wanna nap, pretty please?"

She had this habit of clenching her hands together like a little ball when asking for things—apparently a leftover reflex from being denied milk as a baby.

Even when asking favors from elders, she'd instinctively clasp her hands and bow a little.

Yu Jingxing figured, no wonder elders couldn't resist her. She was just too cute.

Plus, Qi Zhen hadn't been sleeping well lately. Even though she was young and full of energy, the exhaustion still hit when her nerves finally settled down. She already had faint dark circles under her eyes.

Yu Jingxing, on the other hand, had gotten used to flipping day and night during his acting years. He could adjust quickly and stayed in great shape—his health routine was solid, and his physical condition was even better than a guy in his twenties.

The muscles along his waist, back, and arms were well-defined and powerful.

But Qi Zhen wasn't like that. Her body was fragile—soft all over, no strength, no resistance. If she got too tired, she'd get sick easily.

She curled up in bed, drifting sweetly into sleep. Her messy hair draped over her neck and round, fair shoulders, making her look utterly spent, a kind of satisfied exhaustion that came after intimacy.

Which, to be fair, was exactly what it was.

Yu Jingxing gently gathered her scattered hair, then bent down with a sigh and packed up her two suitcases, organizing everything by category.

After a moment of thought, he quietly placed the pregnancy test kit inside.

She was young and got embarrassed easily. Things had gotten a little intense these past couple of days, and once, the condom had even broken.

If there were any consequences, she'd be too shy to buy a test herself—probably wouldn't even dare to tell anyone.

Knowing his shy little wife, she'd just pretend like nothing happened. Just like an ostrich burying its head in the sand—couldn't scold her, couldn't teach her, and she wouldn't listen anyway. Total headache.

He added a few pairs of shoes, some medicine, sanitary pads, and a few changes of underwear. He also packed a couple of dresses and outfits he'd bought for her but she hadn't worn yet. Then he went down to the basement, grabbed some snacks people had gifted them, and used them to fill the remaining space.

By evening, Qi Zhen was still asleep—and sleeping even deeper.

Yu Jingxing kissed her soft, creamy cheek and whispered by her ear, "Zhenbao?"

Qi Zhen didn't wake up, just burrowed her head deeper under the blanket.

Worried she might end up sleeping till nine or ten at night and mess up her schedule, he decided to wake her.

Qi Zhen had a bit of morning grumpiness, her big eyes droopy as she hugged her bunny plush and stared at him in a daze, looking a little pale.

Wearing his wedding ring, Yu Jingxing gently touched her full, soft cheek, pressed his forehead against hers, and coaxed, "I warmed up some porridge for you. Eat a little—it's good for your stomach. And be good tonight, no soda, okay?"

She rubbed her bunny's ears and nodded obediently.

Yu Jingxing gave her a kiss on the cheek, and she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with a loud smooch.

She was wearing a nightgown with a coat draped over her shoulders, sitting on her suitcase as he pushed her to the garage.

She insisted on following him all the way there, like a fuzzy little tail, so clingy it hurt.

Since they got married, there hadn't been a single time they were apart for over a month—sometimes not even a few days.

Right now, she felt just like when she was a kid on Sunday nights—already filled with that helpless sense of parting, counting on her fingers for the next weekend to come.

Yu Jingxing lifted her down, loaded her luggage into the trunk, waved at her, and told her to be good and go back inside.

Qi Zhen stood behind the car, nose tingling.

She wiped away a few tears—then let out a small laugh.

She just couldn't handle him suddenly leaving for somewhere else.

Yu Jingxing couldn't bear to see her cry. He pulled her into his arms to comfort her, but the more he tried to soothe her, the more wronged she felt, and her tears, which had just stopped, started falling again.

Burying her face in his chest, she sniffled. "Why'd you comfort me? I was about to be fine on my own."

Yu Jingxing gently stroked her cheek and teased, "Why don't I just steal our Zhenbao away and not let her go to school anymore, huh?"

Qi Zhen twisted a little, stared down at her toes, and after seriously thinking about it, said, "No way."

Yu Jingxing couldn't help but laugh. He kissed her delicate face a few more times, messing up her little cowlick.

Even after he left, she still felt a faint sense of emptiness in her chest.

Being with him made her so happy she didn't even know what exactly she was happy about.

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