The Film Emperor's Secretly Married Wife Ch. 54

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@MayflowerAndPox:
Hi bot! I need to clarify something—Mrs. Yu is seriously gorgeous!!! That day Yu Jingxing was out shopping with his wife, and my boyfriend and I worked up the courage to ask him for an autograph (we got rejected, not surprised, but he was SO gentle and elegant—I'm emotionally ruined). The surprise of the day? His wife looked up. She was a little shy, with this adorable, milky-white loli face. Straight-up fairy energy. So soft she made our hearts melt. Woc*, I swear, anyone saying she's ugly is just plain evil!!

(*goddamn)

The comments below were once again a chaotic mess of fan wars. The blocked ones kept popping back up like cockroaches you just couldn't kill, reposting and leaving messages cursing at the bot for being blind and writing fanfic just to feed their ship.

Qi Zhen let out a sigh, hugging her baby bunny tightly with a bit of a heavy heart. She shook it gently. "What do I do?"

She lay down, held the bunny up, and mimicked Yu Jingxing's steady tone. "Don't worry."

Qi Zhen pouted pitifully. "I don't want people to think I'm ugly, but I also don't want them to know who I am."

She lowered her voice, crossed the bunny's short legs, and pretended it was wearing tiny glasses and looking all serious. "Zhenbao, you should understand. You can't have your cake and eat it too. You have to make a choice."

Qi Zhen cupped her face. "Then you choose for me."

She made the bunny walk a few steps, then struck a cool pose with it. "No. You choose for yourself."

Qi Zhen burst out laughing.

Picturing Yu Jingxing's face on the bunny was just too funny.

She picked up her phone and posted a Weibo update:

Zhenzhen wulala: [Image] First day of a certain someone's business trip. I miss him.

Her post from a couple days ago was:

Zhenzhen wulala: [Image] Spaghetti made by a certain someone. From the noodles to the sauce, all homemade. No additives, no junk. Super tasty.

...

Scrolling further back:

Zhenzhen wulala: My mother-in-law is so nice, always stands up for me. She's like a mom to me [crying]. What do I do if I like her more than a certain someone? Ugh.

That Weibo account was really private. Other than a few fans who somehow managed to dig it up and follow her, pretty much no one knew about it. She had blocked access from her contacts and people nearby, so it wasn't a big deal.

She also pulled up an old post from over six months ago, along with some spring outing pics from high school and little horror snippets she'd written.

This Weibo had always been her place to record daily life, and honestly, flipping through the old posts made her pretty happy.

After laughing for a while, she hugged the bunny tight, curled up on the big bed, and fell asleep.

The next day, as expected, she almost overslept again.

Thankfully, Yu Jingxing had told Sister Sun to wake her up, and even had her bring breakfast over. Qi Zhen was running late, holding a jianbing guozi in one hand as she rushed to get in the car for school. There was just too much going on—she'd even made lunch plans with Jingzi and the others.

Sister Sun silently watched her buckle up, then started the car.

In the rearview mirror, the girl wore a baseball cap. Her skin looked a little pale. She was biting into her breakfast wrap and replying to messages with full concentration.

She looked super focused, her cheeks still round and babyish.

Only after Qi Zhen had gone through a whole round of replying—from sweet hubby to cute friends to her snappy mom—did Sister Sun gently ask, "Ma'am, did you put on sunscreen?"

Sure enough, Qi Zhen froze. She had forgotten.

Sister Sun quietly said, "It's in the little drawer to your left. Mr. Yu was worried you'd forget, and told me to remind you."

Yu Jingxing's protective streak ran deep. He took care of her down to every little detail, from what she ate to how she took care of herself.

Especially because Qi Zhen had naturally fair skin and couldn't be exposed to the sun directly—she'd get freckles, sunburned, or even worse, skin conditions.

While putting on sunscreen, Qi Zhen mumbled, "You can just call me Zhenzhen. I heard from Brother Xing you've been with him since his third year in the industry."

Sister Sun glanced at her through the mirror. The girl was innocently dabbing on sunscreen, her cheeks snow-white and puffed out. She seemed delicate and naïve, but her heart was in the right place.

Having worked as Yu Jingxing's assistant for so many years, Sister Sun actually knew him better than his manager. He hated anyone poking into his private life, no matter what excuse they gave. Plenty of people had crossed that line before and got burned.

She hoped this Mrs. Yu was different—or maybe she didn't even care about all that.

She nodded. "In private, that's fine."

Qi Zhen just smiled at her, then lowered her head to keep replying to messages.

Back at the dorm, at that hour, Jing Zi was still asleep. Li Yuanyuan had gotten up early to go for a jog with her boyfriend.

In just the short few days after military training, Li Yuanyuan had finally found herself a boyfriend and ended her lifelong single streak.

So sweet, unbearably sweet—sweet enough to make her get up early for him. That had to be true love.

Qi Zhen carefully sorted through her luggage, handing out all the snacks Yu Jingxing had stuffed in for her to her roommates.

It wasn't that she didn't want to eat them herself, but for some reason, she had gained a bit of weight after getting married.

If she got any heavier, Yu Jingxing might feel like he was hugging a little piglet.

He probably wouldn't say anything, but there's no way he wouldn't notice.

The lightest female artist at his company weighed only 39kg. Word had it that Shengguang had insanely strict standards for their artists—being thin on camera was the bare minimum, and the rest of the hellish training regimen was beyond imagination. There had to be some of Yu Jingxing's input in that too, as the boss.

According to the gossip, he was super harsh and cold as a boss, so the artists had no choice but to push themselves to the extreme to fight for resources.

—And then you had Yu Jingxing's wife, who weighed over ten jin more than his beautiful actresses. Ugh, what a tragic mental image. She didn't even want to imagine it.

The more Qi Zhen thought about it, the more embarrassed she got. She wasn't even sure which snacks were the problem. She swallowed hard and bit her lip, not daring to look at them.

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