The Film Emperor's Secretly Married Wife Ch. 62

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There were only two top-floor private rooms at Rongbaoxuan. Massive floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the Haicheng night skyline and major landmarks, while arched glass on the other side gave a full view of the main dining hall below. Emerald velvet curtains, crystal chandeliers, antique rosewood furniture, and display cases filled with ancient celadon porcelain—everything about the room screamed taste and class.

Qi Zhen took a sip of her lemon water and realized—it was warm.

But everyone else had icy, sparkling lemon water. Why though?

She slumped and said, "Blessed by the lucky gods, I should eat more. Sister Yuanyuan, hurry up and order, I'm starving to death."

Li Yuanyuan immediately gave her a strange, pitying look, sighed softly, and said, "Take care of Zhenbao. Let's not talk about the room anymore."

Since Shao Kang was also a student, everyone ordered pretty modestly. But when the food came, they realized—it was a lot.

Many of Rongbaoxuan's dishes were made using traditional recipes that were hard to replicate, which made it a unique standout even though it wasn't cheap. Besides the rich fangirls who regularly came to check in, plenty of ordinary diners came not just for the hype of Yu Jingxing, the international film star.

The dishes on the table were all exquisite and dazzling, but each portion looked kind of tiny.

Li Yuanyuan was confused. "Did we really order this much?"

Shao Kang was about to speak, but Qi Zhen slowly said, "Maybe."

Shao Kang went quiet.

The meal went really well—everyone had a great time. But Shao Kang still felt like the dishes were way more than what they ordered. Still, for the sake of Yuanyuan's face, he gritted his teeth and prepared to pay up.

But when the bill came, it only listed the few dishes they had originally picked.

Li Yuanyuan took the initiative to double-check and said to the server, "It looks like we got more food than this—there's something off with the bill."

The server replied politely, "This is the standard complimentary menu for our top-floor guests. It's not included in the bill. Also, as today's lucky customers, the service charge has been waived."

With an 18% tip rate on a nearly 8,000-yuan bill, that was actually a nice chunk of money saved.

Shao Kang looked like he wanted to say something, but Li Yuanyuan stopped him.

After dinner, the server respectfully packed up several boxes of elegant pastries. "These are the chef's latest limited-edition creations. Freshly baked, best consumed within three days. Please enjoy."

Li Yuanyuan was instantly delighted.

She squished Qi Zhen's cheeks, marveling at how soft they were, then planted two loud kisses on her despite Qi Zhen's protest. "Spill. Are you our lucky charm or what?! Our fangroup's richest VIP's been coming here for six years and barely got the chef's limiteds a handful of times."

Qi Zhen covered her face, sulking. "Stop kissing me already..."

Dinner was amazing. They didn't even know what happened—it was like winning the lottery.

Qi Zhen, though, didn't really feel much. She'd been out of it the whole meal. Somehow she got served warm lemon water, had a bunch of health tonics, and now felt super drowsy and sluggish.

The next morning, she was jolted awake by Li Yuanyuan's suppressed shrieking. She rubbed her eyes, still half-asleep. "Sister Yuanyuan?"

Li Yuanyuan immediately leaned down from her bed, dark circles under her eyes. "Go back to sleep, baby. I messed up. I spent all night cultivating immortality."

Qi Zhen blinked, totally lost. "You couldn't fall asleep?"

Li Yuanyuan's face was lit up with excitement. "Of course I couldn't sleep! Early this morning, Shengguang Media officially confirmed it—my idol is coming to our school for a speech!"

Qi Zhen's brain shut down. Her long hair spilled across the pillow as she stared blankly at Li Yuanyuan.

Li Yuanyuan went on, "That C-country president and the international movie star from M-country both spoke here, but our year never got that kind of perk. I can't believe the school actually invited Yu Jingxing!"

She was so excited she started rolling around in bed, squealing in a whisper, "He gave a speech at B University back in the capital when he was younger, but never again after that. And now our school's the lucky one?! The auditorium's gonna be packed!"

Qi Zhen rolled over and mumbled, "Even if he's coming to our school, it's probably impossible to get a seat. Forget it."

Li Yuanyuan grinned slyly and leaned her head down to pat her.

Qi Zhen curled up further into her blanket and gave her a look that said, What are you doing?

Li Yuanyuan blinked and said sweetly, "You remember that student council president who had a thing for you? Senior Dang? He messaged me at like 2 a.m. last night and said he could hold front row, center tickets—if I bring you with me."

She hung halfway off her bed, trying to reach out and grab her, her voice soft and ghostly, "Zhenbao... baby? Your Sister Yuanyuan loves you so much. I've never even seen our idol in person, not once in my life..."

Qi Zhen buried her head in the blanket, groaning sleepily, "I don't know anything..."

Li Yuanyuan knew she was a softie—this basically meant she agreed. So she cheerfully replied to Senior Dang right away.

Jing Zi was woken up too, head pounding, and said to Qi Zhen, "Don't be so softhearted. There's no way Senior Dang's giving us front row tickets for nothing."

Qi Zhen blinked, confused. "What else would it be?"

Jing Zi said, "Hard to say, honestly..."

She wanted to say more, but then felt like assuming people's motives behind their backs wasn't really cool.

But even though Senior Dang hadn't actually done anything, and always acted tall, silent, and super dependable, the school BBS had proof of his stalker-level devotion to his "little fairy."

Who would've thought that behind that straight-laced look, the senior actually had the heart of a lovesick simp?

It had already turned into a public spectacle anyway, so a little more embarrassment didn't matter—he was clearly down to be humiliated if it meant winning over his fairy.

And now that Yu Jingxing was coming to S University to speak, the media was definitely going to show up. Trending topic status was guaranteed.

If things really went down the way Jing Zi was imagining, it'd be beyond awkward—but also, it just seemed way too crazy to be real.

No normal person would have the guts or even come up with this kind of public confession plan... That would basically be forcing the soft and squishy little fairy to say yes in front of everyone.

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