The Film Emperor's Secretly Married Wife Ch. 67

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There wasn't time to overthink it—Li Yuanyuan was already annoyed.

She wrapped an arm around Qi Zhen and snapped back, quick and sharp, "Rush hour! Never seen rush hour in Haicheng? We already told the driver to speed up!"

Stupid old man, what the hell was he rushing them for?

If Zhenbao really was pregnant and suffering, he was the one who knocked her up in the first place.

But the man stayed calm and just asked, "How is she?"

Li Yuanyuan grumbled, "Alive and kicking. She'll probably be fine by the time we get to the hospital."

She hung up and instantly felt better. She'd been irritated with this uncle for a while now.

So shameless, robbing the cradle like that.

She imagined sweet, delicate Zhenbao being held in the arms of some balding, creepy old guy with a nice voice, and it made her stomach churn.

But the old guy was pretty efficient. He'd probably called ahead on the way, because as soon as they arrived outside Lianghe's garden, hospital staff came out to meet them. They brought a wheelchair for Qi Zhen without wasting any time.

The head nurse personally took her temperature.

It was normal. They did a blood panel and a chest X-ray, and there was no waiting—there weren't many patients in the private hospital to begin with, and Qi Zhen's case was handled as a priority. A respiratory specialist came in, looked over the results and images, and confirmed there were no major issues. They prescribed her some meds.

Not long after, the head nurse came back with the wheelchair to take Qi Zhen to a VIP room to rest. "I'll take you in with Miss Qi."

Qi Zhen was obedient and polite. "Thank you for your hard work, Auntie Shan."

Now that she had a moment to breathe, the head nurse patted her head affectionately and asked gently how she was feeling.

Jing Zi asked, "You know each other?"

The middle-aged head nurse helped press the elevator button. "Zhenzhen is the granddaughter of one of the hospital's shareholders."

A precious little darling, completely pampered.

Li Yuanyuan stared blankly and nodded.

Qi Zhen looked up and said, "Sister Yuanyuan, Xiao Zizi, are you guys mad at me?"

She was actually worried about something else, something she'd been holding in for a while. But Li Yuanyuan thought it was about this.

To be honest, Li Yuanyuan had assumed Qi Zhen came from a pretty well-off middle-class family. What she didn't expect was that she'd turn out to be the great-granddaughter of Lianghe's founder—and blood-related to Zhou Binghe himself.

So yeah, you could definitely call her a rich young lady.

But honestly, there wasn't really anything to be mad about. Qi Zhen was great. A little delicate, sure, but super sweet-tempered and well-behaved.

She was like one of those pampered ragdoll cats—stunning looks, lazy vibes, never caused any trouble, and you could pet her however you wanted. She'd just look at you all innocent and nuzzle up.

Li Yuanyuan shook her head. "What would I be mad about?"

She pushed Qi Zhen's wheelchair forward. The wheels rolled smoothly, and soon they were at the door of the VIP suite on the top floor.

The head nurse said, "Your grandma called earlier. She said she'll take you to gynecology later—did you know that?"

Nowadays, her grandma made all the decisions without even consulting her. Qi Zhen gave a sulky little "mm."

Li Yuanyuan was still reeling from the shock that this was actually Qi Zhen's family hospital.

They hadn't stayed in the VIP room long—not even had a few sips of tea—when Qi Zhen's husband arrived.

Steady, quick footsteps echoed as the lounge door was pushed open.

Li Yuanyuan suddenly had a weird gut feeling.

The man who had given a speech at the auditorium earlier stepped in. His perfectly tailored suit jacket was gone, replaced by an expensive white dress shirt that was slightly wrinkled. The sleeves were casually rolled up, revealing strong forearms.

This man's image had appeared in countless iconic videos. He had stood on stages under bright lights, calmly delivering speeches.

But now he was here, looking uncharacteristically rushed, yet still composed and cool-headed.

There was no one else in the VIP room. Li Yuanyuan felt herself freeze on the spot.

She couldn't say a word for a long moment.

It was such an absurd clash of realities, like she had slipped into someone else's dream.

Yu Jingxing gave the two girls a polite nod. Then, naturally, he bent down on one knee and scooped his delicate wife into his arms.

Ignoring her squirming protests, he supported her legs with his arm.

Yu Jingxing touched his forehead to the girl's gently and said with a sigh, "Alive and kicking, huh?"

Qi Zhen wriggled. "What are you doing? Put me down."

He kissed her soft cheek and coaxed, "Let's go see the OB-GYN, okay? For our baby."

Qi Zhen hooked her arms around his neck, her expression utterly blank as she gave up struggling.

She said, "Why are you here so fast? Didn't you say you had to go back to Shengguang right after your event to host a meeting?"

He must've already been on the road—Shengguang's headquarters wasn't anywhere near their school.

Yu Jingxing said, "That's why I rushed back."

Qi Zhen glanced at his shirt and his rolled-up sleeves, eyes narrowing. "Don't tell me you were speeding?"

Yu Jingxing tucked her back into the wheelchair and pulled a blanket over her. "It's fine. I used to be really good at it."

He didn't spare her two friends a glance.

Qi Zhen pictured him with silver hair like some street-racing bad boy, and her face went pale. "It's not about whether you're good at it! Detouring to speed on the road is insane... That used to be you're talking about—didn't you not even have a license back then?"

Yu Jingxing ignored her and turned to the two girls. "I'll take her to OB-GYN now. Could I trouble you both to wait here for a bit?"

Li Yuanyuan's face turned the color of raw liver. Her throat felt tight, like she couldn't get any words out.

She looked at the composed, elegant man—her idol and celebrity crush of over ten years—and then looked at the pale girl in the wheelchair.

Her brain flipped between an image of a bald old man, then Yu Jingxing, then Yu Jingxing as a bald old man.

And then it snapped back to reality—the Yu Jingxing in front of her, every gesture exuding that magnetic, slightly aloof aura.

Jing Zi was more composed. She was excited too, but at least she could still talk.

She nodded quickly. "Please go ahead and take Zhenzhen. Yuanyuan and I can head back early."

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