The Film Emperor's Secretly Married Wife Ch. 68

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Yu Jingxing helped his wife put on her hat, gently fixing the brim and brushing her hair aside as she leaned against him.

His voice softened. "Zhenzhen told me your dorm has a rule about treating people—is that right?"

Jing Zi said awkwardly, "No need, really... And didn't Zhenzhen say you had a company meeting?"

Yu Jingxing gave a small smile, polite but firm. "When in Rome. I'll treat you both to dinner. Thank you for taking care of her."

As he pushed Qi Zhen toward the door, Li Yuanyuan finally snapped out of it. She stammered, totally flustered, "You... You're really her husband?"

Li Yuanyuan stammered, "N-no, it's not that—I'm just... still really shocked."

She got flustered, her face turning even redder, eyes darting around. "Ah, no—I mean, please forgive me for being impatient earlier, I..."

She had actually spoken to her idol on the phone. And not just spoken—she'd been impatient. She'd cursed him out in her head. Called him an old dog.

Now she seriously wanted to bash her head into the ground. Just end it right there. Too embarrassing to live.

Jing Zi, on the other hand, looked like she was ready to drag her away on the spot. So humiliating. What happened to "Sister Yuanyuan never regrets for any man," huh?

Yu Jingxing just shook his head gently and said in a warm tone, "I'm only thankful that you took care of her."

Qi Zhen, sitting in the wheelchair, didn't dare lift her head. She let out a soft, guilty, "Aw."

The brim of her hat shaded her eyes, leaving her pale, round-cheeked face visible. She looked like a pitiful little squirrel.

She felt guilty—couldn't bring herself to look at Sister Yuanyuan.

Li Yuanyuan glared at her, but then couldn't help laughing a little. Her face stayed stiff, and even she didn't know what she was feeling anymore.

The OB-GYN was an older woman in her fifties, and the moment she saw Qi Zhen, she recognized her. "Zhenzhen, your grandma didn't expect to see you here in my department."

Qi Zhen lowered her head in shame.

Auntie Jiang Sa—she used to buy her all kinds of snacks and toys to cheer her up when she was in the hospital as a kid. Always called her little sweetie.

Director Jiang said, "Your grandma even called last time to remind me—if you ever came in, to let her know. She's just worried about you, don't brush it off."

It had been a long time since she'd last seen this little girl, which actually meant Qi Zhen's health had gotten better over the years, which was a relief.

But she hadn't expected to see that once-fair, doll-like curly-haired little girl here, in her OB-GYN department.

Accompanied by her tall, graceful husband, who had one hand gently placed over her stomach.

For a second, Director Jiang felt like her precious cabbage had been stolen by a pig. She tried to keep her shock and irritation down.

Qi Zhen buried her head in Yu Jingxing's chest, embarrassed, and he gently ran his fingers through her hair.

Director Jiang had been feeling pretty unhappy—until she looked at Yu Jingxing's face.

Then she kind of froze up.

Yu Jingxing gave her a polite smile.

Director Jiang blinked and nodded quickly. "Mm... very nice."

She didn't even know what she was saying anymore.

Once the pregnancy test result came out, she sent them for an hCG blood test to be sure.

While they waited for the report, Qi Zhen was practically dying of embarrassment. "Ugh, half the doctors here are old enough to have carried me around when I was little. If I'm really pregnant, I'm gonna be so embarrassed."

Yu Jingxing's warm hand touched her lower belly. He leaned his forehead to hers and gently coaxed, "You'd be a little mama. They'd be happy for you."

Qi Zhen wasn't happy at all, but she knew he was just trying to comfort her. So she leaned against him and didn't say anything.

When they were alone, Yu Jingxing couldn't help himself. He reached out and touched Qi Zhen's soft cheek, full of tenderness and affection.

The waiting room was empty, and the girl slowly climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. They looked into each other's eyes, tilted their heads, and kissed gently.

There was no desire behind it—just quiet intimacy, like nothing else in the world existed.

Their lips and tongues tangled, and her mind felt like it was soaking in warm water.

But Qi Zhen started running out of breath, and when she pulled away to gasp, there was the faintest smile at the corner of Yu Jingxing's mouth.

Qi Zhen let out a little whine and refused to let him kiss her again.

The report came back. Her hCG levels weren't high, so they did an ultrasound just to be safe.

Director Jiang looked at the report and told them, "She's not pregnant. But it'd be best to get a full physical. This girl's body is too weak. I've watched her grow up—she still feels like a little baby to me."

"As a gynecologist, I don't recommend having a baby too early either. Let Zhenzhen recover first, then plan for it. It'll be better for both the mother and the child."

Director Jiang said seriously, "She probably can't accept the idea of being a mom yet. She's still a little girl herself—how's she supposed to take care of a baby?"

She glanced at Qi Zhen. "Right? Am I right?"

Qi Zhen shyly nodded and buried her face into Yu Jingxing's chest in silent agreement.

Yu Jingxing gently stroked her hair and nodded at the director. "Just having her is enough."

Grandma Jiang had originally intended to give this husband a bit of a lecture, but looking at Yu Jingxing again... she found herself stuck. Nothing came out.

So she turned to Qi Zhen instead. "Zhenzhen, take good care of your health. I've watched you grow up, and I still worry about you."

Qi Zhen nodded obediently.

Then her husband pushed her out of the office, helping her put on her hat and sunglasses.

They had cut the line because of who Qi Zhen was, but Director Jiang still had several patients with appointments waiting.

It wasn't overly crowded at that hour, but there were still a fair number of people—though nothing like a public hospital. Everyone here had pre-booked, so things moved fast.

The people they passed in the hallway didn't do anything too forward, but someone did recognize Yu Jingxing.

A woman with a stylish handbag pulled down her sunglasses and lit up. "Are you Yu Jingxing? Can I take a picture with you?"

Yu Jingxing refused her directly.

The woman glanced at the gynecology department sign and immediately looked like she understood everything.

She flipped her hair, looking at the pale girl in the wheelchair, who was bundled up tightly. "No worries, no worries."

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