The Film Emperor's Secretly Married Wife Ch. 69

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Her mother-in-law, a spry-looking woman in her seventies, also recognized Yu Jingxing but wasn't a fan.

She was very friendly, speaking Mandarin with a bit of a Haicheng accent. "This little girl's too young, too skinny—not good for pregnancy. You need to make sure she eats better. If she needs a wheelchair just from being pregnant, her body's really under strain. You men..."

Yu Jingxing just smiled and said calmly, "Thank you."

The old lady ignored him and fished out a small carton of Wangzai milk from her bag.

She popped in the straw and handed it to the girl, fussing gently, "Poor thing, take care of yourself, okay?"

Qi Zhen looked up at her and thanked her sweetly and politely.

The younger woman was still curious, clearly wanting a better look at Qi Zhen's face.

Even though the rumors had already been debunked, most people were still influenced by the ones that had circulated so widely in the past.

Unless they saw the truth for themselves, it was hard to change their impression—or to imagine that Mrs. Yu might actually have a beautiful face.

But before the woman could do anything more, Yu Jingxing had already wheeled his wife away.

Back in the VIP room, Li Yuanyuan and Jing Zi were sitting up straight like schoolkids. When they saw Yu Jingxing pushing Qi Zhen back in, they both straightened up even more.

Qi Zhen's big eyes were sparkling, and she was happily swinging her legs, holding her little carton of Wangzai milk like it was treasure.

Jing Zi stood up right away, looking anxious. "So? How was it?"

She looked more like the dad here than anyone else.

Yu Jingxing didn't answer.

Qi Zhen beamed, glanced up at him, then threw her arms wide and cheerfully announced, "I don't have to be a mommy—for now!"

Li Yuanyuan was also relieved, but the moment she saw Yu Jingxing, her face turned red again and she started stammering.

Qi Zhen was in an excellent mood, body and soul both light as air. She opened her arms to her husband and chirped, "Hug!"

Yu Jingxing lifted her up. She was so light it felt like she weighed nothing.

The little girl was over the moon now that the weight was off her chest. She tilted her head and gave him a loud kiss on his slightly cold, handsome profile.

Yu Jingxing lowered his head to touch her lips, holding her close as they kissed softly for a few seconds.

Then he wrapped his arms around her and whispered, a little helplessly, "No more being clingy. Stop bouncing around—your classmates are here."

Li Yuanyuan smiled stiffly. "It's fine, it's fine, hahaha."

"...Hahaha, really, no problem, don't worry."

Even though Yu Jingxing told her to behave, Qi Zhen still couldn't hold back her bubbling excitement.

She wasn't pregnant anymore. She'd basically come back to life on the spot. She could run, jump, drink ice-cold Coke, and no weird waiter was handing her hot lemon water anymore.

Her little hand with the wedding ring was interlocked with his fingers. She hid her other hand behind her back, tilted her head slightly to look up at Yu Jingxing, her twin ponytails hanging low—looking unbelievably sweet.

Li Yuanyuan: This whole sour life—she had to be the reincarnation of pickled fish or something.

But she understood that Qi Zhen really relied on her husband. Before, she'd been seriously explaining to them how nice he was, saying he was gentle and kind.

And whenever the girl mentioned Yu Jingxing, it was always in glowing terms. She admired and relied on him so much—being this clingy made total sense.

Li Yuanyuan thought about herself. When she was with Shao Kang, she was always the one in control, always had the final say. Then again, Shao Kang listened to his girlfriend.

It was a little tiring, but not bad.

She was sharp and assertive, while Qi Zhen was all soft and clueless, so it made sense she'd be spoiled by a guy who was both strong and warm.

Everyone had their own fate.

She got it, all of it. It made sense. But it still stung.

Her dream guy got married—and his wife was her roommate.

Someone hit the lottery—and that someone lived next door.

How was this not painful? Even if she'd never planned on winning the lottery in the first place?

Qi Zhen puffed out her cheeks, but couldn't hold in her excitement. "Where are you taking us for dinner tonight?"

Yu Jingxing reasoned with her, "Ask your friends what they want to eat. Be polite."

She scooted over to Li Yuanyuan and acted cute. "Sister Yuan, what do you want to eat?"

Li Yuanyuan looked at her bun-like face and couldn't help but reach out and pinch it.

That baby fat was the perfect squish—totally therapeutic. Her snow-white cheeks turned red instantly.

Zhenbao just looked at her with sparkly eyes, silently asking what they were eating.

Even though the pinch felt amazing—so satisfying—Sister Yuan quickly noticed the dream guy giving her a subtle look.

No expression, but not exactly thrilled either.

Li Yuanyuan awkwardly let go.

She grumbled, "I can't think of anything."

Qi Zhen looked at her husband, then obediently turned to Jing Zi. "What do you wanna eat, little Zizi?"

Yu Jingxing saw how well-behaved she was and didn't say anything.

Zhenbao had basically grown up in a honey jar. Aside from her parents' divorce, everything in her life had gone smoothly.

When it came to social stuff, it was always other people doting on Qi Zhen. She was kind and innocent, had a great temper—but because she was still so young, she often missed the details.

Jing Zi said, "How about Western food? I haven't had it in a while."

Qi Zhen turned back to look at Yu Jingxing, like a folded-ear cat with droopy ears and little whiskers, twitching her triangle-shaped ears.

Yu Jingxing waved her over and handed back her carton of Wangzai milk.

This time, Yu Jingxing had brought along Sister Sun. Usually it was either Sister Sun or the driver doing the driving, but since Qi Zhen had health issues and no one else could drive fast enough, the boss decided to take the wheel himself.

Before he started driving seriously, Sister Sun couldn't figure out why Yu Jingxing thought she was slow.

She'd been driving for decades! Was he seriously insulting her license like this?

She rarely saw Yu Jingxing drive himself. Even when he did, it wasn't anything special—he just looked relaxed and chill.

But today was terrifying. He almost drifted that Bentley like it was a race car.

Sister Sun and the assistant were both clinging to the car's grab handles, faces pale. The young assistant girl nearly burst into tears, lips trembling as she mentally drafted her will.

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