Page 591 of Assistant to My Contracted Husband

"Call me ’hubby’ and I’ll consider it,"

Jian Ran: "..."

If we’re talking about shamelessness,

truly, no one could beat Gu Mochen in that department.

Jian Ran listened to the man’s thick-skinned words, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly, but felt a tiny stir in her heart.

If... it really worked, what then?

Wouldn’t she be making a profit?

With that thought, Jian Ran whispered softly.

"Mm... hubby, raise my salary."

Gu Mochen: "..."

That single call of ’hubby’ nearly turned Gu Mochen’s bones to jelly.

He wondered if other men felt the same when their wives called them ’hubby’.

At the very least... Gu Mochen felt a jolt of electricity surge through him, hitting him right in the chest.

Gu Mochen’s dark eyes roiled with an ink-like depth as he gazed at the woman before him, speaking casually.

"Come closer, you were too quiet just now, I couldn’t hear you."

Jian Ran: "..."

Jian Ran, seeing that the man was still thick-faced, could only step forward a few paces, joining Gu Mochen in the kitchen, helping to heat the dishes together.

"Mm... Mr. Gu, hubby... can we happily discuss a raise?"

Gu Mochen: "..."

Gu Mochen, hearing the woman speak like this, narrowed his long, dark eyes slightly and then directly scooped Jian Ran into his arms, lifting her onto the countertop.

Jian Ran: "..."

Here came the wall-dominance.

Jian Ran swallowed hard.

Trapped between the wall and Gu Mochen, she couldn’t move at all.

The point was, she was sitting on the countertop...

Wasn’t this position a bit suggestive?

Jian Ran felt her face and ears turning red... not knowing where to look, her gaze fixed on the man before her, Gu Mochen’s exquisite features always leaving women breathless.

She was a woman... and was constantly amazed by the man’s refined appearance.

Jian Ran, staring at the man in front of her, in an attempt to ease the atmosphere between them, spoke up.

"President Gu... are you trying to seduce me?"

"Of course..."

Jian Ran: "..."

Apart from Gu Mochen’s thick skin, perhaps no other person would assert that so confidently.

Jian Ran’s beautiful eyes flickered with a sly glint, and annoyed, she pushed against the man’s chest, her small face blushing furiously.

"Alright... I don’t need the raise anymore, just consider it a joke."

"No way, I’ve always taken Mrs. Gu’s words seriously."

Jian Ran: "..."

The next moment, Jian Ran saw the man’s hand turn off the gas, then his thin lips landed directly on hers. Her beautiful eyes blinked, a bad feeling spreading in her heart.

This is... the kitchen.

Could it be...

Too hasty?

Mr. Gu...

Jian Ran pushed against the man meddling with her waist with her small hand, muttering in a low voice, "Gu Mochen... can you not... this is the kitchen..."

"Hmm... the place where you make things, like... love, Mrs. Gu, I wonder if I’m mistaken?"

Jian Ran: "..."

Jian Ran’s face turned even redder at Gu Mochen’s words, as if about to bleed.

Probably, only Gu Mochen’s powerful logic could answer that question.