Page 604 of Assistant to My Contracted Husband

"Gu Mochen, let go..."

The back of the man’s large hand was attached to an IV drip, and Jian Ran did not dare use too much force, worried that the needle would puncture his vein.

Gu Mochen watched Jian Ran say this, his thin lips pursed slightly before he spoke again.

"Jian Ran, what were you about to say just now, hmm?"

Jian Ran: "..."

Gu Mochen seemed intent on not letting go unless she spoke up.

Not only was Jian Ran worried about the vein on the back of Gu Mochen’s hand being punctured, but she was also more concerned about the wound on his chest reopening. She bit her lip softly and spoke in a low voice.

"Gu Mochen! Can you stop being childish?"

Her beautiful eyes were reddened, her annoyance evident as she scolded, yet Gu Mochen’s thin lips pursed again, his gaze never leaving Jian Ran.

"Can! Just tell me what you didn’t finish saying earlier?"

Jian Ran: "..."

With such a forceful presence, he hardly looked like someone who was ill.

Jian Ran pursed her lips, somewhat annoyed by the man’s words.

"Uh... What I meant to say was... Gu Mochen, if something really had happened to you just now... you haven’t told me your bank card’s PIN."

Gu Mochen: "..."

Listening to the woman’s completely frivolous and insincere words, Gu Mochen’s mouth curled into a devilish smile, full of mirth. Despite the paleness of his handsome face, he looked inexplicably... devilishly breathtaking.

Gu Mochen’s narrow and long eyes narrowed slightly, a devilish curve flitting across his gaze once more.

"Hmm... no need to ask... all those things, Secretary Zhou will take care of them... After all... you are my wife and the heir apparent."

Initially dabbling in teasing conversation, Jian Ran, hearing Gu Mochen mention things like inheritance, subconsciously reached out her small hand to cover his lips.

"Don’t speak of such inauspicious things, Gu Mochen... I don’t want to owe you my life."

When Gu Mochen heard Jian Ran’s words, a glimmer of luster flickered through his dark eyes, his large hand firmly clasping Jian Ran’s slender wrist, never moving an inch.

"Jian Ran... if you want it, everything I have is yours, including my life... so, you don’t owe me anything."

Gu Mochen was not Han Siming, who would opt to play the so-called savior and then engage in moral blackmail.

So, his saving Jian Ran was entirely voluntary, something he did from the bottom of his heart.

He did not hope to get anything from Jian Ran in return for his actions...

This was one of the most significant differences between him and Han Siming.

Jian Ran: "..."

The time was approaching midnight...

Jian Ran, hearing what Gu Mochen said, felt her heart skip half a beat, and she became somewhat dazed.

Her beautiful eyes rested on the man’s handsome face, understanding the certainty and pride within Gu Mochen’s dark pupils.

Jian Ran awkwardly averted her gaze, and her fair cheeks couldn’t help but blush with a hint of red.

"Hmm..."

After replying faintly, Jian Ran spoke softly, "Let go... I will call the doctor to see how you are after waking up and whether you need further examination."

"And what about you?"

Jian Ran, hearing the man’s subconscious counter-question, felt a bit dazed and spoke softly, "Why do you ask that?"

"Siming... when he was in trouble, you chose to leave a caretaker behind to look after him... you just walked away... Jian Ran, what would you do if I were injured?"

Jian Ran: "..."

He was clearly a thirty-year-old man.

Yet, he asked such a childish question, making Jian Ran somewhat at a loss whether to cry or laugh.