Page 977 of Assistant to My Contracted Husband

"You wish to control my marriage? Don’t even think about it... Since you’ve laid it all out, I will too... I will never marry Mu Wan."

"You... you scoundrel..."

The anger of the Qin Family patriarch surged due to Qin Mu’s words, his fury uncontainable, his heart racing, as he raised his hand and fiercely slapped Qin Mu across the face.

Slap...

Tang Bao, standing nearby, heard the loud smack and couldn’t help but shrink back in fear, hugging the patriarch’s leg tightly.

"Great Grandpa, please don’t hit Uncle... Uncle will be in pain."

"Tang Niuniu, no need to plead for him... he never cares about my feelings... because your Great Grandpa has always been a dictatorial and overbearing man."

Qin Family patriarch: "..."

A tangle of well-intentioned concerns crowded his heart.

The Qin Family patriarch desperately needed someone who understood him.

He had great expectations for Qin Mu, but as it turned out... Qin Mu didn’t appreciate them at all.

His most beloved grandson... The Qin Family member he valued the most...

"Get out... get out as far as you can... and never show your face in front of me again... Out you go..."

With a roar, Qin Mu curled his lip into a sardonic smile, black eyes brimming with mockery.

"Fine... Grandpa, you said it yourself, as you wish, I’ll leave..."

Saying this, Qin Mu headed straight towards the hall; his expression was no better off.

Forced into marriage... Shit, whoever it was, their mood wouldn’t be great.

Especially when the woman in question was someone he’d only met once...

The initial impression he had of her wasn’t all that favorable...

The old patriarch was really getting more and more muddle-headed.

...

"You... you... scoundrel..."

The Qin Family patriarch had spoken in the heat of the moment, never expecting Qin Mu to actually leave. Suddenly unable to save face, he clearly didn’t want the man to go, but now that it had come to this, it was naturally too late to salvage anything.

Shaking, the Qin Family patriarch stretched out a hand to cover his chest, his face turning a shade of purple from sheer rage.

Watching the patriarch lying weakly on the couch, gasping for air with large breaths, Tang Bao quickly ran towards the cabinet, fetched some nitroglycerin tablets, and hurriedly fed them to the patriarch.

"Great Grandpa... do you feel better now?"

Tang Bao was only mimicking what she had seen Jian Ran do; she didn’t know its efficacy and so looked at the patriarch with big, watery eyes full of concern.

Qin Family patriarch: "..."

Sigh...

The Qin Family patriarch felt as if he couldn’t catch his breath; it wasn’t until a little while after being fed the medicine by the little girl that he gradually regained his bearings.

"Baobao, Great Grandpa is fine... I’m okay..."

"Mm... Great Grandpa, do you need to go to the hospital for an injection?"

"No need... This old man is already one foot in the grave anyway, so there’s no need for such trouble."

The little girl didn’t understand what ’one foot in the grave’ meant, so she blinked her bright eyes in confusion for a moment.

The eyes of the Qin Family patriarch turned moist as he lifted the little girl into his arms.

"Girls really are better, warm to the heart. Relying on that Qin third... he’s nothing but a scoundrel... a good-for-nothing ball."

"Hehe... Great Grandpa, don’t always talk about Uncle like that..."

"You little imp."

The Qin Family patriarch’s lips curled into a smile; he found the little girl’s charm utterly adorable.

Tang Bao puckered her lips and couldn’t help but ask with concern, "Great Grandpa, why do you insist on Uncle getting married?"