Page 993 of Assistant to My Contracted Husband

Inside the hospital ward:

Mu Wan looked at Old Mr. Qin, who spoke with such certainty and seriousness, and found herself hesitating.

To be honest, she deeply loved Qin Mu and naturally hoped to marry him as his wife...

However, now... she was caught between a rock and a hard place.

Old Mr. Qin glanced at Mu Wan, noticing her lingering hesitation, and purposely spoke in a sorrowful tone: "Mu Wan, my dear girl, to tell you the truth, my visit to the hospital this time wasn’t a coincidence. My heart... it’s not what it used to be."

After a brief pause, seeing the change in Mu Wan’s expression, the old man continued, "You see, when people get old, their organs... they just don’t function as well anymore..."

Mu Wan: "..."

Although she hadn’t interacted with Old Mr. Qin before, the fact that he had spent a fortune to purchase her artwork and now, meeting him in person, left her with a decent impression of him.

Hearing what he said, she couldn’t help but reply: "Sir... please don’t say that.

You’ll surely live a long and healthy life. .."

"Ah, enough... Those are just sweet lies to comfort the gullible. Mu Wan, my girl, there’s no need to humor me..."

Mu Wan: "..."

It’s true—when people reach their twilight years, their body inevitably declines year by year.

Mu Wan had never been particularly eloquent and was, in fact, quite tongue-tied, so she didn’t know what to say in response.

Old Mr. Qin, however, pulled the IV needle from his hand and struggled to sit up in bed. After that... he stood up.

Mu Wan had no idea what the old man intended to do. Her beautiful eyes widened slightly, and she instinctively reached out to support him.

"Sir... what are you doing? Do you need a nurse? Let me call someone..."

"No need..."

As Mu Wan looked at him, clearly puzzled by his intentions, the old man suddenly knelt down before her with a thud. The unexpected act shocked Mu Wan to her core.

Mu Wan quickly reached out to grab his arm.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

"Mu Wan, my dear girl, don’t help me up. Let me say what I need to say."

Mu Wan: "..."

Mu Wan’s small hand froze in midair. She could only watch as the old man knelt resolutely in front of her. When she tried again to raise her hand, he firmly pushed it away.

"Sir, you’re putting me in a very difficult position by doing this."

"Mu Wan, my dear girl, if you don’t agree to my request... that would be the greatest torment you could inflict on me."

Mu Wan: "..."

As Mu Wan hesitated, she heard Old Mr. Qin speak in a tone that was both serious and faintly weak: "Mu Wan, to be frank, a man kneels to the heavens, the earth, and his parents. In my whole life, I’ve only ever knelt before my parents.

.. and now, you. There’s a saying that a man’s dignity is like gold, but today, this old man.

.. is willing to kneel before you. In this life, the person I cherish most is Qin San, yes.

.. my youngest grandson. That boy, I daresay, I’ve spoiled him rotten.

When he was three and wanted to fly a plane.

.. I took him to the largest fighter jet at the military base.

When he was five and wanted to try scuba diving.

.. I took him to the military’s largest bulletproof submarine. "

"When it came to indulging him, I did everything within my power. Whatever Qin San wanted, I provided."

Mu Wan: "..."

So, was Qin Mu’s carefree and unruly nature a result of this upbringing?

Mu Wan pressed her lips together. Truth be told, Qin Mu’s devil-may-care attitude... was something she deeply admired.

Not every woman prefers a perfectly serious man.

She, however... happened to be drawn to the air of freedom and nonchalance that Qin Mu carried.