Page 996 of Assistant to My Contracted Husband

The old Mr. Qin continued talking to himself, completely oblivious to how Qin Mu’s expression was growing darker by the second.

Qin Mu raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the woman in front of him... while the old man enthusiastically narrated, this woman showed no signs of guilt whatsoever. Instead, she acted as if this was entirely reasonable.

Heh... Wasn’t she just telling me this afternoon, with convincing certainty, that she didn’t want to marry me?

What’s this now... in just the blink of an eye... she’s suddenly willing to marry?

This woman’s standards really are appallingly low...

Qin Mu’s cold, icy eyes were filled with frost and mockery... Watching the old man, who appeared to be in high spirits, he responded flatly.

"Mm, Grandpa, as long as you’re happy... The important thing is for you to take care of your health."

"Of course, of course... This old man still needs to help you two take care of the kids. I don’t care... just make sure to have one soon... Settle down, make a family. After all, there are three forms of unfilial behavior, and failing to produce offspring is the worst."

"Mm..."

A detached curve appeared at the corners of Qin Mu’s lips. He glanced at Mu Wan in front of him, murmuring under his breath, "Grandpa... since this is already a done deal, Miss Mu and I will certainly do our best..."

"What do you mean ’Miss Mu’ now...? You should start calling her Wanwan already... Alright, this old man doesn’t need anyone to keep me company. You go ahead and take Wanwan back to school. Have a meal on the way... nurture your feelings..."

"Mm."

Qin Mu understood that his grandfather’s mind was made up, so he didn’t bother arguing further...

Normally, when the old man made a decision... there was no room for anyone to oppose it.

This was a typical display of the old man’s domineering nature.

It seemed, however... this domineering attitude didn’t apply when it came to Mu Wan.

When dealing with Mu Wan, the old man was unexpectedly kind and amiable—something Qin Mu rarely observed in his interactions with others.

Mu Wan alone seemed to hold a special place in the old man’s heart.

Qin Mu’s jet-black eyes narrowed slightly as they swept over the woman in front of him, her fingers nervously intertwining with each other. He spoke indifferently, "Wanwan... let’s go."

Mu Wan: "..."

Hearing Qin Mu call her "Wanwan," Mu Wan’s wide eyes flinched. The next moment, the man’s large hand reached out and held her smaller one firmly.

This intimate gesture caught her completely off guard. For a moment, Mu Wan froze in place like a wooden statue, paralyzed by the sudden contact.

Seeing this, the old Mr. Qin felt a surge of joy in his chest.

"Good, good... Be careful on the way... Wanwan, my dear girl, don’t forget what I told you."

Mu Wan: "..."

The grandfather and grandson’s way of doling out advice was uncannily similar.

Mu Wan, stuck in the middle, found herself in a difficult position. She knew the old man only had her best interests at heart, so she pressed her lips together.

"Alright... Goodbye, Grandpa—I mean, goodbye, Elder Qin."

"Good, good..."

...

To play along in front of the old man, Qin Mu clasped Mu Wan’s hand and led her out of the room, putting on a convincing act.

Once they stepped out of the hospital room, however, he let go of her hand immediately and spoke with detached coldness, "Mu Wan... care to explain yourself? What’s all this backtracking about? And... what the hell just happened back there?"

Settling scores after the fact...

Mu Wan heard the accusation in Qin Mu’s tone. Her fingers curled into fists, yet she couldn’t muster the courage to look him directly in the eyes. She worried that her gaze might waver, further convincing him she had ulterior motives.

"Mm... I just gave it some thought, and marrying you doesn’t seem so bad after all... Anyway, every girl has to settle down after graduating and starting work."

Her flat response clearly failed to satisfy Qin Mu.

"Mu Wan, didn’t I hand you a blank check this afternoon? You could’ve written any sum you wanted... What now... you weren’t happy with that?"

"Ah, I see now... Marrying into the Qin Family isn’t just about the money—it’s about status too. Becoming the Qin Family’s young mistress... Mu Wan, your appetite is bigger than I thought. But do you realize? People who get too greedy often end up losing everything—both fortune and life."

Mu Wan: "..."

The sharp mockery in Qin Mu’s tone stood in stark contrast to the gentle, meticulous warmth he once showed Jian Ran.

Mu Wan bit her lip. No matter what she said now... Qin Mu clearly wasn’t going to believe her.

"Mr. Qin... think whatever you like. But my decision is made—I’m marrying you. As for artificial insemination, I agree... let’s proceed with that for now. Tomorrow morning at 10, I’ll see you at the Civil Affairs Bureau."

With that, Mu Wan turned and strode in the direction of the elevator, leaving Qin Mu standing alone at the hospital room door.

Qin Mu: "..."

This woman’s ambition was truly extraordinary.

She knew she couldn’t hold on to the man himself, so she was aiming to keep him through a child instead.

Qin Mu’s long, narrow eyes narrowed further. Mu Wan, don’t you dare try to pull any stunts.

Otherwise... don’t blame me for being ruthless.

...

Back at her dormitory, Mu Wan barely slept a wink the whole night. She felt both excitement—after all, she was about to marry the man she had secretly loved for so many years—and a mess of other emotions, tangled and indescribable.

Early the next morning, she gathered herself quickly, tidied up her art studio, and greeted the campus security guard who was still faithfully on duty during the winter break. With her household registration book and ID card in hand, she headed for the Civil Affairs Bureau.

The timing was perfect—it was exactly 10 a.m...

A flamboyant, luxury sports car pulled up right in front of her. Mu Wan’s beautiful eyes froze momentarily as the man’s tall figure stepped out of the car. Dressed in a white suit, he was the epitome of elegance, like a prince from a fairytale.

Mu Wan’s gaze wavered...

Even though Qin Mu now stood before her in his impeccable suit, her mind flashed back to the days when he wore his high school uniform.

"If you’ve got everything prepared, let’s go in. Oh, by the way, the Civil Affairs Bureau doesn’t usually work during the Spring Festival, but the old man pulled some strings to have them open early today—exclusively for the two of us to register our marriage."

Mu Wan: "..."

Standing before the imposing three words reading "Civil Affairs Bureau," Mu Wan clenched her household registration book tightly in her small hands.

"Alright..."

Now... there was no turning back.

She was going to give this a try with Qin Mu.

If she didn’t try, how could she justify her eight years of unrequited love...

Besides, she didn’t want the man she loved to lose his ability to love anyone else.

Step by step, Mu Wan tightened her grip on the household registration book, her steps resolute as she walked toward the Civil Affairs Bureau...