Assistant to My Contracted Husband

Pretty good.

Qin Jin’s lips curved with a bitter, tangled smile.

"Don’t go over and disturb them. Call someone to come pick them up and take them back."

"Okay, Mr. Qin."

The assistant didn’t dare slack off and immediately took out his phone and dialed.

Qin Jin narrowed his eyes, staring all along at Gu Xiran, who was in Qin Song’s arms. His gaze fell on the light purple ribbon on the woman’s wrist fluttering in the wind, with tiny diamonds inlaid along it. It was beautiful.

Yesterday, when they got the dress, Gu Xiran had said that with so many diamonds, so dazzling, it’d be perfect to just take one off and make a diamond ring.

He hadn’t expected that it would end up as a ribbon on her wrist instead.

Qin Jin’s lips lifted in an empty arc as he slowly took the brocade box out of his pocket.

The brocade box had been gripped too tightly and was already a bit damaged.

𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

But even so, Qin Jin still couldn’t bring himself to throw the box away...

Qin Jin slowly opened the brocade box, fixed his eyes on the diamond ring inside, and the faint curve at the corner of his mouth was filled with turmoil.

...

Strolling along, Gu Xiran and Qin Song had been thinking about whether to hail a cab back; they hadn’t expected someone to come pick them up.

"How did you know we were here?"

Gu Xiran asked the driver curiously.

"Mr. Qin informed us."

Gu Xiran’s beautiful eyes froze. Qin Jin...

A bitter smile tugged at Gu Xiran’s lips. Hearing the driver say that, she couldn’t help feeling a little off inside, and she nodded.

"Mm, thank you, I got it."

"It’s nothing, Miss Gu, you’re too polite."

Gu Xiran immediately rolled down the window and looked around. Since Qin Jin knew that she and Qin Song were here, he must be somewhere nearby.

Qin Jin...

Gu Xiran anxiously searched for Qin Jin’s figure, but there was no sign of him.

As the driver started the car, the one Gu Xiran was in passed right by the Land Rover parked on the roadside.

Instinctively, Gu Xiran lifted her eyes and saw Qin Jin sitting in the back seat.

Their gazes met in midair, a tangle of emotions between them.

The man seemed to be holding something in his hand, and the moment he saw her, he quickly put it away.

Gu Xiran’s beautiful eyes flickered. Just as she wanted to see what exactly he was holding, the cars had already brushed past each other.

Pale-faced, Gu Xiran sat there, looking unwell, her expression even a bit ugly.

Qin Song, sitting beside her, noticed something off about her and pressed his lips together. "What’s wrong?"

Hearing Qin Song call her, Gu Xiran’s eyes paused for a moment, then she forced out a smile.

"Nothing. It’s just that the night view in Paris is so beautiful, I wanted to take a few more looks..."

"If we have time in the future, I’ll definitely stay with you and let you look at it a few more times."

Qin Song’s dark eyes dimmed a little. If she couldn’t see it anymore, then at least let his brother stay with her...

"Okay."

Gu Xiran took the initiative to lean against Qin Song’s shoulder, sniffing.

"I suddenly realized your turtle-bastard of an arm feels pretty safe..."

"Of course. When you were little, whenever you were upset, and I wasn’t home—I was in the army—you’d always call me Brother Qin Song, but normally, when you didn’t need me, you just called me Qin Song."

"Tch..."

Talking about the past, Gu Xiran let out a soft laugh, then Qin Song pulled her into his arms.

"From now on... it’ll also feel safe... My wish to protect you, to cherish you, that won’t change."

"I know..."

...

After they arrived at the hospital, Qin Song was immediately arranged for a series of examinations.

Qin Song’s current condition wasn’t good. He could be vomiting blood at any time, with gastric bleeding and other issues.

While Qin Song went in for tests, Gu Xiran could only sit quietly outside the examination room and wait.

Outside the quiet examination room, there weren’t many people, so the sound of Qin Jin’s footsteps was especially clear. Gu Xiran lifted her gaze and watched as the man walked toward her step by step, dressed all in black, looking extremely sharp.

Gu Xiran’s lips lifted in a faint curve as she took the initiative to speak. "Sit..."

"Okay."

Qin Jin sat beside Gu Xiran, his gaze falling on the ribbon at her wrist. He pressed his lips together and said, "It’s a bit loose. I’ll tie it for you."

"Mm, thanks."

Watching the man carefully retie the slightly loose ribbon for her, Gu Xiran’s heart stirred. For some reason, her beautiful eyes welled with tears, filled with a jumble of feelings.

"Brother Qin Jin, just now, I had Qin Song propose to me..."

"I know."

"Mm, and for the wedding, I picked out a church. I might need to ask you for advice, because I’m not very familiar with Paris."

"Okay."

"Mom and Dad are all in Yuncheng, and there’s no one here we know who can officiate for us... Brother Qin Jin, so it’ll still have to be you."

"Mm."

After saying this, Gu Xiran suddenly felt that she might be being a bit cruel.

She sniffed and forced the tears at the corners of her eyes back.

"Brother Qin Jin, thank you... Thank you for letting me admire you all through my adolescence, for making me keep working hard because of your promise..."

Qin Jin: "..."

A promise...

Qin Jin’s dark eyes flickered slightly, tangled emotions weaving through his heart.

Yes, back then he’d promised that if she still loved him after she became an adult, then he would be her boyfriend.

Gu Xiran sniffed and went on, "Even though in the end your promise wasn’t kept... for various reasons, I still want to thank you... At the very least, you were also that unreachable dream of my youth."

Qin Jin’s big hands clenched. It wasn’t that he hadn’t kept his promise.

He’d wanted to upgrade that promise.

He wasn’t willing to only be her boyfriend...

He wanted to marry her, to get engaged to her.

Qin Jin felt something with a hint of blood surge up his throat. He pressed his lips together and still said nothing. In the next moment, he suddenly stood up, bent down, and captured Gu Xiran’s red lips.

Since the bent posture wasn’t convenient, Qin Jin directly helped Gu Xiran to her feet, pressing the woman against the wall as he deepened the kiss.

Tears slipped from the corners of Gu Xiran’s eyes. She sniffed, responding to the man’s heated kiss, pouring all her passion into it.

From instinct... from the depths of her heart.

They’d had so many failed kisses before. To Gu Xiran, this time felt especially right.

They were each other’s only one.

The kiss was the proof of their love.