Assistant to My Contracted Husband

Qin Mu glanced at the painting tools beside him and raised an eyebrow: "Artist?"

"I’m just an ordinary art student, not really an artist."

Mu Wan was still quite worried about being recognized as Mrs. Qin, so she always kept the painting matter very low-key.

Hearing this, Qin Mu squinted his dark eyes, very fond of his wife’s low-key nature.

"Hmm, what does your husband do?"

"Model..."

Qin Mu: "..."

Not bad, I really like the job my wife has arranged for me.

Really like it.

Qin Mu curled his lips in satisfaction and put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand.

Mu Wan was obviously completely uninterested in her past and basic information, so she was too lazy to even ask.

"Come over to my place for dinner tomorrow night, I’ll cook for you."

"No need to trouble yourself, I can cook myself..."

"Is that so, since you’re cooking, there’s no need to waste national resources by making an extra portion, so I’ll just come over and join you, I won’t stand on ceremony."

Mu Wan: "..."

Mu Wan, who always had a good temper, was now about to be driven mad by the man in front of her.

Mu Wan clenched her little hand, a smile forced at the corners of her mouth.

"I feel it’s not convenient."

"I find it very convenient, if you think coming to your place is inconvenient, you can come upstairs to eat."

Mu Wan: "..."

All in all... either she goes over, or he does?

Mu Wan wasn’t used to visiting people’s homes, took a deep breath, and calmly said: "Then you come over to eat."

"Okay."

Qin Mu smiled satisfied... his wife still knows how to care for him.

Mu Wan gripped the chopsticks in her hand, unable to vent the anger in her heart, she could only poke at the rice in her bowl violently.

It was simply unbearable.

Almost enough to make someone want to call the police.

Qin Mu watched the woman’s furious expression as she jabbed at her rice with chopsticks, only finding it exceptionally cute.

Though each jab felt like it was directed at himself, he still felt a sweet sense of happiness well up.

...

The man had finished eating first, yet Mu Wan had eaten an extra half hour before he finally set down his chopsticks, slowly savoring each bite.

The four dishes and a soup on the table were completely emptied.

Mu Wan thought it might as well save her time washing up.

Seeing the man set aside his bowl and chopsticks, a faint smile appeared on Mu Wan’s lips.

"Mr. Aimu, shouldn’t you be heading back? It’s getting late, and I’d like to rest."

"Then you rest, I’ll wash the dishes."

After speaking, Qin Mu stood up without any ceremony, skillfully tidying the dishes and taking them to the kitchen.

Mu Wan: "..."

What... is going on?

Mu Wan tugged at her lips and quickly followed up, only to stop abruptly when Qin Mu suddenly halted, causing her forehead to bump heavily against the man’s firm back.

"Ah..."

Mu Wan winced, rubbing her forehead, wondering how the man’s back could be so solid.

Just like someone...

Realizing she was once again thinking of Qin Mu, she felt very annoyed.

She was really so foolish...

"How’s it, are you okay?"

Qin Mu, who had been about to wipe the table with a cloth, hadn’t expected Mu Wan to bump her head because of him. His expression tightened as he quickly raised his hand to rub the woman’s forehead.

Mu Wan’s skin was delicate, so with that bump, it turned red immediately.

Shit!

Qin Mu internally expressed disdain for himself, as he gazed at the woman’s forehead, his thin lips pursed.

"Sit down, I’ll apply an ice pack on it."

Mu Wan: "..."

Feeling the man’s fingertips brush against her forehead, Mu Wan’s expression shifted slightly, retreating a few steps without a trace.

"No need, I’m fine."

Mu Wan’s voice was low, filled with detachment.

Qin Mu quickly became aware of his own lapse, awkwardly averting his gaze, lips pursed: "Alright, then sit down, I’ll wash the dishes."

"Hmm."

Mu Wan worried she might bump her head just like last time, so she sat quietly aside, letting the man busy himself in the kitchen.

So strange...

If it were before today, she wouldn’t have even dreamed of letting a man so openly visit her home.

Yes, she feared dealing with strangers the most.

In truth, she had just let him in.

Although this Aimu seemed excessively enthusiastic and well-dressed, with a slightly peculiar sophistication, for some reason, Mu Wan’s instincts told her that the man was not a bad person.

Indeed, the man truly wasn’t.

Soon, Mu Wan heard the sound of water in the kitchen stop, stood up and walked toward the kitchen, noticing that her previously tidy kitchen was now a mess, her lips twitching.