Assistant to My Contracted Husband

"What are you standing there for, get the electric drill and drill... and use the hammer too..."

"Yes, Mr. Qin."

"Don’t call me Mr. Qin..."

"Yes, boss."

Qin Mu’s lips curled up in satisfaction, very pleased as the whole room grew noisier and noisier; his mood was fantastic.

...

At first Mu Wan could still keep herself steady, calmly drawing, but she was soon so disturbed by the racket upstairs that her mind was all over the place.

She walked out into the hallway and heard the property staff gossiping.

"Sigh, that owner upstairs is really something, insisting on making such a huge racket with the renovation, like he’s just waiting for someone to complain."

"Can’t help it, the place isn’t rented, he owns that unit. He can do whatever he wants with it."

"Exactly."

Mu Wan: "..."

Is there seriously no law anymore?

This kind of blatant disturbance of the peace was really too much.

Mu Wan’s beautiful eyes turned cold, her small hand clenched, and after taking a deep breath she headed straight upstairs.

Upstairs, the door was tightly shut, but she could clearly hear the rumbling sounds of renovation from inside.

Mu Wan forced down the anger burning in her chest, then squeezed out a slight smile at the corners of her mouth and raised her hand to knock.

...

Although Mu Wan’s knock was very light, Qin Mu still caught it keenly.

Qin Mu’s expression shifted slightly as he quickly walked to the door and looked through the peephole to see who was outside.

It was Mu Wan...

Mu Wan was wearing a loose, soft white sweater and jeans. Probably because she’d been drawing, her long hair was tied up in a ponytail. She looked impossibly youthful, bright and radiant as a whole.

She’d gotten a bit thinner, and her complexion a bit paler.

Overall, still not bad...

A shimmer of dazzling light flashed through Qin Mu’s dark eyes.

Mu Wan outside clearly couldn’t wait any longer. With no one opening the door, she raised her hand and knocked again.

"I know someone’s home. Could you please open the door?"

Qin Mu: "..."

What should he do?

A dark light flickered in Qin Mu’s eyes. He quickly grabbed a clean mask from the side and put it on, then took off his jacket, randomly pulled out an old, slightly mildewed set of loungewear from three years ago in the closet and put it on.

The smell was really pungent... Qin Mu almost felt like gagging.

But in order to see Mu Wan, he forced himself to bear it.

"Could you please open the..."

Before Mu Wan could finish the word "door," she saw a strangely dressed man wearing a mask appear in front of her.

As the man’s tall figure came closer, Mu Wan immediately smelled the pungent musty odor coming from him.

Mu Wan: "..."

What a... weird man.

Even though the smell was sharp, the corners of Mu Wan’s lips still lifted into a faint curve; she was perfectly polite.

"Hello, sir. I know you’re renovating, but the noise is really a bit much. I tried wearing headphones and still can’t take it. Of course I’m not asking you to cancel the renovation, I just hope you can keep the volume down a little. After all, there are elderly people and children in this building."

Mu Wan kept talking, not noticing the burning, strange look flowing in the man’s dark eyes before her.

Qin Mu forced himself to suppress the urge to pull Mu Wan into his arms, just looked at the woman in front of him, and felt as if the whole world belonged to him.

Qin Mu’s large hand clenched. Listening to Mu Wan’s gentle, clear voice, he found it even more pleasing to the ear.

"If that still doesn’t work, you could actually adjust the renovation hours. Like after eight in the morning, after two in the afternoon, and before six in the evening, okay? That way, to avoid your renovation time, I can go out during those hours and come home when you’re not renovating."

Mu Wan tried her best to mediate between them, hoping for a good solution.

"Sir?"

After she finished speaking, Mu Wan realized the man in front of her still hadn’t moved at all and just kept staring at her.

Mu Wan’s beautiful eyes paused.

Could it be that this man knows her?

"Sir? Are you listening to me?"

Mu Wan raised her hand and waved it in front of the man’s eyes, successfully pulling Qin Mu back to his senses. As he came to, he met Mu Wan’s concerned, beautiful gaze, pressed his lips together, and was about to speak when he realized doing so might expose himself, so he could only pretend to cough.

"Cough, cough..."

Seeing this, Mu Wan thought for a moment, then pursed her lips and said, "Let’s go downstairs to talk. There’s a lot of renovation dust here. If we talk here it’ll be even worse for your throat."

"Mm."

Downstairs?

Is that where Mu Wan lives?

Qin Mu’s eyes lit up...

He felt like his chance had arrived.

If this really was his chance, he had to grab it tight, right?