Assistant to My Contracted Husband

...

Seeing that Qin Mu had no objections, Mu Wan turned and headed downstairs, while Qin Mu quickly tore off his moldy loungewear and hurried after her.

The shirt he was wearing now was something he’d randomly dug out from the bottom of a drawer at the villa; Mu Wan shouldn’t recognize it.

When they got downstairs, Mu Wan clearly had no intention of letting Qin Mu in. Instead, she asked directly,

"Sir, have you thought it over?"

Qin Mu: "..."

Qin Mu’s dark eyes burned as he stared at the door behind Mu Wan, itching to go in and take a look.

Mu Wan watched the man in front of her warily, feeling that his behavior was a bit strange.

But at the same time, there was this inexplicable sense of familiarity...

"Mm."

When Mu Wan heard the man finally give a response, her expression brightened.

"Okay, then I’ll be troubling you from now on."

"Okay."

Qin Mu deliberately made his voice sound hoarse, as if he really had a cold and cough. Gazing at the soft, beautiful woman in front of him, his lips curled up, his eyes overflowing with drowsy tenderness and doting.

My own wife...

The yearning surged over him again like a tidal wave.

Qin Mu wished he could step forward right this second and pull his wife into his arms; he missed her so, so much.

A moment later, Mu Wan felt that the man’s gaze was a little too scorching, and she couldn’t help clenching her small hands, ready to fight back at any moment.

In the end, it was Qin Mu who realized he was losing his composure. He forced out a small smile at the corner of his lips, then turned and went upstairs.

Mu Wan’s beautiful eyes froze for a second. When the man brushed past her, there was always... some strange feeling churning inside her.

No way he’s someone I actually know.

And he’s even an owner in this complex.

...

After the man went back, he was noticeably quieter.

Mu Wan’s mood to paint had been completely disrupted. She went alone to the supermarket and bought two bags of groceries, then put them in the fridge.

When Cubao and Tang Bao came, she could make little pastries for the kids.

And she could cook for herself too—self-sufficient and well-fed.

...

On the other side.

Back in his room, Qin Mu couldn’t help raking his fingers through his hair in frustration.

Showing up in front of Mu Wan with just a mask on wasn’t going to cut it.

And he could only answer with "mm, okay" and sounds like that—he couldn’t even properly talk to his wife.

At that thought, Qin Mu immediately called his assistant and told him to arrange for the top makeup artist to come over.

The makeup artist arrived at the complex trembling with nerves, secretly wondering how on earth Third Young Master Qin had ended up staying here overnight. It was really beyond comprehension.

"Mr. Qin... how would you like me to do your makeup?"

"As long as it doesn’t look like me. Also, help me change my voice."

The makeup artist instantly felt a huge wave of pressure...

"Um, Mr. Qin, I can add a few scars to your face. What do you think? That way they can block some of your features. They’ll be the faint, shallow kind, won’t look too ferocious, then you wear a pair of thick black glasses and dress more scholarly. Basically, no one will recognize you."

"Okay. What about the voice?"

"For that we’ll need to install a voice changer at your Adam’s apple..."

"Mm. You have half an hour."

"Y-yes..."

The makeup artist didn’t dare slack off for a second and immediately got to work on Qin Mu’s handsome face.

As if suddenly thinking of something, Qin Mu added, "Make it handsome."

"No, wait, it can’t be too handsome either."

If it was too handsome and Mu Wan fell for someone else, that wouldn’t be good.

"Yes, Mr. Qin."

The makeup artist swallowed and hurriedly continued working on Qin Mu’s makeup.

The assistant, meanwhile, was marveling at how makeup skills on women were practically godlike.

People always said a person before and after makeup was like two different humans. He’d never really believed it, but now, looking at Mr. Qin, he was starting to... believe it a little.

This really was an instant "you’ve turned into someone else" kind of feeling.

While the makeup artist was speed-running the makeup on Qin Mu, the assistant picked out a rather old-fashioned, steady-looking fuzzy coat for the man, giving off major intellectual vibes.

When Qin Mu finished, he put on the outfit the assistant had prepared, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at the man before him. The corners of his lips lifted in satisfaction.

There were faint scars across his cheeks, carrying traces of time. The black-rimmed glasses gave him a heavy scholarly aura.

With the thick coat on top, he gave people the illusion of being over thirty-five.

But the whole person was very clean, not the least bit off-putting.

Not bad...

Qin Mu was quite satisfied with his look and quickly headed downstairs.

Mm, time to see his wife.

...

Mu Wan had stewed a pot of pork rib soup and stir-fried four simple home-style dishes for herself.

More than ten days had gone by. In theory, her period should be coming soon, but there was still no sign of it.

So she figured she might as well drink some rib soup and properly nourish herself.

Before, if her period didn’t come, Mu Wan would secretly be overjoyed.

There was always a chance she might get lucky and be pregnant.

But now...

A faint curve appeared at the corner of Mu Wan’s lips as she carried the soup to the dining table, then brought over the four dishes as well. Her appetite was pretty good.

Mu Wan had just pulled out her chair and hadn’t even sat down yet when she heard a knock at the door.

Her beautiful eyes flickered...

The only people who knew she was living here were Jian Ran and her family.

If Jian Ran were coming over, she would have told her in advance.

So who could it be?

After hesitating for a moment, Mu Wan still walked to the door and peeked through the peephole at the man outside.

Her beautiful eyes froze for a second... The man was still wearing a mask, the only difference being he’d added a pair of black glasses. It was the man from upstairs.

Mu Wan thought for a moment, then slowly opened the door.

"May I ask what you need?"

"The gas at my place wasn’t installed properly today. Could I come here to eat?"

Mu Wan: "..."

What the heck?

Watching the man stride into her place as if it were his own, Mu Wan still felt a bit baffled.

But the aura on him made her feel that he wasn’t a bad person...

"Um... it’s not really convenient..."

A single man and a single woman...

"Sir, I’m already married. My husband will be home from work very soon, so I’m afraid it really isn’t convenient."

When Qin Mu heard his wife say that, the corners of his lips curved up in satisfaction.

Good... she knew to label herself as a married woman.

Mm, very good.

"When your husband comes back, I can have a couple of drinks with him. We’re neighbors after all, no need to be so polite."

Mu Wan: "..."

Was this man a little too chummy?

Watching the man stroll around her two-bedroom apartment as casually as if he were sightseeing, Mu Wan forced a stiff smile at the corners of her lips, already thinking about how to kick him out.

Qin Mu looked around with satisfaction at the fresh, elegant, and very tidy decor. After making one full circle, his gaze finally landed on the four dishes and one soup on the dining table. The curve of his lips lifted a little higher.

Mm, his wife had prepared them for him...

He was going to finish every last bite and drop.