Assistant to My Contracted Husband

Gu Xiran knew Qin Song didn’t want her to know about his illness, so she pretended to be unaware.

"Hmm, but I don’t want my brother to bear too much burden... Tangbao, you say I might as well rely on my parents, but I can’t possibly rely on my brother..."

Gu Xiran: "..."

Both Gu Xiran and Qin Jin, who arrived, heard Qin Song’s words.

Gu Xiran looked at Qin Jin in front of her, seeing the man’s deep gaze, she bit her lip.

"No matter what, come back first, okay? Just for me."

"No way... I’ve got plenty of beauties here... No, wait, I am indeed missing a sister, you’re naughtier than Jiujiu, not as well-behaved as her, I won’t miss you."

Listening to his indifferent words, Gu Xiran’s eyes quickly grew wet.

The assistant, on Qin Jin’s instructions, quickly locked down Qin Song’s address.

Qin Jin squinted his dark eyes, signaling Gu Xiran to stall Qin Song.

Gu Xiran thought of ways to talk to Qin Song about childhood memories to get him to return, but Qin Song kept refusing.

"Alright, Little Tang Bao, stop fooling around and live well with your brother. If you all get engaged, I might not be there, but the gifts will certainly arrive."

"And I’ve prepared gifts for when you turn nineteen, twenty, up to a hundred years old."

"As well as for your and your brother’s baby, I’ve also prepared gifts. Though I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl, no matter which, everyone will like it, and so will I."

Gu Xiran: "..."

Qin Song’s words pierced her heart like a dagger, making it hard for her to breathe.

"No, I want you to choose my birthday gifts with me every year."

On the other end, Qin Song fell silent upon hearing Gu Xiran’s words.

Both held tightly onto their phones, but words failed them.

They couldn’t speak...

Gu Xiran couldn’t control her tears as they kept falling from her eyes.

After a long silence, Qin Song broke it.

"It’s late, Tang Bao. I’ve got a date, so I’ll hang up. About the gifts... I’m so busy with dates every day, where would I find the time to go gift shopping with you."

"Yeah, so let your brother accompany you..."

Gu Xiran: "..."

"No, I want you to accompany me..."

"Tang Bao, live well with your brother."

Before Gu Xiran could say another word, she heard the beep of the disconnected line, leaving her face pale.

...

Qin Jin looked at Gu Xiran’s somewhat collapsed expression and pursed his thin lips, saying, "His location is in France. We’ll head there now."

"Okay."

"France is so big. How do we know exactly where he is?"

"As long as his phone stays on, we’ll find him."

"Okay."

Gu Xiran nodded, finding this method the best.

...

Gu Xiran and Qin Jin took a military flight directly to Paris, France.

Upon landing in Paris, they rushed to the address found in Qin Song’s location—a place called Dusk Bar.

Due to the time difference, it was just about time for sunrise in Paris.

The location showed Qin Song arrived at the bar the previous night and stayed until sunrise.

Gu Xiran deduced without much thought that the man had been drinking there.

When she reached the bar quickly, she spotted Qin Song’s figure in a corner. Her beautiful eyes reddened as she hurried over.

"Qin Song... How are you?"

There was a row of empty bottles beside Qin Song, indicating he drank a lot, leaving him in a dazed state.

"Tang Bao?"

Qin Song was somewhat muddled with alcohol, looking at the woman in front of him as though in a hallucination.

"It’s nice, seeing you when I’m drunk."

Having been apart for days, Qin Song appeared a bit shabby and was about to pick up another bottle when Gu Xiran snatched it away.

"Qin Song, you can’t drink anymore..."

"I want to know if being drunk gives me the courage to confess to you."

Gu Xiran: "..."

Listening to Qin Song’s words, Gu Xiran’s heart ached.

"Yes, you can say it, I’m listening."

"Gu Xiran, I like you."

"Gu Xiran... my brother likes you too, he’s just too aloof to say it. And he’s doing this to accommodate me. Now that I’m drunk, I need to say it for him."

Gu Xiran: "..."

Upon hearing Qin Song’s words, Gu Xiran looked up at Qin Jin beside her, meeting his deep dark eyes—the unspoken understanding was clear.

Though Qin Jin never expressed love, she understood.

"Tang Bao, I want to marry you... and want my brother to marry you too. More importantly, I want to see you happy and joyful after marrying him."

In his drunken state, Qin Song kept mumbling, and Gu Xiran heard his words, her lips forming a bitter smile as she gently stroked Qin Song’s hair.

"Yes, I know... I know it all."

"I love you so much... so much. Sometimes I think if I just died, maybe it’d be fine. This way, my brother would be free and wouldn’t hesitate to be with you because of me. You both would be very happy."

Qin Song said this while crying and laughing.

Gu Xiran’s eyes were filled with tears from Qin Song’s words, this vulnerable side of Qin Song truly tugged at her heartstrings.

"Nonsense... Qin Song, if you keep talking nonsense, I’ll hit you."

"Let my brother do it. I’m tough-skinned and all; I’m worried your hand will hurt if you hit me."

Gu Xiran couldn’t help but find Qin Song’s words both sorrowful and amusing.

Qin Song leaned against Gu Xiran, and soon fell asleep as the alcohol hit him.

Qin Jin gazed intently at the sleeping Qin Song, his thin lips pressing together.

"I’ll take care of him."

"Hmm, I’ll settle the bill."

"Okay."

Qin Jin frowned deeply. Qin Song’s stomach couldn’t handle any irritation, yet he ended up binge drinking, clearly showing his disregard for his own body.