Assistant to My Contracted Husband

Inside the delivery room.

Although Qin Mu’s voice wasn’t very loud.

Mu Wan could still hear it clearly...

Mu Wan frowned from the pain, unable to breathe, and was furious upon hearing Qin Mu’s words.

What do you mean by "save the adult"?

What time do you think it is now...

...

Aunt Li even raised her hand and knocked on Qin Mu’s forehead, speaking impatiently.

"You brat, what’s that nonsense you’re spouting? Mother and daughter both safe, no need to worry blindly."

Qin Mu: "..."

He wanted nothing more than for them both to be safe, but he couldn’t help but worry, his heart tightly clenched.

Qin Mu gazed at Aunt Li in front of him, his thin lips pressed together.

"Yeah, but Aunt Li, I’m worried about any accidents. Mu Wan is the most important."

Upon hearing Qin Mu’s words, Aunt Li’s eyes dimmed; how could she not understand what Qin Mu meant?

Of course, Mu Wan is the most important.

This foolish child...

Both mother and daughter are important to him.

Aunt Li patted Qin Mu’s shoulder, with pressed lips she said, "Alright, I promise you, a safe wife for you."

"Okay."

Qin Mu furrowed his black eyes, seeing Mu Wan in such pain, quickly returned to her side, his thin lips pressed together.

"Take a deep breath... I’m here with you and Little Wanzi."

Mu Wan: "..."

Mu Wan almost wanted to curse.

Deep breath, my foot.

In annoyance, Mu Wan pinched the man’s arm, saying: "Don’t talk nonsense with Aunt Li... the child is most important."

All her efforts were just to give him a child.

Otherwise, why would she try so hard?

Qin Mu gazed at the woman’s persistent manner, his thin lips pressed together.

"Alright."

"Ah... it hurts so much."

Mu Wan gasped in pain, then Aunt Li professionally said: "Don’t be nervous, relax now, when it’s time, you can start giving birth."

"Okay."

Always being well taken care of by Aunt Li, Mu Wan trusted her words completely, doing everything as Aunt Li instructed.

As Aunt Li prepared, she disdainfully addressed Qin Mu: "What are you standing there for, say something funny to cheer up your wife."

"Alright."

Any other day, talking love wouldn’t be a problem for Qin Mu, but today he was exhausted, unable to think of anything good to say, he just racked his brain.

"After Little Wanzi is born, we’ll go to Disney and ride the carousel."

"Okay."

Yes, girls seem to love carousels, Tang Bao especially likes them.

Mu Wan was in unbearable pain... all her attention was focused on the cramps in her stomach.

"Uh... once Little Wanzi and Little Cubao are older, their love is free, I support it... but they have to wait until they’re 25 to date."

Mu Wan: "..."

What?

Qin Mu was actually already confused, trying to figure out what to say, he was in a daze.

Just trying to say whatever he could quickly.

Mu Wan was a bit dizzy, quaveringly saying: "Isn’t 25 too late, why do you want to agree with Mr. Gu?"

Qin Mu: "..."

Because fathers everywhere think alike, not wanting their daughters to suffer.

Qin Mu pressed his thin lips together, confidently saying: "Wife, on this point, I’m in full agreement with my brother-in-law."

Mu Wan: "..."

Alright then.

Mu Wan’s attention finally shifted, she started to think about Little Wanzi’s future dating.

Some things, just thinking about them makes you feel happy inside.

So beautiful.

But why is the partner Little Cubao?

Mu Wan frowned in pain, quietly murmuring: "Qin Mu, why is it Little Cubao?"

"Don’t let fertile soil fall into others’ hands."

Mu Wan: "..."

Fertile soil? Who describes their daughter like that?

Mu Wan couldn’t help but laugh, tightly clutching Qin Mu’s arm, transferring her pain onto him.

In fact, she herself wasn’t much better off.

Qin Mu could only think of ways to relax Mu Wan, make her happy, squeezing out a faint smile.

"What do you want Little Wanzi to do in the future? Become a painter?"

"Traditional painting, sketching, watercolor?"

"Can she do comics?"

Everyone has had their rebellious moments.

Mu Wan was no exception... but in her younger days, learning comics wasn’t promoted, teachers and moms advocated for traditional painting, and in the end, Mu Wan chose sketching.

Thinking about it now, Mu Wan wants Little Wanzi to learn comics.

"Sure, as you say."

"Hmm, will Grandpa and Mom and Dad like it?"

"Of course..."

"Okay."