Assistant to My Contracted Husband

Mu Wan and Little Wanzi stayed in the hospital for a week before the Qin Family brought them home.

Mu Wan insisted on breastfeeding. Although it was very uncomfortable at first, whenever she saw Little Wanzi’s tiny mouth wrapped around her, she felt so happy that no matter how tiring it was, it all felt worth it.

She was just too pink and cute.

In that one week at the hospital, the little one had put on six taels.

Qin Mu bluntly said that was far from enough...

He had to feed his daughter and his wife until they were fair, chubby, and all soft and squishy.

He was always working hard at it.

...

Ever since Little Wanzi was born, she’d become the happy pill of the whole family. Even though most of the time she simply slept quietly, just that sleeping face alone was enough for the old Mr. Qin to sit and stare at her all afternoon without getting tired.

This daughter of the Qin Family, no matter how you looked at her, was just so lovable and sweet.

Four generations of the Qin Family under one roof—nice, they finally had a girl...

He was satisfied.

The old Mr. Qin really felt his life was complete.

Qin Song’s most direct feeling was that his own value had plummeted.

...

In the Qin Family’s living room:

To give Mu Wan more space to move around, the Qin Family had rearranged the entire living room. It was draft-free, with the air conditioning on, and Mu Wan could freely take care of Little Wanzi in the living room.

Qin Mu had specifically ordered a custom-made cradle from Japan, decorated it with teddy bears and Doraemon, plus Barbie dolls—basically anything girls liked, Qin Mu had people bring it all over.

On normal days, after Little Wanzi finished nursing, Mu Wan would put her in the cradle. She’d babble away, which was unbelievably adorable.

When Jian Ran and Gu Mochen had nothing to do, they loved bringing their two kids over to the Qin Family to play.

Tang Bao called her "little sister" with every breath, while Little Cubao called her "wife" with every breath...

While he shouted happily, his little hand also held onto Little Wanzi’s tiny hand and refused to let go.

It really pissed Qin Mu off.

"Wife, wife..."

Jian Ran: "..."

Seeing Little Cubao being so proactive, Jian Ran felt a bit pressured.

Actually, Little Cubao was still young. He didn’t really know what "wife" meant. It was just that he always heard them joking around, pointing at Little Wanzi and telling him, "That’s your wife, your little wife."

Over time, kids learn fast, so he automatically decided that the pink little person in the cradle was his wife.

Jian Ran’s beautiful eyes darkened slightly, and she was just about to think whether she should educate Little Cubao when she heard Qin Mu, who was pouring water into a bottle, speak up with obvious dislike.

"Who’s your wife, huh? Go away, stop randomly claiming wives."

"Hmph, Uncle is wrong, she is a wife... Jinchen’s."

Little Cubao very earnestly waved his hand at Qin Mu, implying that Qin Mu had gotten it wrong.

Little Wanzi was his wife...

Little Cubao held Little Wanzi’s tiny hand extra seriously and nodded.

Qin Mu: "..."

Qin Mu’s handsome face darkened even more.

Everyone else was both amused and exasperated.

This Little Cubao was just too cute, you couldn’t help but laugh.

Mu Wan said softly, "Alright, don’t stoop to a child’s level."

"Everything Jian Ran gives birth to is a little demon. Him? How is he a child... He’s clearly a little smarty pants, just like Tang Bao when she was little, no better no worse."

Jian Ran: "..."

Little demon?

Jian Ran narrowed her phoenix eyes and said irritably, "Qin Third, don’t let good water flow into outsiders’ fields. Our Cubao is a perfectly qualified future son-in-law candidate, so show some respect. We’ll all be one family in the future. When Little Wanzi grows up and finds out you were always fierce to Cubao, let’s see how you explain that."

"Hmph..."

Qin Mu narrowed his dark eyes and didn’t say anything, but he had clearly taken it to heart.

Just then, Little Wanzi happened to wake up. She sleepily opened her beautiful eyes and curiously looked around at the world.

Her big, dark eyes were unbelievably cute, dewy and bright, sparkling like the most beautiful stars in the sky.

"Wow..."

Little Cubao was stunned by her beauty; he really liked her too much.

Little Cubao’s small hand held Little Wanzi’s tiny hand and couldn’t bear to let go.

"Wife is pretty, really pretty."

Jian Ran: "..."

Why did it feel like she was raising a prodigal son?

Jian Ran reached out and ruffled Little Cubao’s hair, saying in disgust, "If you keep shouting ’wife, wife’, then you can just marry into your uncle’s family in the future."

"Hehe, okay."

Jian Ran: "..."

On the side, Gu Mochen, who was chatting happily with the old Mr. Qin, raised his brows when he heard that. He knew his own son’s temperament like the back of his hand.

Mm, not surprising.

Gu Mochen briefly expressed his disdain, then continued chatting with the old man.

Qin Mu bent down and kissed Little Wanzi’s forehead, doting as he said, "Little Wanzi, you’ve got to keep your eyes wide open in the future. This brat is not to be trusted."

"Mmm."