Assistant to My Contracted Husband
Chapter 1032 President Qin Cares About You1 More(1)

Chapter 1032: Chapter 1032 President Qin Cares About You1 More(1)

Inside the luxurious presidential suite:

Mu Wan was trembling all over, her body devoid of any warmth.

Though the air conditioner was on in the room, to her, it felt like an icy chamber.

A whirlwind of chaotic emotions violently surged in her heart...

After a long time, Mu Wan murmured softly, "Okay... I just want to be alone and quiet for a while now. Would you mind leaving for a bit?"

Qin Mu: "..."

Qin Mu pursed his lips at the resolute words of the woman, his deep gaze sweeping over the figure in front of him, his dark eyes becoming even more profound.

"Alright, I asked Lula—tomorrow is your ovulation period, ideal for egg retrieval. Get some rest tonight. After all, during ovulation, there’s only one day in a month. If we have to rush back again next month for this, it’ll be troublesome. If we do it in the country, the old master might notice."

"Mm."

He was always so logical, taking everything in stride before her.

But before Jian Ran, he was so innocent and cheerful, like a child...

Mu Wan mechanically nodded, keeping her gaze lowered, never letting the tears at the corners of her eyes show to Qin Mu.

Certain vulnerabilities, certain moments of weakness...

She only needed to see them herself.

To show them to Qin Mu—this man wouldn’t show her the slightest pity.

So... it was utterly meaningless.

Why bother... degrading herself like this? She had already sunk to such a low point; surely that was enough.

...

Qin Mu cast a deep, sharp glance at the woman in front of him, then pressed his thin lips together and left the room. When the door closed behind him, Mu Wan, her eyes reddened, buried her head in her knees and began to cry softly.

Mu Wan... you’re really so useless.

Turns out... loving someone secretly truly pulls your bottom line to endlessly low depths, just like where she was now...

Mu Wan felt that agreeing to do IVF was already the limit of her toleration.

Unexpectedly, faced with Qin Mu’s indifference, she had lowered her bottom line even further.

Mu Wan... could you stop loving him?

Mu Wan had asked herself this question countless times. The truth was... sorry, she truly couldn’t.

She couldn’t stop loving him.

And so, the man remained on his high pedestal, while she sank low into the dust.

...

At dinner, the secretary delivered a complete luxurious meal from the five-star presidential suite’s menu. Mu Wan had little appetite, simply moved her chopsticks a few times and ate no more.

She wanted to call Mu Qingqiu but feared her emotional state might betray her, worrying the other woman.

So... Mu Wan could only stay quietly in the room, open the easel, and take out her drawing pad.

Mu Wan stared at her hand-drawn portrait of Qin Mu, her beautiful eyes flickering slightly, lifting her delicate hand to touch the man’s thin lips, hawk-like eyes, then the refined eyebrows and features within the painting.

Mu Wan’s lips tugged faintly... then she chose a fresh blank sheet of paper, picked up her sketch pencil, and began to draw freely.

Whenever Mu Wan felt stifled, depressed, or low-spirited, she always turned to drawing.

Because during such moments, she could fully release herself.

Everyone has two little personas living within them, dual-faced natures...

Mu Wan curved her lips slightly; every time she drew, her mood could momentarily relax...

But... at the moment Mu Wan’s final stroke completed the drawing...

Her gaze fell upon the freshly finished artwork before her, and her expression shifted subtly.

It was still Qin Mu...