Assistant to My Contracted Husband
Chapter 1033: 1033: President Qin Cares About You a Lot 1 Update (2)

Chapter 1033: Chapter 1033: President Qin Cares About You a Lot 1 Update (2)

It was a man wearing a school uniform, drenched in sweat, playing basketball on the court.

The image was etched into her mind; over the years, she had painted it no less than a thousand times.

So now, she could replicate it effortlessly with a stroke of her brush.

Mu Wan pressed her lips together, a mix of tears and laughter welling up inside her.

Rain fell in her eyes… but in her heart, she was the one holding the rain for him.

Mu Wan… you are really the biggest fool in the world…

Mu Wan wanted to reach out and rip the freshly painted image of Qin Mu off the canvas, but her small hand froze mid-motion as it touched the easel.

Hmm… she couldn’t bear to.

…

Nighttime, in the living room:

The female secretary pushed the dining cart out from Mu Wan’s room. Qin Mu’s gaze landed on the untouched, delicate dishes on the cart, and his thin lips pressed tightly together.

Because of her emotional turmoil, Mu Wan hadn’t chosen to come out and eat dinner. Instead, she ate alone in her room.

Qin Mu knew the woman probably didn’t want to face him, so he had arranged for the secretary to deliver her dinner.

“Replace it with a new cart, then send it in again…”

“Understood…”

The secretary nodded respectfully and began arranging for a fresh serving of lavish French cuisine.

…

Inside the room:

When Mu Wan saw the secretary bringing in the newly prepared dishes, she quickly closed the easel in front of her.

Her beauty was dazzling, especially in the quiet solitude of the corner, serene and untouched by the world.

It radiated an understated gentleness.

The secretary’s eyes flickered with a hint of astonishment. Facing Mu Wan’s puzzled gaze, she respectfully reminded her.

“Miss Mu, Mr. Qin has instructed that if you don’t like the food, he’ll replace it with another cart…”

Mu Wan: “…”

On the cart were a bottle of 1982 Lafite, milk, meticulously prepared snails, foie gras, perfectly seared medium steak, tender lamb leg.

Marseille fish soup, Parisian lobster, red wine pheasant, saffron chicken liver…

Each dish was a masterpiece…

Their cost was astronomical.

Mu Wan’s lips twitched slightly… So Qin Mu was indulging in extravagance, wasn’t he?

Mu Wan offered a faint smile, her gaze never leaving the easel in front of her.

“Thank you for going to the trouble, but I’m really not very hungry right now… You really don’t need to bring any more in. Um… can I return these? Since I haven’t touched them, otherwise it’d be way too wasteful.”

“Um… Miss Mu, Mr. Qin doesn’t mind spending this kind of money…”

One night in a top-tier presidential suite in France costs a fortune…

And items ordered from within the suite aren’t easily returnable.

After all, Mr. Qin wouldn’t want to lose face over such trivial matters.

Mu Wan: “…”

What seemed a fortune to her—every item priced in five digits of Euros—might merely be pocket change to Qin Mu.

The secretary watched Mu Wan’s silence and quickly realized she had misspoken. She hurried to add, “Apologies, Miss Mu, I didn’t mean anything by it…”

“It’s fine. Have you eaten yet?”

“Not yet… Typically I eat after you and Mr. Qin are done…”

“Hmm… in that case, let’s eat together. Otherwise, I won’t eat much on my own. It would really be so wasteful.”

As a child, Mu Wan often lived through days of hunger, so from a young age, she understood… food must not be wasted.

Secretary: “…”

The secretary stood frozen, taken aback.

“Miss Mu, you are the lady of the house… I’m just someone Mr. Qin assigned to look after you. How could I possibly sit at the table and eat with you?”