Assistant to My Contracted Husband
Chapter 1035: President Qin is Very Concerned About You, 1 More Update (4)

Chapter 1035: Chapter 1035: President Qin is Very Concerned About You, 1 More Update (4)

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With the company of the female secretary, Mu Wan’s appetite improved slightly...

"Miss Mu, I need to report back to Mr. Qin now. Thank you."

"I should be thanking you for accompanying me during the meal..."

Graceful and well-educated, the female secretary couldn’t help but remark, "Miss Mu, actually, Mr. Qin is very concerned about you. Just now, when he noticed you weren’t eating, he specially arranged for a new cart of food for you."

"Mm..."

In truth, Qin Mu was likely more concerned about her physical health.

Being healthier... would make it easier to conceive a child.

Thinking of this, Mu Wan tugged lightly at the corner of her mouth, her smile faint. The secretary, noticing her reaction, dared not say more and respectfully took her leave.

...

As the secretary pushed the dining cart out of the room, Qin Mu was still elegantly seated on the sofa, having not left. Seeing the secretary emerge, his thin lips pressed into a line.

"How much did she eat?"

"Mr. Qin, Miss Mu invited me to join her... So, I ate with her. Miss Mu ate approximately a quarter of the food."

Qin Mu: "..."

Mu Wan actually invited the secretary to join her for the meal? Qin Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, his dark gaze growing deeper.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Qin. I realize I’ve acted out of turn and disregarded proper etiquette, but... Miss Mu’s attitude was genuinely sincere. I’m truly sorry for overstepping. My apologies."

"Mm."

A quarter wasn’t too bad, relatively speaking. Qin Mu curved his lips in satisfaction, nodding slightly.

The secretary hesitated for a moment, seemingly wanting to praise Miss Mu but unsure of what to say in the current situation.

"Mr. Qin, I’ll take my leave now. Doctor Lula is already scheduled for tomorrow; you and your wife can head over as planned."

"Mm..."

Qin Mu’s dark eyes wandered toward Mu Wan’s tightly closed bedroom door, his lips pressing together... his gaze complicated and full of meaning.

Mu Wan, I’m sorry.

...

Mu Wan worked alone on her drawings until dawn... She simply couldn’t fall asleep.

Only when she was immersed in drawing could she find peace of mind.

Just before 9 a.m., she stepped out of her room. Qin Mu was already dressed neatly, completely ready to go.

"Let’s go, we’ll eat first and then head to the hospital."

"Alright."

Mu Wan pursed her lips and changed into a pale blue dress before following behind Qin Mu.

...

After finishing their meal at the restaurant, the two arrived at the hospital, where Mu Wan’s palms were clammy with sweat, her forehead dotted with cold perspiration.

Mu Wan took a deep breath...

Trying to steady her breathing, but it didn’t help much.

Qin Mu clearly noticed the unusualness in her demeanor, his thin lips pressing into a line.

"Mu Wan, the house where Aunt Mu will live has already been purchased and transferred to her name. I’ve arranged for her luggage to be moved today. I know Aunt likes teaching children to draw, so... I’ve also prepared a dedicated art studio for her."

"Whether it’s the studio or her residence, there will be more than five bodyguards on duty around the clock to ensure her peaceful life remains undisturbed. I can promise you that her later years will be free from worry."

Mu Wan: "..."

Was this Qin Mu’s way of helping her make up her mind, knowing her reluctance?

Tempting her with such promises!

After hearing his words, Mu Wan pursed her lips and said, "That’s not necessary. My mother might prefer staying in her old home, as she’s accustomed to it... If possible, I’d hope... you could assign one or two people to protect her from Wang Xue and Wu Jingjing. Beyond that, the big house... and the art studio aren’t needed..."

After she finished speaking, Mu Wan raised her gaze to the man in front of her.

Most of the time... Mu Wan kept her head lowered.

"Although we’re nowhere near as wealthy as the Qin Family, we aren’t greedy either. Qin Mu... The reason I... agreed to undergo IVF... was more so because of your wishes, because you wanted a child, your family wanted one, your grandfather wanted one."

Mu Wan tugged lightly at the corner of her mouth and murmured softly, "Mm, whether marrying you or having a child, neither was influenced by material reasons. Of course, that’s just what’s in my heart. Whether you believe it or not, it doesn’t matter..."

Mu Wan took a deep breath and murmured softly, "I’ll head in first. Sorry, I said too much."

After speaking, Mu Wan didn’t glance again at the man in front of her and directly pushed open the door to Lula’s examination room.

Qin Mu: "..."

Qin Mu watched as the woman walked away resolutely, her silhouette receding. He tried to reach out for something but realized he grasped at air, catching nothing.

...

Mu Wan entered the examination room with her reddened eyes, her small hands twisting together.

In her mind, scenes flashed rapidly one after another—images of Qin Mu in his youth... and the earnest gaze of the elder Qin.

Taking a deep breath... Mu Wan felt her throat tighten painfully.

Lula gazed at Mu Wan’s pale complexion and her reddened yet beautiful eyes, her expression filled with sympathy.

"Miss Mu, are you sure about this? Once you proceed with the surgery... there’s no turning back..."

Mu Wan: "..."

Looking at the woman’s concerned expression, Mu Wan couldn’t help but murmur, "Then... I want to know, is there a way back after falling for someone you shouldn’t love? Or is it just a path leading to ruin..."

Lula shrugged, the Frenchwoman naturally cheerful, narrowing her phoenix-like eyes.

"If the other person doesn’t love you... I’m sorry, but what awaits you is a dead end... a complete dead end."

Mu Wan: "..."

What a blunt dead-end remark.

Lula’s straightforward words instantly left her feeling despair.

Mu Wan had once hoped to find salvation in hopelessness, but now she realized she was simply dreaming foolishly.

"Thank you, Doctor Lula. I understand..."

"Miss Mu... time is of the essence. Please lie down."

Mu Wan looked at the cold bed in front of her, her face turning even paler, her small hands clenching tightly.

Was she really destined to walk down this path to ruin, to the dead end?