Assistant to My Contracted Husband
Chapter 1050: Climactic Request for Subscription in Marital Duties (10)

Chapter 1050: Chapter 1050: Climactic Request for Subscription in Marital Duties (10)

Qin Mu: "..."

Qin Mu’s gaze fell on his uniquely flamboyant convertible not far away... The woman sitting in the passenger seat... seriously watching the Eiffel Tower, then once again letting her gaze settle on the sketchpad before her...

Such coincidence.

He hadn’t expected that even on the street, he would run into...

Qin Mu’s Cadillac was still speeding along when the driver, noticing Qin Mu’s unreadable expression and unchanging composure, silently pulled the car over to the roadside.

After all... she was the Qin Family’s young mistress... Seeing her on the road, how could he not say hello?

Qin Mu’s thin lips pressed together slightly; despite being busy with work these days...

The woman’s figure had a way of appearing fleetingly in his mind, impossible to drive away.

Qin Mu’s long black eyes narrowed slightly as his senses caught the faint fragrance that seemed to linger on her.

...

Mu Wan focused intently on her drawing, completely oblivious that she had unwittingly become part of Qin Mu’s scenery.

"Miss Mu... It looks like you’re almost done... It’s so beautiful. Can I take a look?"

Hearing the secretary’s excited words, Mu Wan curved her lips into a faint smile, made a few finishing adjustments at the corners, and then handed the sketchpad to the secretary.

"Hmm... It still needs coloring... If you like it, I’ll give it to you."

The Eiffel Tower on Mu Wan’s sketchpad was remarkably lifelike... Its proportions matched almost perfectly with the real Eiffel Tower.

Mu Wan had been drawing for many years... grasping such details was second nature to her.

The secretary, thoroughly impressed upon seeing it, couldn’t help but exclaim, "Miss Mu... Your drawing is truly stunning... Just like you... so vibrant and full of life."

Amused by the compliment, Mu Wan smiled and murmured softly, "Thank you... Next time, I can sketch a portrait for you."

"Really? Thank you so much."

"No need to thank me. It’s just a small favor..."

Unable to resist her admiration for the Eiffel Tower sketch, the secretary opened the clip, preparing to remove the sheet for closer inspection... Unexpectedly, when the clip was released, a gust of wind blew through, scattering all the papers on the sketchpad.

Mu Wan: "..."

The wind picked up speed... The sheets of paper fluttered into the distance on the breeze.

Among them... there was one—a sketch of Qin Mu in formal attire, taken in the bride’s preparation room...

It couldn’t be lost... It was extremely precious.

Mu Wan’s expression shifted slightly as her sharp eyes spotted the sketch fluttering toward the center of the road, the faint image of him in his formalwear barely discernible.

"Please help me gather the rest of the papers... I’ll go retrieve that one!"

Without further words, Mu Wan climbed out of the convertible and dashed toward the sketch in the middle of the road.

The secretary was startled, gasping in fear.

"Miss Mu... Stop! There are cars in the middle of the road, it’s too dangerous!"

Mu Wan’s focus remained entirely on the sketch of Qin Mu in his formal attire... It was the first time... She had drawn a live sketch of him, face-to-face.

It couldn’t be lost; to her, it was irreplaceable.

...

"Drive."

"President Qin, look... Your wife is running into the middle of the road. Could she have seen us? No, wait... She’s chasing something... It’s the sketches!"

Qin Mu: "..."

Qin Mu watched Mu Wan, dressed in a long white dress, weaving amidst the moving traffic. His expression darkened slightly.

Was this woman not afraid of death?

For the sake of a sketch... She dared to dart through traffic. Did she not realize the immense danger, and how her life might be snatched away at any moment?

Qin Mu’s thin lips pressed together, his eyes instantly darkening.

...

The weather in France was truly whimsical—just moments ago, there had been a gentle breeze, but now the wind seemed relentless...

Mu Wan grew increasingly anxious, worried the sketch would be blown away by the wind... or perhaps damaged by the passing cars.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

"Honk, honk, honk..."

Mu Wan felt a heavy ringing in her ears while her focus remained solely on the sketch before her.

It was... so important to her...

"Sorry, sorry... Excuse me..."

Mu Wan knew she was causing a disturbance in traffic and repeatedly apologized. But in her haste... her foot slipped... and she fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah..."

Mu Wan felt a burning pain on the skin of her hand—it had clearly been scraped raw by the rough road surface.

In the next moment... a sedan came hurtling directly toward her.

The car was moving too fast... Even if it braked now... it might not be able to stop in time.

Mu Wan’s beautiful eyes froze... Her face turned pale as a sheet.