Assistant to My Contracted Husband

Private room:

Jian Ran tried to evade Qin Mu's large hand as it kneaded her cheek, but in the next instant, she was pulled into his embrace, as if the man knew exactly what was on her mind.

"Ran girl, let your Qin Third Master hold you for a bit, just for a short while," he said.

Qin Mu, the youngest in his family, a typical Crown Prince, could command the wind and rain at home, but always showed a rare tender side to Jian Ran, occasionally acting coquettishly.

Jian Ran: "..."

Qin Third, always a mixture of domineering and childlike when facing her.

Jian Ran bit her lip, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, as memories of their childhood days as playmates swiftly passed through her mind, heartwarming, until Qin Mu's words darkened her expression.

"Damn it, I really fucking miss you, Ran girl. What kind of drug have you been slipping me?" he exclaimed, his irritation palpable.

This temper, still so characteristic of the old Qin Third, touched Jian Ran deeply, though she was not ready to reveal her private relationship with Qin Mu in front of everyone.

"Qin Mu, let's talk business..."

As she said this, Jian Ran pointed to her chest badge with her finger, the implication crystal clear.

Gu Family Design Department—Jian Ran.

Qin Mu raised an eyebrow, not surprisingly his Ran girl was doing well. Seeing the others gape at her and Qin Mu, he reached out and took hold of Jian Ran's hand, childishly saying,

"Alright, whatever my Ran girl says, I'll do."

Jian Ran: "..."

Really, that's enough.

At his words, Jian Ran saw Lan Xing at her side completely darken his face.

Lan Xing had thought the evening's networking event would be a difficult ordeal, knowing Qin Mu's reputation as a womanizer. By bringing Jian Ran, he was like handing fresh meat directly into Qin Mu's mouth. Once Qin Mu grew tired of her, she'd be discarded like a used towel; and then, Jian Ran would stand no chance against him for the attentions of President Gu.

Although Qin Mu might be a playboy with a certain flair, compared to Gu Mochen's maturity, composure, and inscrutability, he fell far short.

What Lan Xing hadn't anticipated was Jian Ran's acquaintance with Qin Mu, and quite a close one at that.

And how readily Qin Mu seemed to listen to Jian Ran.

Seeing this, Lan Xing was seething with irritation.

Hmph, he definitely had to expose Jian Ran's fox-like true face to President Gu. Jian Ran had obviously formed a secret attachment to Qin Mu long ago.

...

Qin Mu directly pulled Jian Ran to a corner to sit down, giving the pair some private space, as others tactfully moved away. The women who were originally at Qin Mu's side were quickly shooed off by his subordinates.

Having followed Qin Mu for many years, his subordinates naturally recognized Jian Ran. Now that the genuine article had arrived, there was no need for the substitutes.

Those in the know were aware that Qin Mu had suffered a heartache in his youth, his greatest pleasure since then being to toy with women.

But those privy to the inside story knew that Jian Ran was the one Qin Mu had confessed to!

Back then, Jian Ran had rejected Qin Mu's confession, causing him not to eat or drink and to waste away for days, to the point of infuriating his father.

...

"Ran girl, do you know how much I turned Yuncheng upside down these past four years just to find you..."

Qin Mu narrowed his black eyes, moving closer, the Amaretto cocktail in his hand flickering as he occasionally teased Jian Ran's delicate and fair cheek.

This little face, as tender and soft as ever.

Qin Third was just that kind of person, seemingly rash and disdainful of worldly matters on the surface, but in reality, he was very proper with his own, like now when he was clearly flirting and teasing her, yet apart from the initial cheek pinching and hug, he hadn't touched her with a single finger.

When they were little, he would always clamor to kiss her, to claim her as his own.