Assistant to My Contracted Husband-Chapter 39 - Do You Have Designs on Me_1
39: Chapter 39 Do You Have Designs on Me_1
39 -39 Do You Have Designs on Me_1
As devious as Gu Mochen!
Jian Ran felt yet again that in the gameof wits between the two of them, she had lost, “Mr.
Gu, please eat, I brought cookies.”
“I’m sorry, I was just asking you to help me heat up some takeout.”
Jian Ran was at a loss for words.
All right, she was being presumptuous again.
“This is something a secretary should do.”
“Jian Ran, what is the first rule of the Gu Family company code?”
“Unconditional obedience.”
Jian Ran admitted defeat…
…
Soon, the microwave warmed up the takeout, and the aroma wafted to Jian Ran, making her a little hungry.
Both takeout boxes were placed in front of Gu Mochen.
She swallowed her saliva and couldn’t help but take another glance.
“Mr.
Gu, may I leave now?”
“Sit down, join me.
After all, you helped me warm up the food.
It’s only polite to reciprocate, and the Gu Family always shows empathy towards its subordinates.”
The man’s thin lips parted slightly, exuding an undeniable authority.
Jian Ran: “…”
Eating in the CEO’s office?
Jian Ran’s scalp tingled.
Just taking the boxed lunch home yesterday felt like committing larceny…
“Mr.
Gu, isn’t it a bit inappropriate if someone sees this?
I’m worried…”
“Only a thief feels guilty.
Or could it be, you have some ulterior motive towards me?”
Jian Ran: “…”
“No.”
Jian Ran ignored the amusement in Gu Mochen’s profound eyes.
She had planned to sit on the sofa with her takeout, but saw that Gu Mochen had already spread his out beside him, implying that she should sit over there.
With a brave face, Jian Ran sat beside Gu Mochen.
The scent of masculinity enveloped her, and she tried to focus her attention on the delicacies, which indeed were premium dishes from the Blue Sky Building.
However, Jian Ran had only eaten a few bites when she saw Gu Mochen stretch out his hand to swap their food.
“This one’s yours, I don’t eat cilantro.”
Jian Ran: “…”
Indeed, Gu Mochen’s takeout box contained cilantro, while hers did not.
But they had both already started eating.
To swap now would mean they were exchanging saliva, wouldn’t it?
And the point was, she didn’t want to eat his saliva…
With this thought in mind, Jian Ran found it difficult to speak up, “Mr.
Gu, I’ve already eaten from this dish.”
“I know.”
“You’ve eaten from that one too, I…”
“What, you find it distasteful?”
Jian Ran: “…”
Yes…
Looking into the man’s exquisite eyes, Jian Ran went against her conscience and said, “No.”
Gu Mochen smiled satisfactorily, elegantly enjoying the takeout that Jian Ran had just nibbled at.
She felt a bit disheveled, and her ears inevitably reddened.
Everyone said Gu Mochen was a clean freak, extremely tidy, with no less than eight cleaning ladies in his office, ensuring it was spotless.
Those rumors must be lies…
…
For lunch, Gu Mochen ate leisurely, while Jian Ran was deep in thought, wondering what to do next.
She had thought that by eating cookies, she’d be beyond his reach, but now it seemed, for every crafty move she made, he had a craftier one up his sleeve.
…
Jian Ran finished the entire lunchbox cleanly, it was free and so expensive, not to eat it would be a waste, while Gu Mochen simply ate a few bites before setting down his chopsticks.
Jian Ran’s beautiful eyes widened in surprise, did Gu Mochen have a poor appetite?
In the past few days, he had eaten everything without leaving a trace.
Gu Mochen didn’t have a poor appetite, but after eating the simple dishes Jian Ran made for 2 days, which stimulated the taste buds with full flavors and aromas, the lavish meals at the Blue Sky Building, though exquisite, felt greasy by comparison, naturally placing Jian Ran’s cooking skills on a higher level.
“Jian Ran, tomorrow I want to eat plain boiled shrimp, sweet and sour carp, and pork belly stir-fried with broccoli.”
Jian Ran: “…”
Reciting a menu?
What did he want to do?
Jian Ran’s beautiful eyes widened, momentarily confused.
“It’s only proper for Mrs.
Gu to prepare lunch for Mr.
Gu, didn’t I explain the marriage law to you yesterday?
How could you be doubtful?
If you are, I’ll call the company’s legal department right now to clarify it for you…”
Jian Ran, seeing Gu Mochen really about to make the call, hurriedly said: “No need!”
“But I’m busy with work and I don’t have time to cook; the employee cafeteria is more convenient, or maybe just eating biscuits.
Besides, the dishes you ordered… they’re not simple home-cooked meals; they’re rather expensive.”
“I think, Mr.
Gu wouldn’t force someone against their will, right?”
Gu Mochen curved the corners of his lips slightly and then said with amusement, “I have a kitchen in my rest area, so from now on, your lunch break will be extended by one hour.
I will buy the ingredients in advance, and you just need to cook.”
Jian Ran: “…”
So high-profile?
After thinking about it, not wanting to attract resentment, Jian Ran weakly spoke up: “I…
I’ll cook at home and bring it over.”
“Hmm, I will add a living allowance to your salary every month.”
The words ‘living allowance’ made Jian Ran’s eyes instantly light up.
“Moreover, the Gu Family employee manual stipulates unconditional obedience.
If you’re still hesitant, I think this month’s bonus might…”
“I’ll do it…”
Gu Mochen’s lips curled in satisfaction as he reached for a tissue to wipe the corners of his mouth.
Well, he would make do with today’s meal; tomorrow, he would enjoy Jian Ran’s cooking.
Jian Ran listened to the low chuckle from the man’s mouth and suppressed the dissatisfaction in her heart.
“Mr.
Gu, may I leave first?”
“Accompany me to a place first.”
Jian Ran: “…”
Being just a small employee in the design department, what exactly did he want from her?
“Mr.
Gu, I have to go back to work later.”
“It’s for work.”
Jian Ran braced herself and followed Gu Mochen out.
Secretary Zhou had already prepared the car.
Unexpectedly, Gu Mochen brought her to a boutique gown shop.
Jian Ran: “…”
Was coming here also for work?
Jian Ran’s lips curled into a disdainful smile as she heard Gu Mochen’s magnetic voice rise above her head.
“Design department, you have good taste, so for the annual meeting tomorrow, you’re responsible for helping me pick out a suit.”
Jian Ran: “…”
“Yes.”
To waste her time choosing suits when she could be drawing more design drafts and earning bonuses, Jian Ran then seriously flipped through the clothes rack, picked out a dark-colored suit and handed it to Gu Mochen.
“This one.”
Low-key and luxurious, it suited Gu Mochen’s restrained temperament.
Gu Mochen narrowed his eyes, having taken a liking to it at first glance as well.
“Madam, you truly have a good eye.
This model is a private custom from a French designer, with diamond cufflinks.”
Jian Ran’s face changed slightly at the woman’s address, and she quickly explained, “I’m sorry, you’re mistaken, I’m not his wife…”
After saying this, Jian Ran felt as if she had been slapped in the face.
Because, in fact, she was his wife.
