Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 280: Boasting Big Words

Suddenly jolted awake.

Qu Fulan gasped for breath, simply feeling a bit ridiculous.

How could she dream about her boss...

Dreaming about Pei Ji’an she could understand, after all, the two of them were married now, some things happening would be reasonable, if she dreamed about him, there was at least a real-life context.

But what kind of nonsense is dreaming about the boss?

Qu Fulan rubbed her temples, footsteps came from the room, Pei Ji’an soon arrived at the bedside, his face showing a bit of urgency, "What’s wrong?"

How could she possibly tell the truth? She just mumbled, "Had a nightmare."

He breathed a sigh of relief, reaching out to pull her into his arms, "Dreams and reality are the opposite, don’t worry."

Qu Fulan nodded and then said, "I woke you up."

"I’ve always been a light sleeper, any little rustle wakes me, it’s nothing to do with you." He tidied her hair, all sweaty, indicating she was quite frightened by the nightmare, "It’s still early, go back to sleep, I’ll stay here until you doze off."

Qu Fulan closed her eyes, but after a while, she opened them again, looking at the person sitting by the bed. Solid as a mountain, he inexplicably gave a sense of security, she moved her lips.

"Can’t sleep?" He naturally noticed.

"You don’t actually need to stay here..."

This made her feel too guilty, coupled with that previous dream, although just a dream, it made her feel a sense of betrayal. He was so considerate, it really was embarrassing.

How could she sleep like this?

"Then don’t think too much, get some good sleep, call me if anything happens."

Pei Ji’an didn’t insist on staying, he covered her with the quilt and got up to go to the outer room.

After all, staying was a test for him too. How many men could remain indifferent staying in the same room with the woman they like, especially at night? If it weren’t for his strong willpower, he would’ve disregarded everything long ago.

The more considerate he was, the more guilty she felt, while also feeling a surge of gratitude and appreciation in her heart.

Is this what it feels like to be cherished by someone?

She closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

This time, she didn’t dream again.

The next day, she got up early, instinctively heading to the wardrobe, yawning as she went. Dreaming always affects sleep, but the next second, she was dumbfounded.

Pei Ji’an was bare-chested, looking for clothes, his long, tall, and robust back displayed to her eyes. Hearing the noise, he turned to look, and Qu Fulan saw his abs, the standard eight-pack with distinct v-lines.

He didn’t mind being seen by her and nonchalantly put on his clothes.

Qu Fulan felt her cheeks heat up instantly; she’d never seen his body. Before, when he showered, she only helped prepare clothes, at most seeing him in a thin white undergarment, nothing more.

Now, she actually found his body really appealing...

Knowing what she was thinking was nonsensical, she felt even more embarrassed and quickly turned and walked out.

Pei Ji’an chuckled behind her, "What’s there to be shy about? Aren’t we a married couple?"

Qu Fulan didn’t dare to reply.

Couldn’t even if she wanted to.

Once he was dressed properly, he called a maid in to assist, mainly to help with her grooming and dressing.

He left without even having breakfast, but not before reminding her to have a good breakfast.

After Qu Fulan had breakfast, she went to see the old matron, and then she too was heading out for work.

Just as she stepped out the door, she bumped into Ren Hua, who was also going out to check on the shop, so they arranged to have lunch together at noon and chat a bit.

By noon, the two of them went to "Flower Garden Ode" for lunch, Qu Fulan only occasionally came for a meal when she wanted to get a sense of how things were going at the store.

This time she happened to run into Yinhua who came looking for the shopkeeper. Yinhua got married before, choosing from a few families and ending up with one of average conditions, whose family had a sick mother at home.

It’s often said a long illness on the bed brings no filial children, making it clear how punishing illness can be; even one’s own can’t stand it, let alone a daughter-in-law?

Yinhua looked haggard, making the shopkeeper couple sigh in distress, but what could they do? She was already married, and life just had to muddle along.

Yinhua came back intending to borrow money from her parents; doing business these days was tough, her husband’s business money wasn’t enough for his mother’s medical bills, forcing her to return home seeking her parents’ assistance.

How could the shopkeeper not help? But this wasn’t the first time they were helping. If the son-in-law were a good one, they’d be willing to help, but they heard he kept someone else outside, leading the family to such hardship.

While a man having concubines wasn’t unheard of, it had to be within the family’s means, right? Money for a sick mother’s treatment was running out, yet he was keeping another.

Even if they were unwilling, the shopkeeper clenched his teeth and took out money to help. There was no choice; if they didn’t, the son-in-law would blame their daughter, not to mention the mother-in-law calling her unfilial.

Speaking of the word ’filial,’ Qu Fulan recalled Yinhua choosing this man initially because he was filial.

Unfortunately, being filial wasn’t a standard to judge a man’s character; it was merely the basic tenet of being a person, something one should be, hardly worth mentioning.

Judging someone by the lowest standard was a big mistake.

But none of this concerned Qu Fulan, she quickly forgot about this matter.

All the dishes she ordered were spicy, whereas Ren Hua ordered everything mild, Qu Fulan knew since her miscarriage, her body had weakened and needed nourishing.

"How’s the recuperation going now?" she asked.

"The doctor said it’s going well, in another month or two, once I stop the medication, I can try conceiving again."

Among themselves, there’s no need to hold back, they say whatever they want.

"I’ve noticed you’ve lost some weight again, is it because of stress?"

Ren Hua hadn’t spoken yet, but her cheeks turned red, glancing at Qu Fulan, seeing her rosy face, "I was just about to ask you, you and your new husband should be a bit more energetic in the bedroom; a young woman can hardly withstand such things. Do you have a way to manage it, or any tricks?"

Qu Fulan choked on her tea, coughing for a long while before calming down.

"Don’t get so worked up, we’re all friends here, sharing and exchanging ideas, I’m really at a loss, now whenever I see him, I just want to hide." Ren Hua spoke in a tone both troubled and sweet.

The trouble was in its frequency, the sweetness from her husband’s affection, who wouldn’t love it?

Sometimes she even wished her husband would visit the maid’s quarters, so she could rest for a few days, but he would only go there when she was unavailable, ignoring everyone else at other times.

Whenever she complained a bit, he would blame her, claiming she was too irresistible, while he never had such desires before.

Qu Fulan couldn’t show it too plainly, otherwise, she’d be found out, so she acted as if she had such experiences, "It’s okay, I’m not that tired."

If she could foresee the events later, Qu Fulan would probably take back those words.

"Then how many times a night for you?"

Ren Hua asked boldly and directly, leaving Qu Fulan struggling to hold her ground, but in such a situation, asking back was the best way to shift the pressure, "What about you?"

Ren Hua gestured with a number.

Qu Fulan didn’t have such experiences, lacking expertise, but she read in novels about not stopping for seven times in a night, supposedly the most intense situation.

So she said, "It’s about the same for us, maybe you’re just not as physically strong, unlike me, I exercise regularly, so it feels manageable."

Ren Hua knew that Qu Fulan had the habit of exercising, and immediately believed her, "Then I’ll start exercising from tomorrow too."

"Mm-hmm."