Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 281: First Kiss Lost

Qu Fulan was aware that Pei Yuan had maidservants, and he didn’t disperse them after marriage. Ren Hua didn’t mind either. How can one say it? It all boils down to cultural influences.

Since childhood, she was exposed to the idea of the Three Obediences and Four Virtues for women, and husbands having multiple wives and concubines. Some women may feel uncomfortable but won’t stop their husbands from taking concubines, nor do they have the right to stop them.

But Qu Fulan was different, if it were her, she couldn’t accept it.

Actually, before they got married, she had brought up this issue, and his viewpoint was the same as hers, which is why they got married.

After the two had dinner, they busied themselves separately again.

They were busy till evening when Qu Fulan returned home, Pei Ji’an hadn’t come back yet.

She had dinner, then spent some time talking to the elderly lady, returned to her room for a bath, and then started reviewing the account book until around 8:00 AM, when she heard noises outside.

"Young Madam, the Princely Heir is drunk."

Qu Fulan hurriedly put on her clothes and opened the door to find two guards supporting him.

"The Princely Heir did a good job on this assignment. While dining with colleagues, he had a few extra drinks." The guard handed him over to Qu Fulan and didn’t forget to explain.

How could Qu Fulan support him alone? She immediately called a maidservant to help her, but he saw her and just hugged her, "Lanlan, I’m back."

A sudden weight came upon her, Qu Fulan stumbled, almost falling. She instinctively held onto his waist, disregarding others’ opinions, and with this posture, struggled to help him into the room. He wouldn’t let the maidservant close, there was no other choice.

She asked someone to brew sobering soup while she struggled to help him into the room.

Finally, she got him to the couch, placed a pillow for him to lean on, and was about to turn around to get a change of clothes, but he pulled her wrist, making her fall into his arms, sitting on his lap.

She instinctively wanted to get up but was held fast. She had just bathed; during the tussle, her coat fell off, and she was wearing thin pajamas, sitting on his lap, feeling the texture of his clothes clearly.

"Princely Heir?" she called him in surprise.

Some people, even when drunk, retain certain memories, "What did you call me?"

Qu Fulan paused for a moment, helplessly said, "Si, you’re drunk, I’ll go call someone to prepare the sobering soup for you."

A hangover is unpleasant, certainly leading to headaches the next day.

He didn’t pay attention, instead buried his face in her neck, starting to smell her fragrance.

Qu Fulan didn’t mind the antics of a drunkard, only feeling his breath on her neck, making her feel slightly ticklish.

"Did you buy anything when you went out today?" he asked.

Someone always reported her whereabouts to him, she didn’t mind, "Just looked at some shops, didn’t buy anything."

"Why didn’t you buy anything, sincerely trying to save money for me?"

As he spoke, warm breath sprayed on her body, Qu Fulan couldn’t help but want to avoid him but was held tighter, unable to move.

Suddenly, a warmth at her neck made Qu Fulan freeze.

He was kissing her.

Qu Fulan felt heat rising, instinctively started struggling, but it was in vain.

He kissed lightly at first, then steadily spread from her neck upwards with fiery warmth.

Her mind became stiff and unresponsive, meanwhile, an odd feeling overwhelmed her, causing confusion and intoxication.

She didn’t even know when she ended up on the couch, breath mingling with the scent of alcohol.

With the heat rising, Qu Fulan felt herself melting, like turning into a puddle of water.

"Young Madam, the sobering soup is ready."

A maidservant spoke from outside.

Qu Fulan came back to her senses, started hitting and struggling, he remained unmoved, instead became more intense, seemingly on the verge of doing something wild, she had no choice but to bite him, trying to sober him up.

He winced, lifted his head and frowned at her, his eyes slightly blurry.

Qu Fulan hastily said, "The maidservant is at the door with the sobering soup for you."

Saying this and still seeing no reaction, she decisively pushed him and truly managed to push him away. She quickly got up to tidy her clothes and hair.

Meanwhile, she told the outside, "Come in."

The maid entered, placed the sobering soup down, sensing the odd atmosphere, the Young Madam stayed inside and didn’t come out, only told her to leave, so the maid backed out.

"Drink the soup." Her tone was calm, as if nothing had happened.

Yet the rosy cheeks and swollen lips undeniably indicated the preceding events.

No sound from behind, she turned to see him frowning and rubbing his temples.

Her eyes flickered, remembering his considerate care for her when she was ill at Pudu Temple, unable to hold back, she approached with the bowl.

"Princ... Si, drink the soup," she said.

He looked up at her and, rarely obedient, took the bowl and drank the soup in one gulp.

Then it was time for a bath, servants brought water in, entering the bathhouse from the left side of the outer room, set the water, and quietly left again.

Qu Fulan thought about leaving a few servants to attend him during bathing, otherwise what if the alcohol hadn’t worn off and something happened in the tub?

But he directly undressed and walked in, indifferent to the scattered clothes, Qu Fulan had to pick them up, the intention to call people inside got stuck in her throat.

With actions so swift, what need was there for servants to attend?

She was already uneasy, disregarded it, went back to lie down in her room like a turtle, but not long after lying down, she couldn’t help getting up to listen for noises, afraid something might happen. As she approached, she heard the sound of rising from inside, like a child evading capture after doing something naughty, quickly ran back to the bed, grabbed the blanket to cover herself completely.

After he came out, he didn’t say anything and went to sleep in the outer room.

That night, Qu Fulan had another dream, a dream about the modern era.

In the dream, she dated a very wealthy man, not understanding love due to being too young and naive, both of them couldn’t grasp the feelings, ending disastrously and breaking up.

Years later they met, rekindling old feelings, to be accurate, it was the man whose old feelings rekindled, in the dream she firmly refused to rekindle.

What was the ultimate conclusion, she didn’t dream it to the end.

Upon waking up in the morning, Qu Fulan remembered the plot from the dream clearly, everything seemed as if it had really happened. She thought that perhaps her recent life had been somewhat stimulating, which was why she kept having such crazy dreams.

First dreaming about the boss... then dreaming about dating a wealthy man, she couldn’t even see clearly what his face looked like.

But when in the modern day did she ever have a boyfriend?

Qu Fulan didn’t think much of it either, after getting up she assumed Pei Ji’an had gone to morning court as usual, but upon stepping out, she saw him practicing swords in the yard.

With the demeanor of a fresh breeze and bright moon, not a trace of yesterday’s drunkenness?

While eating, Qu Fulan discreetly glanced at him several times.

"Is there something on my face?" he asked her with a smile.

Qu Fulan hurriedly shook her head, saying no.

Seems like he blacked out again.

Just like during last winter’s hunt.

How to describe the feeling at this moment?

It’s like feeling cheated.

The first kiss was gone.

Wanting to settle accounts not knowing where to start.

Having anger but nowhere to release it.