Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 442: Harmony

Before Qu Fulan could think of a topic, Pei Ji’an received a call.

Qu Fulan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that this call would last a bit longer...

Just as she thought so, he hung up.

"..."

What to say now?

Before the nervous and cold-sweating Qu Fulan could think of something, Pei Ji’an received another call.

After all, being so busy, it’s normal for him to get constant calls.

Qu Fulan exhaled again, even relaxing her grip on the seatbelt. Please just keep making calls like this...

But after exchanging only a few words, he hung up again.

Qu Fulan wracked her brain for a topic, but then he dialed a number...

After a few rounds of this, Qu Fulan felt her nerves were exhausted.

From now on, even if she’s dead, she won’t ride in her leader’s car! Being alone with a stranger is too embarrassing. She would rather walk back to school and find any excuse to refuse a ride, waaah.

After Pei Ji’an received and made several calls, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that she was sitting uneasily, as if there were nails on her seat.

What a nervous girl.

"How did you get into design originally?" Pei Ji’an asked.

Qu Fulan didn’t expect him to suddenly open his mouth and ask her, and she paused before saying, "I... I’ve liked drawing since I was a child, drawing pretty clothes, which made me interested in design."

"What are your plans after graduation?"

"...I’ll try to apply to several companies for a design position."

After all, without fame or connections, how could she start her own studio? She can only work for others first and save enough capital before considering it.

"Do you take freelance work in your spare time?"

Freelance work means personal orders, like tutoring people, even though you haven’t officially graduated, you can still tutor people for some extra income.

Of course, Qu Fulan thought about it, but due to her personality, no freelance work came her way.

So she honestly and awkwardly answered that she hadn’t taken any freelance work.

Pei Ji’an raised an eyebrow, surprised yet finding it fitting for her situation.

"I think your designs are good. Coincidentally, some of my clients need custom-made items. Are you willing to take on the job?"

Qu Fulan was flattered. Although she was excited, she wasn’t irrational, "Of course, I’d be willing, but wouldn’t President Pei’s clients prefer an inexperienced designer like me?"

Pei Ji’an chuckled, "So lacking in confidence?"

Qu Fulan replied seriously, "This has nothing to do with confidence. It’s just the reality of the situation. Even if I were looking for someone to design clothes for me, I’d also look for experienced designers. It’s safer that way."

Pei Ji’an was amused by her serious tone but held back his laughter, "I see."

"If I need your help with something, would you be willing to help?" He continued.

Qu Fulan thought she misheard him. President Pei, a man who usually has people clamoring to help him with big tasks, how could he need her help?

"Not willing?" he asked again.

Qu Fulan immediately replied, "Of course I’m willing, but I don’t know what President Pei wants me to help with?"

She was only good at design; she didn’t understand other things. If he asked for something too difficult, how could she refuse, and would refusing offend him?

Before he even said anything, Qu Fulan was already worried.

Pei Ji’an said, "A relative of mine has a birthday next month, and I want to gift her a dress. I’ll give you her height, weight, and preferences later. You can try designing something for her."

Realizing it was related to design, Qu Fulan’s serious expression instantly relaxed, "That’s no problem. But what if the clothes I design aren’t to her liking?"

After all, it’s a birthday gift, and it’s not good if it’s not to her satisfaction.

"I’m not asking only you to design, but other designers as well. I’ll let her choose her favorite then."

"No problem with that."

...

As they drove along, the two of them talked about design-related topics, one sentence after another, and the atmosphere in the car was no longer awkward as before, becoming more and more congenial.

When Qu Fulan talked about her field of expertise, she unconsciously got engrossed, completely forgetting her initial nervousness.

By the end of it, she was completely relaxed, chatting and laughing as they went.

This was something she hadn’t experienced except with close friends. After all, she was slow to warm up, and no one had the patience to slowly cultivate a common topic with her.

President Pei was different. She found President Pei to be truly amazing; he knew everything about design. Although he wasn’t a designer, he could always pinpoint critical issues, which benefited her greatly.

What she didn’t know was that the reason the conversation went so smoothly was that Pei Ji’an was accommodating her.

At the same time, he also thoroughly enjoyed the chat with her.

It was utterly relaxing.

How to say it, given Pei Ji’an’s position, he couldn’t possibly be simple, nor could the people around him be simple. The daily social interactions were almost always fraught with scheming. After a day of socializing, he was exhausted.

Now encountering a straightforward person, chatting without any psychological defenses, speaking freely, was light and natural.

It was thoroughly enjoyable.

How long had it been since he’d felt this way? He really wanted it to continue forever.

They finally reached near the school. Pei Ji’an was to visit someone, but he couldn’t quite remember the way. Upon hearing who he was visiting, Qu Fulan realized she knew the way—it was her former mentor. Eagerly, she offered to lead him there.

When they arrived, the person wasn’t home. Pei Ji’an looked regretful, saying he’d have to come back next time and deliver the documents then.

Seeing the regret on the face of a person she had enjoyed chatting with all the way, Qu Fulan quickly blurted out, "If President Pei trusts me, how about I deliver the documents for you? Don’t worry, I promise I won’t peek and will ensure they get to my mentor!"

Pei Ji’an chuckled, "Do I look so old to you that you have to use ’您’ to address me?"

Qu Fulan immediately waved her hand in embarrassment, "No, no, it’s just a sign of respect. If President Pei doesn’t like it, I won’t use it next time. President Pei is young and accomplished, certainly not deserving of such a formal term."

As soon as she said it, she regretted it a little. What’s with "next time"? Did she really think there would be a next time?

He’s a busy man, and today was just a coincidence; there wouldn’t be a next time.

Thinking like this, she inevitably felt a bit lost. It was rare to meet someone with whom she hit it off so well.

Pei Ji’an smiled again, "Okay, I get what you mean. Since you’re willing to help, you’re saving me another trip. I should be grateful, so why wouldn’t I trust you?"

Being trusted is always a pleasant feeling. Qu Fulan quickly replied, "Rest assured, President Pei. I won’t betray your trust!"

Pei Ji’an handed the documents to her and added, "I can’t let you help for nothing. Next time we have a chance, I’ll treat you to dinner."

Qu Fulan thought he was being polite, "No need for formalities. President Pei gave me a ride back to school, so delivering your documents evens things out."

Haha, even.