Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 458 - 12: The Boss and the Secretary
It’s not that Qu Fulan didn’t want to call out, she just couldn’t bring herself to say it.
Their relationship hadn’t reached that level; she was still used to calling him boss.
But the boss seemed accustomed to others obeying him, and she had no choice but to call him.
"A... Si." Qu Fulan managed to say it.
As expected, the boss showed a satisfied expression.
Qu Fulan, however, felt powerless and screamed internally, "So overbearing!"
If she could, she’d wish to revert to their previous relationship as simple boss and subordinate, without involving talks of boyfriend and girlfriend. As a boss, his overbearing nature was something she could submit to, but as a boyfriend, to also have to submit was truly not a pleasant thought.
The next day, Qu Fulan nearly overslept again. She hurriedly brushed her teeth and saw her phone ringing. She had no desire to answer it, but didn’t dare ignore it. After resisting for two seconds, she picked up the call.
"I’m downstairs at your place."
Qu Fulan had guessed, but felt no excitement, even a bit numb.
If she could, she’d prefer the boss not come to pick her up; she wasn’t interested.
So what if he’s good-looking? So what if he’s rich? With a domineering and strong personality, not understanding a woman’s heart, unable to take a joke—a typical straight man of steel.
Qu Fulan felt that if she went through the ups and downs of a relationship, when she got married she might want to find a man with money and looks, as long as he’s rich, it wouldn’t matter if he’s a straight man or not.
But she hadn’t even had a relationship yet. What girl doesn’t want a passionate romance?
Dating a straight man of steel is doomed to be unromantic.
Break up, break up today!
The idea was ambitious, the action tiny.
Once Qu Fulan got in the car, she was still as obedient as a little white rabbit.
The plight of a working person cannot be escaped, still having to earn a living under the boss’s hand.
This time, Qu Fulan didn’t even ask why the boss came to pick her up; after all, what he wanted to do wasn’t up to her, so she might as well let it be.
"Did you have breakfast?" he asked.
"No, I’ll just buy a bun later or something." Being able to sleep a little longer in the morning was precious. She often went to work just in time. Sometimes she’d eat something on the car to fill her stomach, and sometimes it didn’t even matter if she ate or not.
As it turned out, the boss directly took her to have breakfast.
Qu Fulan felt a little anxious, "But work is about to start, we’ll be late."
She needed to clock in, and being late meant a salary deduction— a company principle. Of course, sometimes when she was on a business trip it wasn’t necessary, but she still needed to call the company, and today it wasn’t unnecessary. With her speed, she could clock in on time.
The boss seemed to understand her concerns, took out his phone, "Clock in for Secretary Qu, don’t let her be late."
After saying that, he hung up. Qu Fulan was a little taken aback; she didn’t need to ask to know he was calling Assistant Cai.
But is it really okay for him to be so blatant?
The boss took her for breakfast, and the place was exquisite, with all sorts of elegant ambiance, comparable to going out on a dinner date.
Qu Fulan marveled at how the lives of the rich are indeed particular.
Everyone wants a refined life, but not everyone has that fate. She needed to make money to support the family, where was there so much time to enjoy three meals a day? Being able to enjoy one dinner was already a blessing.
During breakfast, somehow they ended up talking about her initial job application.
Qu Fulan rarely voiced her years-old doubt.
"There were quite a few applicants back then; why did the boss choose me as the secretary?"
Initially, there were many applicants. Later, ten were selected, then narrowed down by the boss to two. The other one made a mistake and left, while Qu Fulan stayed on until today.
But she never understood, many were more capable than her. At that time, she had just entered the workforce and was an inexperienced newcomer. Logically, the Pei Family wouldn’t want her, but the boss chose her.
The boss looked at her and said without hesitation, "Because you had a strong determination and unwillingness to concede. I seemed to see a younger version of myself in you."
Qu Fulan understood then. The Pei Family had been wealthy for generations, with such a large family business that the competition for successors was immense. The boss stood out at a young age, and the hardships involved need not be detailed.
After breakfast, they returned to the company for an impromptu meeting and then accompanied the boss to an event, followed by attending a banquet, which was practically her daily itinerary.
Amidst her busyness, the weekend arrived.
This week, there was nothing requiring overtime; Qu Fulan thought she’d have a weekend entirely to herself.
But was woken up early by the doorbell ringing.
She was in a bit of a bad temper waking up, and naturally, her mood couldn’t be great, especially when she couldn’t sleep in on a weekend. With a bedhead, she went to look through the peephole and saw a kindly old man with a few young men in waiter uniforms standing behind him.
Seemingly knowing she was looking through the peephole, the old man smiled kindly at her.
Qu Fulan asked who they were, and they said President Pei sent them.
The boss?
Just as she thought that, her phone rang, and she returned to get it, seeing the caller display—it was the boss again?
She happened to have a question to ask.
"Has your breakfast arrived?"
"What does this mean?"
"I noticed your irregular eating habits, and it’s not good for your health. From now on, they’ll handle your three meals a day."
Qu Fulan: "..."
In the end, Qu Fulan opened the door to let them in. The old man introduced himself as the boss’s butler, who used to handle the boss’s meals and would now deliver meals to her.
After sending off the enthusiastic butler, Qu Fulan looked at the nutritious breakfast spread out on the dining table, feeling indescribable emotions.
Young people often eat at irregular times not because they don’t want to, but because time constraints don’t allow it. They work hard during the weekdays, and during the weekends just want to sleep. Where is the time to cook? Let alone during working hours. Sometimes, just to get more sleep, grabbing something to fill the stomach would suffice.
Yet, the boss noticed even such a phenomenon.
His life was one of order, accustomed to working out at five or six in the morning, then eating breakfast—a strict routine.
Qu Fulan sighed silently, finished her breakfast with a feeling of gratitude and complex emotions.
Just as she finished eating, the boss called again, no, it was a video call this time.
Qu Fulan felt the impulse to hang up immediately; without being extremely familiar, she didn’t want to do video calls, no, no, no.
In the end, she resignedly answered. In the video, the boss was already working, setting down his coffee to ask how she planned to spend the weekend.
How to spend it? In the past, Qu Fulan would sleep or laze around, even go all day without eating. Later, when her mother got sick, she would idly spend the day until the afternoon, then start buying groceries, cooking, and delivering them to her mother. The hospital meals were never as tasty as home-cooked ones.
But with the boss asking today, it seemed he wanted to be involved in her weekend.
Qu Fulan instinctively resisted; could she even relax around him?
"I’m going to the hospital with my mother."
There was a momentary silence on the other end, "I understand."
Then the video call ended.
Qu Fulan felt a twinge of unease. Wouldn’t he follow her to the hospital? She wasn’t ready to introduce him to her parents...
As it turned out, Qu Fulan worried too much. Though the boss was domineering, he wouldn’t go to the hospital to meet her parents without her consent.
But by the time Qu Fulan arrived at the hospital, she wished she could take back what she said.
