Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 464 - 18: The Boss and the Secretary

What hasn’t Mrs. Qu seen in her lifetime?

She naturally discerned the crux of the issue at a glance.

Qu Fulan was rendered speechless.

Seeing this, Mrs. Qu sighed again, "Mom isn’t a clueless person. Young people value freedom in love. Now, I just hope you won’t get too deeply involved, lest in the end you’re the one who gets hurt."

After all, she is her own flesh and blood; Mrs. Qu naturally saw her daughter’s feelings for that boss.

Even if one doesn’t like him, being pursued by such a man, most women are inclined towards admiration. No woman would refuse, vanity is normal for everyone.

Anyway, Mrs. Qu’s view is you can date, but don’t let yourself get hurt.

"Even if you break up in the end, don’t make it too embarrassing."

As she left the hospital, Qu Fulan felt a bit ashamed that she’s so grown up yet still causing her mom to worry.

But anyway, now that the issue is out in the open with her mom, she doesn’t have to sneak around anymore in the future.

Even her mom doesn’t see this relationship positively, so she can just relax and go with the flow.

She remains serious and diligent at work, but when it comes to feelings, she gradually relaxed, trying not to see him as just her boss.

Speaking of which, the boss is more adaptable than her. He can do many things without any mental burden or preparation.

Such as holding her hand while walking, like saying goodnight and giving a kiss on the cheek...

There was a day when the boss mentioned how many days they’d been together, how long to hold hands, how long to kiss, according to certain principles, they’d reached the point where they could kiss.

Qu Fulan then realized that he was following some sort of procedural steps in dating, like a military operation, where every step was planned.

Although this left her speechless, she had to admit it suited his style well, and since Qu Fulan didn’t have any plans, she just followed his lead.

Even though he seemed like a wooden man strictly following steps without emotions, the care and consideration he showed her in daily life were genuine.

For instance, he would cook for her, though he would insist she eat things she didn’t like.

If she felt unwell, he would put work aside to stay with her, asking the nurse to be gentle when giving injections.

He might appear cold, but he was quite attentive, although he himself didn’t make a big deal of it.

To him, a boyfriend should do certain things for his girlfriend, and that was nothing worth mentioning.

Qu Fulan began to be moved.

She could distinctly separate the boss at work from the boss at home. At work, he was the boss, no question; in private, he was a boyfriend without many concerns.

In dating, the key is to enjoy it, worrying too much doesn’t work.

Living with the boss for a while, she found that despite his cold personality, he was easy to get along with.

Plus, he valued keeping promises, never backing out once he agreed to something, like the separate room arrangement when cohabiting, which he adhered to well.

To Qu Fulan, it was like having an additional person in her space, occasionally inconvenient like not being able to dress as casually after a shower, but nothing too bothersome.

She even felt safer; single women living alone often attract trouble, she’d been stalked by creepy men before, but with a male presence in the house, those problems disappeared.

The boss privately enjoyed life too.

He liked sitting on the carpet on the balcony listening to music and reading his favorite magazines, cooking in the kitchen in casual wear, and fishing.

Qu Fulan went fishing with him once, and swore she wouldn’t go again—too boring.

Unfortunately, her protests were futile; if he wanted to fish, she’d have to go along, even if just to do something else on the side.

In moments like these, Qu Fulan realized he was still the domineering boss who never took no for an answer.

Initially, she dared not say much, but after dating for a while, even knowing protests were futile, she’d say a few things to ease her mind.

"Isn’t this an old people’s pastime? They fish to pass the time after retirement; you’re so young but fishing too?!"

The boss sat upright, unmoved, undistracted by her comment.

Qu Fulan lay in the lazy chair nearby scrolling through her iPad, continuing, "Honestly, sometimes you feel like you’re one of my elders, even though you’re only four years older..."

The boss remained unperturbed, eventually leading Qu Fulan to boredom, prompting her to produce some noise to disturb his fishing.

She didn’t do much else; she sang along with the music on her iPad. Though Qu Fulan wasn’t tone-deaf, deliberately singing poorly could be quite lethal.

Finally, disturbed, the boss put down his fishing rod and stood up; Qu Fulan was delighted, thinking it worked, only to see an overhead shadow as he leaned down...

After that, fishing was much more peaceful. Qu Fulan, with a flushed face, quietly tapped her iPad without another peep, mentally cursing him as sly and wicked.

He had warned if she said another word, he’d kiss her.

Fortunately, the boss wasn’t crazy about fishing all day; two hours later he packed up and took her away.

Since she found fishing boring in the afternoon, he took her to a party in the evening.

This upper-class circle’s party isn’t just for anyone to attend; many people rack their brains for an invitation, and it’s said many celebrities strive to enter such circles to expand various resources.

Qu Fulan wasn’t unaware of these unwritten rules–she didn’t learn them after being with the boss. She’d heard it before with her best friend.

Back then, her best friend badgered her relative to get a single invitation.

Now, her friend had a new channel, she could get invitations from Qu Fulan, as long as she asked the boss. She could have as many as she wanted; that’s the advantage of power.

Speaking of her friend’s reaction when first learning Qu Fulan was dating the boss, it was truly jaw-dropping.

Her friend suddenly visited one day, and it was the boss who opened the door. Her friend initially thought she was at the wrong place, apologizing profusely, then after confirming, came back and saw her and the boss together...

That day, while visiting, her friend was polite and unusually sensible. Only after leaving, when Qu Fulan escorted her downstairs, did she start her tirade.

She scolded that Qu Fulan didn’t even tell her about cohabiting, said they couldn’t be friends anymore, a barrage of words until Qu Fulan calmed her down.

After calming down, her friend gave Qu Fulan a meaningful look, saying, "I didn’t see you had such prospects, keep it up, I’ll rely on you in the future!"

Anyway, after Qu Fulan and the boss entered the party, it was swarming with all sorts of figures.

As soon as they entered, someone greeted them from afar.

"This is the chairman of Yunhui Group," Pei Ji’an whispered in her ear.

Meanwhile, the crowd automatically parted, making room for them.

Qu Fulan held his arm walking forward, feeling like she was on a red carpet.

In that instant, she suddenly understood the mentality of those men and women who desperately wanted to break into this circle. In places that satisfy every vanity, who wouldn’t love it?