Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 465 - 19: The Boss and the Secretary

Qu Fulan went to the restroom halfway through. It’s said that restrooms are classic places for gossip and indeed, she hadn’t been in there for long when she heard a few new women outside gossiping while washing their hands.

"Do you think Young Master Pei is serious with that woman from outside the circle, or is it just a fling?"

"I heard he’s taken her to quite a few parties, so it must be real."

"Not necessarily, I heard she’s his secretary. It’s nothing unusual for a boss to take his secretary to various functions."

"No wonder, so it’s the advantage of proximity. A handsome man and a beautiful woman spending time together daily, developing feelings is normal, but the Pei Family isn’t that easy to get into."

"There’s talk about an alliance between the Zhang and Pei families. That Zhang Rongnuan is quite overbearing. Would she tolerate her fiancé acting like this?"

"They haven’t even allied yet, calling him a fiancé is too soon. Even if they did, can she really control Young Master Pei? Not to mention, she herself changes men faster than her clothes. What qualification does she have to control others?"

"That’s true. How many in our circle play on their own even after getting married?"

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Qu Fulan returned to the party and immediately spotted Pei Ji’an standing a short distance from the exit. Tall and slender, he was chatting with a few people, standing out amidst a group of portly men.

The boss had a formal smile on his face and looked over as he sensed her gaze.

Qu Fulan walked over and linked her arm through his, once again attracting everyone’s attention.

Many noblewomen from wealthy families came over to chat with her, and a few warmly invited her to their homes. Qu Fulan knew it was all because of the boss’s influence.

Regarding her relationship with the boss, many found it unbelievable. Even Pei Ji’an’s close brothers found it hard to believe.

Especially Young Master Zhou and Young Master Yang, who regretted it one more than the other.

"How could you end up with him? Such a cold person, isn’t it boring? You should date me, see how I can make a girl happy," Young Master Zhou said.

Young Master Yang chimed in similarly, "Can I be first in line? If you ever tire of him, come find me."

Though their words were joking, some words were half-serious, and Qu Fulan wasn’t angry.

What can you expect from these playboys? Smooth-talking is their nature. Qu Fulan knew they were interested in her. It’s normal for men to be interested in beautiful women, but being interested is one thing, and whether they can actually win her over is another.

Comparatively, she’d rather be with someone cold like the boss than with playboys.

After all, the arrangement of living together but in separate rooms might be something only the boss would adhere to. With any other guy, they’d probably break the rule on the first night.

It was like her friend’s first experience with her boyfriend: they went on a trip, booked one room, and agreed to take it slow. The boyfriend swore up and down, but they broke the rule the first night.

This shows how unreliable men’s promises are. On the other hand, the boss is an exception. The fact that he adheres to her rules shows his strong self-control.

The boss attends these parties for business; otherwise, given his personality, he wouldn’t be here at all.

These events are indeed lively. Attending a few can feel refreshing, but too many become dull.

In this regard, one cannot help but praise the boss. He always manages to leave when she starts feeling bored, no matter how many people want to network or discuss business with him at the party.

They left the party at eight, but according to the boss’s rules, they had to be in bed by ten to ensure an early rise the next day.

To prevent her from delaying sleep by playing on her phone, he’d cut off the internet at exactly ten.

How he managed that was unknown, but for someone with power, it’s not difficult to arrange anything.

Initially, Qu Fulan would use her mobile data to stay online. After all, being a secretary often required her to work outside, making a data plan essential. Later, when he discovered it, not only was her phone confiscated, but she also received a severe scolding.

Qu Fulan felt frustrated. Wasn’t she an adult? Yet she was being controlled like this?

There were times she got angry and resisted, but unfortunately, with someone like the boss, no matter how much she acted out, he remained indifferent, which was truly maddening.

It’s like wanting to argue with someone, yet the other party remains unresponsive, as if punching cotton; there’s no benefit, just self-exasperation.

But it must be said that after a period of regular early rising, exercising, and eating breakfast, her physique significantly improved, and her skin tone and vitality were much better than before. Even her mother noticed, saying that love makes one prettier, leaving Qu Fulan speechless.

While such a regular lifestyle was undoubtedly good for her health, it robbed her of the joy of weekends and holidays. What’s the point if you can’t sleep in on weekends and holidays?

Unfortunately, with the boss around, she could forget about sleeping in.

Qu Fulan did get angry. She had quite the morning temper. Initially, she was wary of his authoritative presence and dared not rebel, but after growing familiar, she tried to act out, but no matter how she behaved, it was useless.

He was like a wooden block, unmoved.

The next day, the boss got Qu Fulan up early again for exercise, and by the time they left, it was only seven in the morning.

Qu Fulan gazed at the largely empty streets and felt a sense of powerlessness and lament. If she could, she would sleep till noon.

Sleeping in was such an enjoyable thing; he just didn’t understand...

Besides that, he didn’t appreciate many delicious foods either.

Things like snail noodles, burgers, fried chicken, and cola... she’d never seen him eat them. Not only didn’t he eat them himself, but he also wouldn’t let her.

Qu Fulan felt utterly exasperated, often thinking that she wasn’t dating a boyfriend, but rather a guardian.

After work that day, the boss had to return to the Pei Mansion for some reason, and Qu Fulan finally had some free time, immediately calling her best friend for a shopping spree to release her pent-up cravings.

Everything from stinky tofu, fried chicken with cola, to barbecued food was indulged in, and in the end, she even bought a lot of snacks at the supermarket to stash away secretly in her room, before showering and brushing her teeth to eliminate any scents.

However, the boss had a keen nose. Upon returning, just by passing by her, he caught a whiff of barbecue and frowned, "Did you eat barbecued food?"

Naturally, Qu Fulan didn’t tell the truth, claiming she didn’t eat; she merely passed by a barbecue stall while shopping.

The boss didn’t press further, so she thought she’d fooled him, only to find her snacks missing the next day.

"Where are my things?"

She approached him, her tone displeased.

The boss was working on the balcony. Without raising his head, he replied, "I threw them away."

Qu Fulan almost exploded with anger. If she could take him on, she would have pounced to scratch his face. "What gives you the right to throw away my snacks? I spent money on those, and aren’t you the one advocating frugality? How could you throw away my stuff?"

The boss finally stopped typing on the notebook and looked up at her, saying calmly, "I’ve told you before that eating too many snacks is bad for your health."

"Whether it’s good or bad is my business, what’s it got to do with you?" Qu Fulan was so angry that she was almost speaking incoherently.

"I’m your boyfriend, so of course, it matters," the boss replied with the same calm demeanor.

His light and breezy manner made it seem like she was the one making a fuss over nothing, and Qu Fulan didn’t want to turn into a shrew. So she went back to her room, lay on the bed, and cried in distress.

The boss knocked on the door, but she’d locked it and pretended not to hear. He persistently kept knocking and eventually even brought in a locksmith to open the door.

Qu Fulan still ignored him.

The boss sighed rarely, saying he hadn’t thrown the snacks away but instead hid them elsewhere. She could eat them in the future but under his supervision, and not too much in one day.