Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 468 - 22: The Boss and the Secretary

Qu Fulan noticed the surprised glance from the boss but didn’t care.

He grew up with a privileged background, everything was planned out for him, how could he understand the happiness of the common folk?

Children in the countryside don’t have as many entertainment options as those in the city. Playing with mud and catching loaches are basic forms of entertainment. Climbing hills and wading in water are no big deal. To others, these might seem incredible forms of fun, but to her, they were the irreplaceable joys of childhood.

Revisiting these old pleasures now is endlessly enjoyable.

"Look, doesn’t this look like you?" Qu Fulan didn’t know when she had finished making two little mud figures, one male and one female, pointing at the male figure she said to him.

The boss glanced briefly and then continued with his work.

Qu Fulan felt he was really dull; it’s the weekend, yet he chooses not to enjoy life, working persistently, how boring.

Suddenly a line flashed through her mind from a video she watched: Sleeping in is the greatest respect for weekends, if you get up early, it’s like you’re being rude.

This line could also be put differently: Entertainment is the greatest respect for weekends; if you don’t entertain yourself, it’s like you’re being rude.

Qu Fulan didn’t expect a response from the aloof boss, just continued shaping her little mud figures, and soon a shadow blocked her light.

Looking up, she saw the boss squatting in front of the mud just like her.

"Wanna join?" Qu Fulan asked with a smile.

Actually, she knew the boss was someone who loved cleanliness and hygiene, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he had OCD. The cups he used every day needed to be washed several times and then placed in a disinfectant cabinet for sterilization. After touching public door handles, he would disinfect his hands repeatedly and even asked his assistant to disinfect the door handles.

Back when she was his secretary, she often had extra work because of his obsession with cleanliness.

Although being hygienic is a good thing, it should be moderate; going overboard is never good, otherwise, the air wouldn’t be clean, should we purify the air before breathing?

So, Qu Fulan found washing hands before and after meals sufficient, more than that would be tiring. Watching the boss do so much made her feel tired for him, so seeing him squat in front of her now, she casually asked.

But what he did next made her eyes widen.

The man lowered his gaze, his slender fingers taking the little mud figure from her hand.

The boss is playing with mud!

Qu Fulan’s shock was without disguise.

"Your crafting skills are terrible, it doesn’t look like me at all." This was the boss’s comment before he started reshaping the figures himself.

One must admit, children raised by wealthy families have numerous skills. In just a few moves, he molded the figures to look similar, the male resembling him and the female resembling her.

Qu Fulan stared for a long time before suddenly experiencing a shared enjoyment of success, coupled with a subtle joy, "You... don’t mind getting dirty?"

She had planned to play alone, with him doing his work, didn’t expect him to squat down and join her.

The boss glanced at her, "I also played with mud when I was little."

Qu Fulan was stunned, gaining knowledge with an incredible look on her face.

The boss lowered his gaze, his slender fingers doodling on the mud while the light in his eyes reminisced about the past.

At that time, he wasn’t physically well.

In affluent families, there’s much resentment; over the heir position, some would resort to any means necessary.

His mother was poisoned while seven months pregnant, not fatal but greatly affected her health, even more so for the unborn child. He was born with fetal poison, requiring treatment for a long time.

In his memory, before he was seven, he either spent time in the hospital or in bed, basically missing the chance to go outside.

Others had various exciting childhoods; he only had medication and injections.

Sometimes, through the hospital window, he envied watching other children play carefree outside.

Due to his health never improving, doctors later suggested recuperating in the countryside, where the air was better for him.

His grandfather owned a countryside farm, where he went to recuperate.

It was a summer day; he sat at the riverbank fishing, the only entertainment he didn’t have to move or run.

Then someone was playing outside the farm’s iron fence, scaring the fishes away, so he got up to see.

He saw a little girl playing with mud, she looked at him without fear, instead digging up a handful of mud in her hands, handing it to him with bright eyes, asking, "Wanna join?"

Thus, one inside the wall and one outside, across the iron fence, playing with mud in exchange.

It was his first time playing and also the first time he found playing with mud fun.

Unfortunately, later on, his grandfather found out, mud is dirty, right? To prevent him from further playing, he replaced the fence with thick walls, isolating him completely.

Thinking he’d stop without a playmate.

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Qu Fulan watched the boss seriously sculpting mud, felt like in his hands the mud became luxury goods.

After he finished crafting the two figures, he quickly sculpted an animal.

"Is this a turtle?" Qu Fulan picked it up with great interest.

"Hmm." The boss nodded.

Qu Fulan thought he was incredible, "What else can you sculpt?"

Soon, he sculpted a rabbit, tiger, and more.

Qu Fulan followed along, but her attempts were dismal.

After all, in her childhood she didn’t only play with mud but also caught loaches, so lacking in craftsmanship was understandable.

She just didn’t expect the boss to be so adept at playing with mud.

"Did you play often as a child?" Only practice could develop skill, but given his conditions, shouldn’t be so.

The boss nodded again, quietly continuing to sculpt, and Qu Fulan didn’t interrupt him.

Interestingly, she was the one who initiated playing with mud, but now he was addicted.

"Does it look good?" He sculpted another, pulling at the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint smile.

Qu Fulan felt this smile was full of sunshine, she nodded along, "It looks good."

Qu Fulan believed this was their most heartwarming interaction.

Playing with mud together.

She lowered her head and continued shaping the mud in her hands.

"Fulan," the boss called her.

"Hmm?" She looked up, only to see his handsome face enlarging before her, lips suddenly soft.

Beside the gurgling stream, under the warm sunlight, a romantic and poetic embrace between lovers.

In the end, both of their clothes were smeared with mud.

The farm naturally had clothes for the boss but hadn’t prepared for her; he had already called to have clothes delivered, ensuring she’d have something to wear after a bath.

But Qu Fulan didn’t wait for the clothes to arrive; she wrapped herself in a towel and went to his wardrobe to find clothes.

The boss was tall by nature, his clothes and pants obviously large in size, under normal circumstances Qu Fulan’s slender limbs shouldn’t fit.

However, when a woman wears baggy clothes, it often carries a unique charm, especially for a woman with good proportions. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Qu Fulan tied a nice knot with the shirt hem at her waist, rolled up the pant legs, fastened the belt, made final adjustments, creating a fashionable outfit.

At least while seated drinking tea, when the boss entered to deliver clothes, he paused upon seeing her attire.

His clothes worn by a woman for the first time.

Inexplicably enticing.