Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 472 - 26: The Boss and the Secretary

If Qu Fulan knew that Yang Zhi was so certain and disdainful because she wasn’t a virgin, I wonder how she would feel.

She’d probably think it was ridiculous.

He’s dated before, yet he cares about whether another woman is a virgin.

Qu Fulan has never dated before, a true virgin.

Unfortunately, she’s not interested in explaining her private life to everyone, nor does anyone have the right to ask for an explanation.

Even after being with the boss for so long, they never talked about such topics.

First of all, the boss is not a shallow man like Yang Zhi. If he were, she’d have broken up with him long ago.

The boss got back a bit late that evening due to work. Qu Fulan was in the kitchen cooking. She isn’t completely inept in the kitchen; she’s just too lazy to cook. When necessary, she’ll look up short video tutorials on cooking, and as for the taste, she believes it’s alright.

When Pei Ji’an got home, he smelled the aroma, took off his jacket, hung it up, changed his shoes, and walked towards the kitchen. Seeing her busy in the kitchen, wearing an apron with her hair tied up but a few strands falling down, he noticed her unfamiliarity in cooking due to lack of practice. But he could see her effort and focus.

Upon hearing the sound, she knew he was back. She turned around and smiled at him, "It’ll be ready soon, today you can try my cooking."

Just after she said that, due to negligence, the hot oil splattered onto her arm, which was as white and tender as the stem of a green onion, causing her to frown in pain.

The boss quickly stepped over, turned off the stove, pulled her hand over to wash it under the tap. The cool water instantly relieved the burning sensation.

She jokily praised his quick response, but he remained serious, his gaze deepened, unbroken by her jest. Instead, he simply said, "If you can’t cook, don’t. Just have the butler deliver whatever you want to eat."

Qu Fulan disagreed, pouting. She knew he, being wealthy, had a staff to look after his meals and living arrangements, but it’s normal for a regular person like her to do things herself. It was overreacting to reprimand her over such a small issue.

Such a minor burn was nothing she cared about. She had once burned her foot and had a large wound, and she didn’t cry at all back then.

But she understood the boss’s personality—he’s someone who responds to kindness rather than hostility. When he’s in a bad mood, he criticizes everyone regardless of their age or gender. She didn’t want to confront him directly, so she softened her tone and said, "Got it, but sometimes cooking a little isn’t a big deal."

He just glanced at her and then turned to leave.

Qu Fulan knew he was getting medicine, so she followed him obediently.

The man, clad only in his shirt after shedding his outerwear, perfectly showcased his tall and well-built figure with the fitted shirt and tailored suit pants, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. His expansive shoulders exuded an exceptional sense of security. When Qu Fulan kissed him, she would wrap her arms around his neck, feeling his muscular arms and chest, which was enough to make anyone blush just by looking, let alone embracing.

Actually, at times, not only do men like looking at beautiful women, but women also like looking at handsome men.

Qu Fulan, watching the man with his back to her, felt that not hugging such a figure would be a waste. These thoughts led her to walk over and hug him from behind, her hands encircling his waist. The man paused slightly but said nothing. After a while, he coughed lightly, pulled her hands away, turned around, and his facial lines softened compared to the earlier sternness as he lowered his eyes to apply ointment to her.

To say the least, her skin was so delicate that even such a slight burn, despite being flushed with cold water instantly, remained red. He became even more careful with applying the ointment.

To be honest, when young couples live together, it is quite impossible to remain completely innocent.

After dinner and a bath, they cuddled together watching TV, and then some things naturally unfolded.

Qu Fulan, pressed against the sofa and kissed until she couldn’t breathe, thought the man was particularly unsparing at times like these, unlike the serious demeanor he bore outside during the day.

And Qu Fulan was the type that wanted to tease if there was no response, but wanted to withdraw when it got real.

The man’s domineering aura infiltrated her senses, making her a bit flustered. It wasn’t that she was rejecting it; it was just because she had never experienced this before, which made her nervous.

Yet in the end, the boss never went through with it, stopping abruptly as per usual.

Qu Fulan blushed as she buttoned up her shirt, though her chest still ached slightly...

Actually, the stage they’ve reached isn’t strictly about adhering to certain steps. There are some things that are perfectly natural, but the boss was rather mindful of them. At crucial moments, he’d always say it wasn’t the right time, at least not yet.

He implied that the right time would be after marriage, which made him even more conservative than her.

It’s unbelievable for a wealthy young man to hold such thoughts.

But she didn’t know that in such matters, a man’s impulse is often stronger than a woman’s, so their restraint is even more taxing, to the point where the man had to take a cold shower before he could fall asleep.

Some things, it seems, needed to be scheduled already.

...

Days later, Qu Fulan stood before the mirror considering what to wear for the upcoming class reunion.

Something too flashy wouldn’t do, nor would something too plain. Picking an outfit that’s just right in all aspects proved challenging, as she spent half the day trying on outfits and remained undecided.

Early March still calls for a light jacket. Assuming you can be careless with the inner layers just because you have a jacket on is a mistake. If by any chance one has to remove the jacket, poorly coordinated undergarments would be quite embarrassing.

The boss stepped out of their room fully dressed. Passing by Qu Fulan’s room, he saw her trying on a dress in front of the mirror, assuming she was going out with her friends. He didn’t say anything.

Hearing the sound, Qu Fulan turned and saw the boss. She specifically asked for his opinion, "How about this outfit with this one?"

To this day, Qu Fulan hadn’t mentioned to the boss about her going to the class reunion.

It wasn’t that she was intentionally hiding it, but he was often busy; sometimes, just as she was about to mention it, his phone would ring. Even if his phone wasn’t, there’d be other interruptions. It wasn’t an important event anyway; she figured she’d just come home early, so whether she told him or not didn’t matter much.

It was just that she happened to run into him now, so there was no reason to hide it, "I..."

Just as she started speaking, his phone rang. She knew since last night that he had an important meeting today, and since she had to learn about those complicated formalities, she temporarily didn’t have to deal with company matters. That’s the perk of being the boss’s girlfriend.

Sure enough, after a few words on the phone, he was about to leave and asked if she needed a ride. Knowing they were heading in different directions, Qu Fulan declined.

As she had to celebrate the homeroom teacher’s birthday, buying a gift was indispensable, which would take considerable time.

Zhou Yao and Wu Hao two scheduled with her to buy the gift together. As soon as Qu Fulan finished saying that, she received a call and left right away.

And just as she stepped out, her friend arrived soon after. Yesterday, Qu Fulan intended to have her friend accompany her to buy the gift, but her friend declined due to being busy and only found out this morning that the matter was postponed, so she came looking for Qu Fulan. Upon arrival and receiving no response to her calls, she decided to knock on the door directly.

And it was Boss Pei who opened the door.

Her friend naturally got intimidated by people in leadership positions, and seeing Boss Pei’s unreadable face, she instinctively tensed up, "Mr. Pei, I’m here to see Fulan, is she home?"

The boss subtly furrowed his brows.

She wasn’t with her friend, then where did she go?