Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 491 - 45: The Boss and the Secretary

"Weren’t those days of having breakfast with me an experience of life? Why are you still tagging along, President Pei? Aren’t you afraid of getting a stomach ache?" Qu Fulan teased him.

She had been busy with work lately, sometimes coming home late at night, and waking up late in the morning. His regular schedule didn’t always allow him to pick her up on time. Besides, he had his own work. So, it was the fourth day since he last delivered food, and they met again when she was about to have breakfast.

Pei Jian stopped the car and didn’t take her teasing to heart, "Occasional indulgence is never an issue, just like how your life has been hectic and irregular lately, but that’s only temporary. This is not the life you want."

Certainly not. Who wants to live an irregular life? Who wouldn’t want to make big money while lying flat? But that requires waiting for her career to be on track before she can relax.

Since he wanted to tag along, she let him. Qu Fulan ate her wontons, her mind blank; she felt listless when she slept too late.

This wonton shop was an old store, with a narrow facade but a long interior, including a small courtyard. It had always been busy, so it had never been renovated and everything was old-fashioned.

Qu Fulan liked the wontons and the soup here, they were light and tasty.

"Any plans for today?" Pei Ji’an asked after taking a bite of wonton.

Qu Fulan saw that he didn’t mind the environment at all, calmly eating things he used to disdain, and felt indifferent, "Exchange meeting."

Once she feared him because he was her boss. Now he wasn’t, they had an equal partnership, and she no longer needed to carefully cater to him.

"A seminar?" he asked.

"Yes, you always need more understanding and communication."

In any business, you need to learn promptly to keep up and not be eliminated, especially in the online streaming industry.

In the streaming business, there are regular exchange activities, and Qu Fulan had signed up early.

After breakfast, Qu Fulan went to the seminar, and Pei Ji’an followed. The people at the seminar rarely saw such a business bigwig, so they didn’t recognize him and even thought he was some newcomer to be poached. Naturally, Qu Fulan couldn’t avoid such treatment either.

Even when they heard she ran a studio, they still gave her a look that said, ’How long has your studio been open? Why not sign with me?’ Their eyes carried a sleazy appraisal of her.

When Pei Ji’an handed over his business card, those self-proclaimed elites scampered off, no longer daring to bring up a contract.

"What’s that person’s studio called?" he asked.

Qu Fulan immediately knew what he intended, "Frozen to the core?"

Pei Ji’an just smiled and said nothing.

Oh wow, a big boss truly has the means. If you dislike someone, you can bankrupt them.

It’s survival of the fittest; one can’t act too arrogantly in everyday tasks, or they might offend someone important one day and face a disaster.

"Aren’t you busy today, coming to such an exchange meeting?"

"I felt uneasy not coming."

Uneasy about what?

Qu Fulan didn’t ask. Sometimes, it’s best not to delve too deeply for no benefit.

After the seminar, Pei Ji’an flew around busy with his big business, but didn’t lessen his presence before her.

For instance, before boarding a plane, he would text her saying he’s about to get on board.

When he landed, he’d report his punctual arrival.

Upon eating something delicious, he’d photograph it and send it to her.

He’d also voice message her, checking if she had eaten or slept, telling her not to stay up late.

These were things he never did before; doing them now seemed natural.

Qu Fulan didn’t feel particularly moved, she wasn’t lacking love, and a couple of concerned messages wouldn’t cause her to fall.

Two days passed like that. That night, as she was eating at home, there came a knock on her door.

She looked through the peephole and immediately opened the door, "Weren’t you out on a business trip?"

If she remembered right, he said this trip would take half a month before he returned.

"For you." He didn’t explain much, just handed her something.

Qu Fulan took it and was slightly stunned. He always sent her food pictures during his trips, and she mostly ignored them.

But today, she had no appetite. Seeing the pictures he sent made her think they looked appetizing, so she asked for the address, intending to try it when she had a chance.

Turns out, he brought it back directly for her.

"Do you... want to come in and sit?"

They were still in the pursuing and being pursued phase, so apart from daytime, he rarely came to her house at night; otherwise, alone at night, it’s easy for things to happen.

Seeing that she was now in his debt, and with his travel-worn appearance, she felt it wasn’t right not to invite him in for a cup of tea.

Yet he shook his head, "No, I still have to fly back; there’s an important meeting tomorrow morning. See you next time."

With that, he turned and left.

Qu Fulan watched his departing figure, thinking about his slightly weary look, she tightened her grip on what he had given her.

The food was still warm, the insulated container kept the heat well, and the flavor was preserved, but she had lost her appetite for it.

After eating, she did some light activity before bathing and sleeping. It was already one a.m. by then. Calculating the time, he should have arrived on the other side. She hesitated whether to check if he was safe.

Then her phone buzzed with a message: an airport photo. At that late hour, the airport was deserted, with the white lights making it look lonely.

That was his way of telling her he was safe.

Qu Fulan felt a bit complicated but replied with a ’Thank you.’

The thanks left unsaid earlier was now conveyed. She thought about telling him not to do this next time but eventually deleted it.

Because of this, even when he sent food photos later, regardless of how tempting they seemed, she’d refrain from commenting.

In the following days, he continued sending photos and voice messages. Qu Fulan occasionally responded.

This situation was unimaginable before. The always serious and reticent President of Pei Group now seemed so... loquacious.

It went on until he returned.

Qu Fulan didn’t purposely remember his return date; he kept mentioning how many days left each day. Her memory wasn’t that poor to forget.

Once he finished with things on his side, he flew back, but it was already nighttime. He’d probably arrive around eleven, and with an important Pei Group meeting the next day, he should rest upon landing.

Yet, at ten past eleven, she received a message asking if she was asleep. Just as she was about to reply affirmatively, she paused, changed it to asking his location.

The response was just as she expected.

Downstairs at your place.

Qu Fulan put on her overcoat and went out, finding him at her door.

"Why... why are you here?" Late at night, shouldn’t he be resting?

"Wanted to see you." He smiled at her, handed over what he brought, "These are local specialties I bought."

Qu Fulan took what he handed over to her, and felt indescribable emotions in her heart.