Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 492 - 46: The Boss and the Secretary

The next morning, as soon as Qu Fulan arrived at the studio, ninety-nine flamboyant roses were delivered right in front of her. The delivery guy politely asked her to sign, and then left.

Qu Fulan picked up the bouquet, on which there was a card with a few words, reminding her to have a good breakfast, and then a signature.

There was no need to guess who it was from; the card only served as confirmation.

"Miss Qu is so lucky, getting roses first thing in the morning!"

"Exactly, what variety are these roses? I used to work part-time at a flower shop, but I’ve never seen this kind before."

"These are custom-ordered from abroad. They’re picked before dawn and delivered by daybreak. Just one rose can fetch this price." The person gestured a figure.

"That must be an exaggeration. It’s just a flower; no matter how special, it can’t be worth five digits, right?"

"You don’t understand. It’s a unique variety, exclusive to royalty, not available domestically, with a fixed annual yield. Even if you have the money, you might not be able to buy them. I was fortunate enough to see them once before, that’s why I remember so well."

This time, envious remarks echoed among the studio staff.

Qu Fulan received a bit of knowledge and just smiled. Then, holding the flowers, she entered her office. Before she could close the door, her phone rang. She didn’t need to look to know who it was. Qu Fulan closed the office door, avoiding the gossipy glances of the employees outside.

"Did you receive the flowers?"

A man’s voice sounded in her ear, deep and mellow, quite pleasant.

It sounded like he was in a pretty good mood.

Qu Fulan unconsciously curved her lips.

"Yes, they’re beautiful, thank you."

"Do I have the honor to invite Miss Qu for lunch?"

"Lunch might not be possible, I’m a bit busy."

"What about dinner?"

"I can’t say for sure now. Let’s see when the time comes."

"Alright, I’ll work around Miss Qu’s schedule."

...

After hanging up, Qu Fulan placed the flowers in a vase. So they were airlifted here? No wonder they’re so fresh and unique.

It wasn’t the first time she received flowers. Back when she was with Pei Ji’an, he would send flowers now and then, even going to the movies with her.

At the time, she thought it was romantic, but later realized that he had his assistant plan everything in advance, just like work, with each step executed according to the plan.

What seemed romantic was really just following procedures, with no emotional investment. Sometimes he didn’t even know which occasion was being celebrated, someone below would just call the florist for delivery.

Including the movies, she later found out that someone advised him, so he bought tickets for the most popular movie at the time and took her to watch.

This could cause some discrepancy, as the movie wasn’t to his liking, nor hers, so sometimes both watched without enthusiasm.

Qu Fulan only found out about these things when she started learning those rules later, as people like them had everything planned out in advance, following the plan for efficiency and convenience, without emotion.

That’s why she felt so exhausted in that relationship, suffocated by the rules.

After the breakup, she felt incredibly relieved. Even when he tried to win her back by eating breakfasts he never touched before, she felt indifferent.

Compared to the training she had gone through, his efforts were nothing.

Yes, Qu Fulan felt that her past efforts weren’t worth it, as if he should experience what she had gone through for things to be fair.

However, when he went the extra mile to deliver delicious food and rushed to her door last night, Qu Fulan realized that feelings can’t be measured by hardship as that isn’t a valid standard.

The rules she learned weren’t some terrible torture to make life unbearable. If truly considered, they were beneficial for life.

The discomfort wasn’t from being bound by rules but by being shackled by her own heart.

Actually, as long as her heart is free, what rules can confine her?

In other words, if she had insisted on her opinions back then, what could others do to her? Nothing, they didn’t have the right. It was her inner lack of strength, her hesitation and reluctance that trapped her. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

No matter what she does, if her heart desires it, then it’s meaningful and worthwhile, and vice versa.

As long as her heart wants it, it’s not a hardship but an enjoyment, just like him coming back from far away, just to see her.

After figuring it out, Qu Fulan felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.

It’s just a relationship after all, guided by the heart, wherever it leads, overthinking things means nothing will ever get done.

Now, guided by the heart, she feels pretty good.

Pei Ji’an isn’t completely impervious to attempts; with an expert advising him, he gets better at pursuing girls.

Pursuing a girl takes time, and dating takes time. Pei Ji’an now gradually frees up time.

Even in such a big company, it wouldn’t stop running without someone. The big boss is supposed to delegate tasks and maintain overall direction.

Before, he devoted all his time to work, treating it as the only thing. Now, he’s aware of what he truly wants, placing work second.

Still, valuing emotions is one thing; truly putting it into practice, even with expert advice, there are bound to be childish moments.

Pei Ji’an showed up at her studio without prior notice. She said in the morning that the evening might be uncertain, so he came over anyway. No matter how busy she was, he’d wait, and take the chance to check the progress of the new project.

"Miss Qu has gone out."

Upon arrival, this was the answer Pei Ji’an received, as if a bucket of water had been poured over his head.

Though feeling complex inside, he maintained unflappable demeanor, even humbly asking, "Did she mention where she went?"

The receptionist dared not breathe heavily, "No, she took a call and left."

Pei Ji’an nodded, left the studio, and called her.

Qu Fulan was at the station, initially planning to work overtime, but received a call from her mother, saying relatives from the hometown were here and already at the station, asking her to pick them up.

The relative was her mom’s sister, Qu Fulan’s aunt, a very nice person who insisted on visiting when she learned about her mother’s hospitalization.

This aunt had a simple and carefree personality, so much so that she didn’t mind being a directionally challenged person; she just came without prior notice, and successfully trapped herself at the airport.

Qu Fulan searched for quite some time before finally finding her.

It happened to be peak hours, so catching a taxi was difficult, and then she received a call from Pei Ji’an.

It didn’t make sense not to accept the ride he offered.

The only issue was that there were too many cars, and the parking spot was a bit far. She had to walk over there, and he would come to find them.

Qu Fulan and her aunt, carrying heaps of luggage, were moving inch by inch through the crowded airport.