Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 494 - 48: The Boss and the Secretary

Qu Fulan not only enjoyed having her suitor peel shrimp for her, but also having him prepare hot pot for her.

If Qu Fulan didn’t have further intentions towards her suitor, she wouldn’t let the person do so much; otherwise, it would just be toying with someone’s feelings and wasting each other’s emotions.

The girlfriend across the table watched as her boyfriend peeled shrimp and cooked beef, serving his girlfriend with such attentiveness, and looked back at her own situation...

You could tell an outstanding man just with a glance, let alone the man in front of her who exuded an aura of wealth and carried himself with the demeanor of someone from a significant background.

Sure, a man’s physique and looks can attract women, but what truly makes him charming is his status and capability. If he possessed all these traits, ordinary people wouldn’t even dare to dream about it.

And he was so attentive to the woman beside him, as if afraid of not taking care of her well enough. If there weren’t outsiders present, she would suspect her boyfriend might even feed her like a child, without her lifting a finger.

The woman knew what her boyfriend was like; after all, that’s how she climbed ranks with him initially. So before they came, she thought another shameless vixen might try to steal her man. But as it turns out...

As long as you’re not blind or brainless, do you still need to think about which of the two men here to choose?

Unfortunately, some women are born to compare — it’s not enough to compare this and that, they even need to compare who has the best boyfriend.

Before today, she thought her boyfriend was excellent. He would come to her school, buy her various items to make her classmates envious, and even book a private room for her birthday celebration.

She thought those were the most considerate and heartwarming gestures, and indeed made those around her green with envy.

Yet, upon careful reflection, her boyfriend’s visits to her school weren’t frequent, fewer than the times she sought him out. The gifts he bought were occasional, not particularly precious, and the hotel’s private room wasn’t five-star...

You could overlook all of this, but the key point was, during meals he never picked dishes for her, let alone eat her leftovers!

Yes, Qu Fulan had a piece of food she found unappetizing after taking a bite, left it in the bowl, and he picked it up and ate it without hesitation.

Qu Fulan just felt her face heating up a bit, while he seemed completely unfazed, only focusing on cooking vegetables for her.

Seeing others, especially the girlfriend opposite whose face turned quite unpleasant, Qu Fulan couldn’t help but lightly kick him under the table, hinting that he didn’t need to be so considerate; it’s fine privately, but there are outsiders here.

Whether he did it intentionally or didn’t get her hint, he turned around innocently looking at her, "What’s wrong? Is this dish not tasty either?"

Ultimately, Qu Fulan found an excuse to take Pei Ji’an away. If they stayed longer, that couple would probably start arguing right in front of them.

Don’t think she didn’t see it; the woman across kept signaling her boyfriend to pick dishes for her, but he was oblivious, eating on his own like he was blind.

Sure enough, just after they left, the woman erupted in anger, questioning her boyfriend in front of her friends why he hadn’t helped her with the dishes earlier.

She lost her temper, and so did the man.

"Men should do big things; constantly revolving around a woman is a sign of incompetence! If you want to find an incompetent man, go look for one, but don’t expect me to wag my tail like that guy serving women!"

"How is helping with dishes being a lapdog? So all the times I helped you in the past, you thought of me as a lapdog?"

"Women are supposed to serve men!"

The woman was so furious she couldn’t speak, blushing and almost in tears. Coincidentally, a big screen across the restaurant played financial news, featuring the Pei Group’s president successfully acquiring a foreign company just days ago. In the news clip, he was handsome in a suit, shaking hands...

This was a timely and loud slap in the face. The man’s complexion turned from pale to flushed, filled with embarrassment and regret. He regretted that had he known the other man was the Pei Group president, he’d have been eager to make an acquaintance!

The woman’s expression wasn’t much better; her boyfriend wasn’t as kind and accomplished as the boyfriend of someone else...

After coming out with Pei Ji’an, Qu Fulan couldn’t help but poke his arm, "You did that on purpose, didn’t you?"

Pei Ji’an, "What on purpose?"

Intentionally provoking them, but Qu Fulan was too embarrassed to say it out loud. What if he denied it? Then it would look like she overthinking it.

She skipped ahead a few steps, bouncing like a little bunny. It’s rare to go out and relax, so of course, she wanted to maintain a happy mood.

Pei Ji’an, with his hands in his pockets, followed her unhurriedly, tall and striking.

What he did intentionally wasn’t just one thing. Judging by the self-righteous expression of that guy, there’s no need to guess what’s gone through his head. The screen advertisement was organized by him to give a wake-up call, lest he thinks a bit of success permits him to covet any woman; far from it.

Qu Fulan was in a good mood, but unfortunately, the sky didn’t cooperate, and it started to rain. Flustered, she searched for a place to shelter from the rain but couldn’t find any.

Suddenly, a jacket was placed on her head, and then someone wrapped an arm around her, leading her forward.

The rain came suddenly. Though the jacket couldn’t keep her completely dry, at least her hair and clothes weren’t immediately soaked.

With the man half-hugging her, shielding half of the rain as well.

Many pedestrians, like them, were caught in the rain, running around looking for shelter.

Soon they reached a sheltered spot where Qu Fulan removed the jacket, finding herself considerably wet too. Her dress was drenched in the back, and her sleeves were wet, making her uncomfortable. She just wanted to complain about the weather, but when she looked at him, words failed her.

Raindrops soaked his hair and eyelashes, trickling down his sleek jawline, dripping, or continuing down necklines. Unbothered, he wiped it with his hand.

Qu Fulan stared for a while. When he looked back, she remembered to take out a tissue, offering it to him.

He took it, gently wiping his face, then took his phone to call someone to bring a car over.

Finally, they went to his villa. His three-story villa had a bathtub on each floor, which is why Qu Fulan didn’t refuse; a soak after getting caught in the rain was best, otherwise going to her place would be inconvenient.

After her bath, wearing a shower cap and robe, Qu Fulan waited in the room for her clothes to be delivered. She just asked him to have someone get them, and they should arrive soon.

But before she finished drying her hair, he knocked on the door, "Your clothes are in the wardrobe. Pick whatever suits you."

Qu Fulan paused for a moment, looked around, and indeed saw the entrance to a wardrobe. Going in, she was astonished.

The room was already spacious, and discovering an even larger walk-in wardrobe was surprising. Neat collections of garments, accessories, hats, and bags filled it, all women’s items.

Her first thought was that he kept women here, but then she realized he wasn’t that kind of person. On closer inspection, she noticed all the tags still on the items, tailor-made for her...

After sorting everything out, Qu Fulan stepped out. Pei Ji’an was already washed up and enjoying tea in the living room, gesturing for her to sit when she approached.

"Does it fit?" He asked before she could speak.

"Yes, why do you have so many women’s clothes here?"

"Oh, they were prepared for you."