Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 501 - 55: The Boss and the Secretary

Qu Fulan slept in a daze, feeling something cold on her forehead. She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds and wouldn’t budge.

"You have a fever, don’t move." A deep voice sounded in her ear.

After a while, she was half-held up and started being fed medicine.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already the next day.

She then learned that she had suddenly developed a fever last night; he contacted the hotel doctor, who prescribed medicine, and she slowly recovered after taking it.

Although her fever had subsided now, as the saying goes, recovering from illness is like pulling out silk threads, Qu Fulan still felt weak and limp.

Getting sick during a trip—nothing is more unlucky than that.

"The doctor said your constitution is too weak, and you’ve been playing recklessly these days; your body suffered too much internal stress, so you got sick." Seemingly aware of her thoughts, Pei Ji’an explained to her.

Qu Fulan looked at the still-energetic man. They were on the same trip, spent the same amount of time, yet he remained unaffected...

She wasn’t hoping for him to get sick; the stark contrast was just too disheartening.

While she lay there, feeling dejected, Pei Ji’an, after confirming she was alright, went to run on the treadmill.

Lying in bed, Qu Fulan watched and slowly understood the reason.

His daily routine hadn’t changed at all. When to sleep, eat, and exercise—he kept doing them as usual, even during the trip.

With a good routine and proper exercise, his constitution would naturally be strong, so he wouldn’t be exhausted by the travel.

There’s a saying that when you need knowledge, you realize you don’t have enough; it’s the same with the body—if not maintained regularly, don’t expect it to be robust at critical moments.

Qu Fulan immediately felt inspired to "strive for progress" in the future. Once she got better, she’d also commit to exercising, to avoid letting a young body fall apart.

The body is the backbone of revolution; if your health is poor, what else is there to discuss?

Because she was recovering, she didn’t feel like traveling much in the days that followed. Just when Qu Fulan thought her vacation would pass boringly, Pei Ji’an took her to the island and then to soak in a hot spring.

Soaking in the hot spring proved to have many benefits; Qu Fulan recovered the next day and could continue traveling, happier than before.

But this time, she didn’t dare indulge as recklessly as before. She wouldn’t delay resting when it was time, not needing his reminders.

Before this, when he suggested she take a siesta, she’d mock him; sometimes she’d even get upset, thinking they’d come out to travel, and he was still nagging. Usually, he’d stop after reminding once, twice, or three times but getting ignored.

Now...

Qu Fulan herself felt embarrassed; indeed, people learn more effectively from experience than from others’ words.

While eating in the restaurant, they met Hu Yan again. This time, it was her turn to invite them to share a table, as the restaurant at the tourist location was mostly full.

Hu Yan didn’t hesitate, bringing her "boyfriend" to join them.

"Surprising that we’ve changed places yet can meet again. Seems we’re fated," Hu Yan said with a smile.

Qu Fulan smiled back, replying, "Yeah, where are you planning to head next?"

Hu Yan shook her head, "We’ll just stay here for two days and then head back."

Qu Fulan raised her eyebrows slightly; that’s their plan too.

While the two women chatted, the two men were quieter than ever. For Pei Ji’an, he wasn’t interested in chatting with strangers, not to mention that Qu Fulan had glanced more than once at the younger man, which bothered him.

As for the puppy-like, no, the wolf-like man, he also felt hostile toward Pei Ji’an; he knew well how much attraction this kind of man holds for women.

Until Qu Fulan and Hu Yan exchanged contacts and bid farewell, the two men hadn’t exchanged a single word.

"I always feel they’re a bit odd."

After walking away, Qu Fulan couldn’t help but speak.

"Odd how?" Pei Ji’an replied blandly, clearly uninterested in the figures in her story.

"They claim to be a couple, yet seem unlike one; they’re not a couple, and something feels off." She wouldn’t ask directly, as that would be too abrupt, but she just felt it was odd.

Pei Ji’an didn’t respond. Qu Fulan thought of something and took out her phone, "I’ll check out her social media posts to understand."

This was the essence of gossip; seeing strange phenomena compels one to understand. Curiosity killed the cat, they say, yet everyone has a penchant for gossip.

After scrolling through Hu Yan’s social media, Qu Fulan became even more puzzled.

Hu Yan’s posts featured photos with various handsome men, but none with the wolf-like man.

Very odd indeed.

Yet despite the oddity, it was someone else’s matter, and Qu Fulan soon moved past it.

Upon returning, she quickly became busy again. Pei Ji’an also had accumulated work waiting to be handled, and a week passed before they met again.

As soon as Qu Fulan got home, she was pressed against the door; soon, the overheated breath invaded her senses. The familiar scent made her want to resist, but she instead embraced him.

Indeed, absence makes the heart grow fonder—meeting every day may dull the feeling, but now, after a week apart, Qu Fulan felt a surge of longing, not to mention sensing his intense desire.

Wherever his hands touched, it felt as if flames were burning her.

Intense, scorching, unbearable...

Yet he pulled away from her, burying his head in her neck, panting heavily as if suppressing the surging... fire within.

When she saw his face, he had already regained his composure.

Qu Fulan: "..."

It’s just that some things aren’t easy to handle once stirred up—even if he can control himself, what about those who are affected?

But he had already stopped; there was no reason for her to continue pressing, though she felt a mix of irritation and embarrassment, kicking at him with her foot. The unsuspecting man fell to the ground.

However, with a carpeted floor, falling didn’t hurt.

Ignoring the man’s shocked expression, Qu Fulan tidied her clothes and went to the bathroom to wash her face with cold water.

Inside, she felt an inexplicable frustration and helplessness.

These days, finding men who insist on waiting until marriage is rare; ordinary men don’t care, especially given his background.

Of course, it’s also a form of protection, so Qu Fulan couldn’t openly criticize him.

She didn’t even stay angry for long. After all, having reunited after a brief separation, no one wants to waste time being upset, so she soon sat on his lap, hugging his neck, telling him about recent happenings.

Pei Ji’an rested a hand on her waist, preventing her from falling while resisting the temptation she brought him.

Regarding marriage, he had mentioned it once, but not a second time yet. He understood her nature—she yielded to gentleness, not force.

Patience was key.

This side waited for marriage without success; over on the other side, the puppy-like guy suffered similarly, no, even worse—his status wasn’t acknowledged.

On the last day of the trip, the two drank a lot. After drinking... Hu Yan acquiesced to their relationship but wouldn’t make it public or admit it, as if he were just an unseen plaything, discarded at will.

Even though he wasn’t acknowledged, the puppy-like guy felt content with the progress made; as for the future, they’d see.