Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 502 - 56: The Boss and the Secretary

Qu Fulan automatically got up early for a run the next day.

The feeling of being sick is unpleasant; you can’t ruin your health for work, otherwise, even if you earn money, you won’t live to spend it.

She wasn’t worried about being laughed at, especially by Pei Ji’an. After all, back then, he was "eagerly advising" her, and she kept finding excuses every day. Even when she did run, she did it reluctantly.

Initiative and passivity are two different things.

It’s not embarrassing.

Nowadays, other than being willing to exercise appropriately, her lifestyle hasn’t changed—when to eat, what to eat, when to sleep, how long to sleep—she lets her mood dictate it. Even if some things are unhealthy, like fried foods, as long as she doesn’t eat them every day, she thinks it’s no big deal.

Life is short; if you don’t eat when you can, will you envy the food when you can’t eat anymore?

Although Pei Ji’an frowned slightly every time she ate fried food, he ultimately said nothing.

In the past, he had driven his girlfriends away with words; now he could only turn a blind eye.

But Qu Fulan wouldn’t purposely challenge Pei Ji’an’s limits. For instance, after eating certain things, she needed to rinse her mouth before getting close to him.

Like eating stinky tofu. Initially, she didn’t notice, and when she got close to him, he looked slightly uncomfortable but calmly reminded her to brush her teeth.

Qu Fulan wasn’t pretentious about these things, and she decisively brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth before being near him.

Everyone has different sensitivities. Some people just don’t like or even dislike the smell of stinky tofu, snail noodles, and hot pot. In college, it was forbidden to eat such strong-smelling things in the dormitory because some could not stand it, and respect is necessary.

Qu Fulan wouldn’t demand that he tolerate everything about her just to prove his love.

It’s just like how she doesn’t like men smoking. That smell is unpleasantly distressing.

When she was his secretary, once he smoked while she was reporting work. She showed an uncomfortable expression, and since then, he never smoked in front of her again.

Occasionally when dining out, he would even remind others to smoke in the smoking area.

In terms of gentlemanly manners, he does quite well.

Apart from this trait, another one of his virtues is generosity.

Without a word, he bought her a luxury apartment, in her name, saying that even if they broke up after dating or got divorced after marriage, the house would still belong to her.

The luxury residence is located in the Jinyuan area, which first-tier celebrities vie to purchase.

The housing prices in G City were such that Qu Fulan hadn’t dared to buy property after working for so many years. It’s not that she couldn’t afford it, but she couldn’t afford the good locations. The outskirts were too far away, so she rented a small apartment for convenience.

Fundamentally, she did not own property in G City and was part of the "no home" group.

Now it’s good; just holding the room key and stepping into Jinyuan makes people think you’re from a wealthy family.

"Isn’t this gift a bit too extravagant?" Qu Fulan stood in the new house, slightly trembling as she held the keys.

The man on the other end of the line had a voice without a fluctuation, "As long as you like it."

How could Qu Fulan not like it? Someone giving her a house—who wouldn’t like that?

"I still feel it’s too extravagant, a bit unworthy for me."

The man on the other end laughed slightly, then gave her an explanation that instantly made Qu Fulan feel much better.

He said—

The girlfriend of the Pei Family’s president can handle it.

If you’re labeled as such, then sure enough... you can handle it.

After all, it’s already bought.

Plus, with the interior decoration, it seemed like it had been some time. Without the smell of new renovations, Qu Fulan read the contract and realized it had been bought for a while and was ready for move-in today.

After wandering around for a while, Qu Fulan left and met a woman around her age in the elevator, with decent features.

The other woman’s eyes flashed when seeing Qu Fulan, subtly assessing her, and then she greeted her, saying she lived upstairs and inviting her to visit when she had time. Qu Fulan considered it polite and invited the woman to visit her home if the opportunity arose.

The two parted at the fountain downstairs, but as Qu Fulan turned to walk in another direction, someone called her.

"Fulan?"

Qu Fulan turned her head, "Hu Yan?"

After some small talk, Qu Fulan learned the other woman also lived in this district, which was quite a coincidence.

They had mentioned during travels that they’d meet again if the opportunity arose, and spontaneously went for afternoon tea.

Café.

Hu Yan took a sip of coffee, "Why were you walking with that woman?"

That woman?

Qu Fulan realized who she was talking about after a moment, "Do you know her?"

"More than just know," Hu Yan sneered.

Then Qu Fulan learned that the woman who had chatted her up was the best friend of Hu Yan’s ex-husband’s mistress—Lanya.

Her ex-husband’s affair with the mistress was orchestrated by that very Lanya.

Moreover, Lanya was also someone else’s mistress before—birds of a feather. Naturally, those she befriended were of the same ilk.

"You’d better stay away from her in the future to avoid ruining your reputation." Hu Yan said.

Now that Qu Fulan knew, she would naturally keep her distance in the future.

"It’s not just her; this district is the second most renowned place in the city. Those who live here are either rich or noble. Many men keep their mistresses here as ’canaries’, unbeknownst to their wives."

"That Lanya probably saw you as another ’canary’, so she got close. You should know, besides being ’canaries’, they sometimes help maintain certain relationships for their benefactors. They might even be sent as gifts themselves when necessary."

Seeing Qu Fulan’s face not looking too good, Hu Yan added, "You don’t need to worry too much. Not everyone in Jinyuan District is a mistress. Mistresses are few; most people are decent. Otherwise, why would so many want to buy houses there? Look at how many first-tier stars live there. Jinyuan is pretty good; other places are even more chaotic. You could say few wealthy men are reliable."

Qu Fulan finally said, "I’m not worried about that. I just think, these young women have a good life ahead, why take this path? If the primary wives find out and make it public, how will they find a place in society later?"

Hu Yan sneered again, "People without moral boundaries wouldn’t care about that. Besides, this unspeakable path actually avoids many pitfalls. Thinking from this perspective, you’ll understand why."

Qu Fulan fell silent.

Hu Yan continued, "Not everyone can walk this path you know. Just take that woman; do you know the kind of man she hangs with?"

Without waiting for Qu Fulan to ask, she said, "Over fifty, pot-bellied, fat-faced, greasy—yet she can stomach it. That’s her ability. If it were me, I’d rather die."

Hu Yan, being all about appearances, wouldn’t have gone for a Phoenix Man otherwise. It was all due to his face.

Now she has come to terms; she likes handsome men but doesn’t need to marry them. Dating and playing around are enough.