Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!

"Then the next time you see him, you can tell him and see if he’s surprised," Qu Fulan easily grasped the other’s intentions. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Feng Mei’er felt a lump in her throat after hearing this. How could she possibly tell Xiao Shiqing? She was already doing her best to prevent them from meeting.

If Qu Fulan were as obedient to her as before, she could successfully climb the ranks in the Pei Family.

What was going on now?

Why has Qu Fulan changed so much? No matter what she says, it’s useless!

Feng Mei’er was starting to feel frantic.

She couldn’t bring herself to humble and negotiate any longer. Instead, she stood up, angry, and said to Qu Fulan, "With your attitude, don’t expect to hear any useful information from me. Jin Sheng is indeed my cousin, but we didn’t grow up together. I have no bond with him. His well-being is irrelevant to me. But your master is different; they are good brothers. Now, knowing his good brother was harmed yet powerless to help—do you think he feels good about it?"

As she spoke, Feng Mei’er sneered, "And you, just a servant, how dare you act so arrogantly in front of me? Just wait until the day I marry into a prestigious family—I’ll show you how I’ll deal with you then. Wait for it!"

Qu Fulan replied, "Alright then, I’ll eagerly await your good news. Hopefully, I’ll be able to attend your wedding banquet this year, right? After all, you’re fifteen now, aren’t you?"

Feng Mei’er glared at Qu Fulan. She was indeed fifteen, two years older than Qu Fulan. It was unusual for girls not to be betrothed by fifteen in those days. If they weren’t engaged by sixteen, they would be considered unwed old women, undesirable to everyone.

Feng Mei’er left.

Qu Fulan breathed a sigh of relief. This way, things were thoroughly ruptured, and she wouldn’t need to deal with her anymore.

She didn’t have the patience to engage with everyone. Some people, you could feign cooperation with them because there were no emotional ties. But Feng Mei’er, what was her relationship with the original host?

The original host met a terrible fate in a past life, feeling extremely resentful for having misjudged people.

Certain words in novels are uncomfortable to read and now, embodying them, she feels even more strongly. She couldn’t even pretend with Feng Mei’er.

Dislike was expressed very directly.

Not long after Feng Mei’er left, Prince An and the others came out.

The Heir Pei was the last to come out, wearing a dark long robe, with a wide belt of moon-white cloud patterns at the waist, which had only a single piece of ink jade hanging from it, still his preferred accessory.

His handsome and deep features were as striking as usual, only his aura was somewhat different from before, though she couldn’t quite say how.

Could it be he was upset that she didn’t obtain useful information?

Qu Fulan quickly explained before they could inquire, "From my understanding of Feng Mei’er, if she knows key information, she definitely won’t speak easily. She would even distort facts and deliberately induce others to achieve certain goals."

Prince An originally felt Qu Fulan was somewhat inappropriate, being too harsh and could have gently coaxed the information out.

But now, hearing her explanation, he thought it made sense. Considering the woman’s behavior just now, she clearly wasn’t a straightforward person, rather cunning. Instead of being misled by her, it seemed more reliable to investigate ourselves.

As for the ’Brother Xiao’ Feng Mei’er mentioned, Prince An and the others didn’t associate him with Xiao Shiqing, assuming he was someone known to them from before, nothing surprising.

"Then what should we do now?" Prince An became unsure.

Qu Fulan noticed everyone believed her, except for the Heir Pei, who sat there, fingers rubbing the teacup, pondering, not knowing what he was thinking.

The air was heavy with silence.

Everyone looked at one another, finally focusing on Qu Fulan, only to settle their gaze on Pei Ji’an, who took a sip of tea just as he found himself being stared at, nearly dropping his cup.

He coughed lightly, clearing his throat before speaking, "Why are you all looking at me?"

Prince An spoke first, eagerly, "Waiting for you to give orders."

Pei Ji’an set down the teacup, his slender fingers gently tapping on the table, "Let’s stick with the original plan. Ge Yang, when you have time, talk to Jin Sheng and try to get some useful information. Ruchang, Chu Jin, and Wei Xu, continue with your usual duties, don’t alert the enemy."

After discussing business, everyone was about to leave.

Qu Fulan, of course, followed along, as she had her own tasks to attend to.

Pei Ji’an stopped her, "Fulan, stay, I have something to say to you."

Qu Fulan followed him into his room to play chess.

She thought he would speak to her while playing chess.

But after one game finished, he said nothing.

After two games, he remained silent.

Qu Fulan couldn’t help but ask, "Heir, what do you want to say to me?"

"Do you have confidence in this matter?" the Heir asked.

Qu Fulan: "..." Did this question need such a grand gesture?

"I can’t say with absolute confidence, but about seventy to eighty percent confidence. Some matters, unless not done, will inevitably reveal flaws once undertaken. I believe thoroughly exploring will uncover issues."

The Heir Pei frowned.

Qu Fulan noticed and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Too aimless, it lacks purpose," he replied.

Qu Fulan agreed, so she added, "I know this, so I plan to strategically engage certain people."

Regarding the situation in Jin Mansion, she had a few ideas.

Pei Ji’an didn’t know what to say anymore, or perhaps what he initially intended to say weren’t these words.

The atmosphere fell silent again.

At the same time, the third game unknowingly reached the halfway point, just without his exceptional planning, Qu Fulan easily ended the game in a draw.

Still, Pei Ji’an wasn’t bothered by the draw; he simply stood up, walked to the window, and seemed lost in thought gazing outside.

Qu Fulan watched his poised silhouette, filled with confusion.

What was it that made him reticent to speak?

"Heir, shall we continue playing?" she asked softly, indirectly reminding him to say what he wanted.

Qu Fulan had long noticed the Heir was acting strangely, seeming to want to say something yet not knowing how to begin.

Pei Ji’an turned around, noticing her big eyes full of curiosity gazing at him, causing his heart to skip—hands tense then relaxed—after a moment, he said, "It’s nothing, the day is getting late, rest well."

Qu Fulan felt as if her appetite had been whetted, only to be left unsatisfied. The person said nothing. This unsettling feeling was uncomfortable.

But he was the Heir, her master, her boss, what could she say?

She reluctantly left, feeling dissatisfied.

Only once outside did realization dawn on her.

Feng Mei’er’s earlier words mentioned the original host’s childhood, and something about ’only marrying Brother Xiao,’ wasn’t it?

The Heir couldn’t possibly be behaving oddly because of this?

Of course, no current boss would appreciate an employee’s loyalty to a past employer.

Qu Fulan hurriedly returned to explain to the Heir.