Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 448 - 2: CEO and Secretary 02

The second blind date looked like a hippopotamus, and started off with a bunch of my mom said this and that, and how hard it was for his mom who needed to be honored and cared for after marriage.

Qu Fulan immediately splashed a glass of wine on his face.

How is your mom’s hardship any of my business? Like your mom gave birth to me and raised me?

The third blind date asked why she was looking for a match when she was so pretty, implying there must be something wrong.

The fourth blind date insisted that she must give birth to a son after marriage...

With such mentally exhausting encounters, it’s no wonder she had such a bad impression of blind dates.

However, this fifth one seemed a bit more normal than the previous ones.

She took a sip of tea and smiled slightly, "Why would that be? It’s precisely because I take this blind date seriously that I went out with light makeup, avoiding heavy makeup which might distort my real look, affecting reality, don’t you think?"

Mr. Yang chuckled, "Miss Qu, you really are an understanding person."

So far, their conversation was going rather well, and Qu Fulan even hoped this one would turn out normal, so she could show him to her family.

But no sooner had she entertained that thought, then she was slapped in the face.

Mr. Yang asked, "I dare to ask, Miss Zhou, if you’ve had a boyfriend before? I mean no disrespect, but I feel that men and women should maintain their purest relationship before marriage, which is the greatest respect for the marriage itself."

Qu Fulan: "..." This was essentially asking if she was a virgin.

And since when did being a virgin become the greatest respect for marriage?

If you’re already boyfriend and girlfriend, how can you remain pure? Are you insane?

On the way back, Qu Fulan called her best friend, who was shocked.

"So, how did you respond to him?"

"What response could there be? I just walked away; talking to such a person any longer is a waste of time."

"Haha, why didn’t you tell him you’re pregnant with your ex-boyfriend’s child and now looking for a stepfather, otherwise why would you, being so pretty, go on blind dates? Let it eat him up."

"There’s no need to ruin my own reputation just to disgust such people; it’s not worth it."

Disgusting them might be satisfying for a moment, but if rumors start flying afterward, it’s yourself who ends up suffering.

After all, rumors travel like wildfire while debunking them wears you out.

Qu Fulan had witnessed too many of such cases, where men can’t get what they want and start spreading rumors, causing so many women to suffer sadly.

"That’s true, many men around here spread the rumor that their wives cheated after divorce, which I believed initially. Later I found out these men would do anything to slander their ex-wives, and those who fail in blind dates also gossip behind their backs. Such scumbags make you want to punch them whenever you see them, but sadly I don’t have the strength."

The two chatted a bit more and then her friend suggested, "If all else fails, why not go after your boss? You and him, both single, handsome guy and pretty girl, such a nice pair, right? Plus, he’s so good-looking, just seeing him can make you stop in your tracks, tsk tsk."

Qu Fulan’s mouth twitched, "What are you thinking? Do you think it’s easy to marry into the elite? You can’t be too greedy; getting into this company as a secretary is already like my ancestors smiling down on me."

Her friend sighed, "That’s true, that’s an elite family. So many female celebrities try to break into it but fail. Even a regular person getting a receptionist job at Pei Group feels like their ancestors smiling down on them, let alone you being a secretary, the president’s secretary!"

Pei Group isn’t a place you can just step into, at least Fulan’s friend couldn’t get in at the beginning; was blocked during the interview and hence switched to a different company.

These days, salary and benefits cannot compare to Qu Fulan’s.

What’s to compare? That presidential secretary’s annual salary is a million; she can’t even match a fraction.

"I’ll look around for suitable matches and introduce them to you." her friend said.

Qu Fulan agreed. Right now, she indeed urgently needed a boyfriend; as long as someone introduced her, she would go meet them.

Thinking of this, her phone rang; it was the company’s number, so she immediately bid farewell to her friend and switched to the office call.

Half an hour later, Qu Fulan walked into the company, surrounded by people holding various documents.

"This is the West Side project; the initial plan is done. I need Secretary Qu to review it first before I dare to present it to the boss."

"These documents need the boss’s signature. Secretary Qu, could you help me with this? I’ll be forever grateful, and treat you to dinner tonight!"

"The cooperation from the East Side, I don’t know what the boss intends, but I love Secretary Qu. Please have mercy on me..."

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Such occurrences are way too common every day when Qu Fulan enters the company.

There’s no help for it; the boss is cold as ice, no one dares approach, afraid of getting reprimanded by harsh words for any slight mistake.

Only she can figure out his routine, and she rarely makes mistakes. Coupled with her good reputation within the company, people always like to ask for her help during tough times.

Qu Fulan doesn’t help just anyone; there are those who look down on her yet still ask for her assistance. She doesn’t even bother with them.

Those who look down on her think she didn’t earn her position by merit, believing she used some shady tactics.

But here’s the paradox; the boss is such a high-level man, he can have any woman he wants — accepting shady deals is impossible.

So those folks understand the contradiction but still refuse to acknowledge someone else’s excellence.

Qu Fulan arrived at the office door and was approached by the assistant.

"The boss just finished a video conference, feeling terrible, pushed away the follow-up tasks. But there are many important things in there, and I dare not go in. I can only ask you! I know it’s your day off, and calling you is my fault, but I truly have no alternative. If things are delayed, it will be hard to explain in all aspects..."

Qu Fulan waved her hand, "I have sought your help too when you were on leave before. Now it’s reciprocity; no need to feel distant, bring any important documents and I’ll look at them."

The boss has two assistants, both men, and one secretary, only her as the female secretary.

Supposedly before her, the boss had no female secretaries; all were male assistants, which is why she says working as Pei Group’s president secretary is like having ancestors smile down on her.

The assistant immediately took out the files with gratitude from the box.

Qu Fulan browsed through them, got familiar with the contents, slightly organized them, and headed toward the office, took a deep breath before the door.

Meeting the boss made her nervous too; there’s no help for it, he’s too strict. She feared doing something wrong and getting criticized, though so far, she hadn’t been criticized yet.

She raised her hand and knocked three times at the door; no response inside. She waited a moment, knocked a few more times, still no response.

What’s happening?

She looked back at the assistant with a clear look.

——Is the boss not inside?

The assistant shook his head, clearly meaning: He’s inside, I personally saw him go in!

Qu Fulan frowned, pondering for a bit, picked up her phone, tried calling, but it was turned off.

She hesitated for a second, raised her hand, and opened the office door.

This was permitted; sometimes the boss would sleep in the small office rest area, having the phone off. Naturally, he wouldn’t want to miss important matters, thus granting her special permission to enter and knock on the door if he didn’t respond to calls.