Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 455 - 9: The Boss and the Secretary

Qu Fulan wasn’t easy to fool either.

A man taking a woman back to a private mansion isn’t a sign of seriousness.

If it were serious, why not take her to meet his parents?

Introduce her to friends?

If he’s too afraid to do that, then it’s not serious.

Thinking this way, she ended up mumbling out loud, and by the time she realized it, it was too late. She sneaked a glance at her boss; he had already heard it, and Qu Fulan wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

It’s all because of her boss’s bluntness!

"If you want to visit the Pei Mansion, I’ll take you there tomorrow," her boss said casually.

What did he mean by "if she wanted"? She was merely subtly reminding him not to talk too much!

"I was just casually saying, that’s not what I meant! Boss, don’t misunderstand!" Qu Fulan hurriedly explained, fearing he might say something she wouldn’t be able to handle.

Her boss looked at her for a few seconds, then seriously reminded her, "You seem unsure about what to call me, still habitually calling me boss."

Qu Fulan didn’t know how to respond, so she tried to muster a polite smile to alleviate the awkwardness.

Her boss was cutting his steak and made a decision, "From now on, call me Si, it’s my nickname."

Qu Fulan: "...Your cooking skills are pretty good, have you cooked often before?"

No one else could change the topic so abruptly. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Her boss didn’t expose her, naturally continuing the topic, "Just occasionally."

Cooking occasionally produces these results; clearly successful people aren’t failures in other aspects either.

The two finished their meal while chatting sporadically, then strolled around the garden, and he introduced the mansion’s environment to her.

"Do you like it here?"

"It’s quite beautiful..."

"Glad you like it, this will be our future marital home."

Qu Fulan wasn’t drinking water, otherwise she would have surely spat it out.

Though it wasn’t the first time hearing her boss’s blunt words, every time it made her heart race.

"Boss, are you joking?" Qu Fulan ultimately couldn’t call him by his nickname, always feeling this relationship was as unreliable as a game.

Her boss remained silent, seemingly stumped by her question, unsure how to respond.

But he was actually pondering, "What makes you keep doubting this relationship?"

What reason?

Plenty of reasons.

Curiously, though Qu Fulan had many questions, she didn’t know where to start.

It’s not that she’s afraid to ask, but she has too many questions and doesn’t know where to begin.

Let’s not talk about how many questions she has; how does her boss not find it problematic?

Two people from different worlds met suddenly and inexplicably ended up together—anyone would find it odd.

"If you want to date or marry, you have many choices. Why me?" She finally asked, waiting for his answer.

Don’t tell her about liking or loving—without any foundation, how is it possible?

Just then, her boss’s phone rang. He picked it up, said a few words, hung up, and had to leave, also taking her home.

Qu Fulan missed the best chance to get an answer, and it wasn’t good to ask a second time.

Although she didn’t hear what she wanted from him, she gathered some information from a phone call he took in the car.

"Where are you, bro? Busy? Wanna hang out?"

He glanced at her, "Sending my girlfriend home."

"Girlfriend? When did you get a girlfriend? Met at a blind date?"

"Yeah."

"Last time I heard you went on a blind date, I didn’t believe it; turns out it’s true? Which family’s daughter managed to get Young Master Pei to go on a blind date?"

"None of your business."

"Don’t be so cold, give us a hint, or bring her next time for everyone to see?"

"We’ll see."

After hanging up, he made a few more calls. His phone only finished by the time they reached the destination.

"I’ll pick you up tomorrow," he said.

Qu Fulan instinctively refused, "No need, I..."

"The branch office meeting is at nine. I’ll call you when I arrive."

"...Okay." Qu Fulan responded woodenly.

He’s her boss. Since he was going to the branch office for a meeting, she obviously couldn’t avoid it.

Upon arrival, he got out to open the door for her, displaying perfect gentlemanly manners.

Normally, it’s expected that a boyfriend opens the car door for his girlfriend, but Qu Fulan had a feeling it was shortening her lifespan.

After bidding farewell to her new boyfriend, Qu Fulan went home alone and opened countless unread messages from her best friend.

Knowing her situation, her best friend had been gathering blind date information for her, trying to help her get over being single as soon as possible. Her best friend was still unaware of her current situation and enthusiastically trying to set her up.

Qu Fulan replied: I’ve succeeded in a blind date, no need for more for now.

Best friend: !!! Which one? Which one did you succeed with? Did it just happen today? How’s the person? What’s the age, where does he live, what does he do?

Qu Fulan thought for a moment and decided to be honest: It’s my boss.

Best friend: Hahaha, don’t joke, seriously now.

Qu Fulan: ...By the way, where did you gather your blind date info from, such a variety of people.

Best friend: From aunts and cousins, as many as you want.

Managing to set up a date with the boss is quite impressive.

Qu Fulan knew her best friend had an aunt married to a wealthy guy, probably the reason she could interact with the boss.

Best friend: Someday, bring your boyfriend out for us to see?

Qu Fulan: He’s busy.

Currently, she doesn’t plan to reveal this boyfriend to anyone, not her friends, not her mother.

Such a super unstable relationship may end anytime, no need to explain to everyone.

Best friend: Oh, seems he’s someone with a great career. Since he can’t meet us ordinary folks, can he meet your mother?

Qu Fulan was evasive: Yeah, yeah.

Best friend’s gossiping heart still unsatisfied: Just a little hint, what does he do?

Qu Fulan: We just confirmed the relationship, not appropriate to ask so much.

Best friend: True, but how’s the other party’s condition?

Qu Fulan: Seems pretty good.

Best friend: Good, good, when there’s time, remember to bring him out for everyone to see.

Qu Fulan: We’ll talk about it later.

...

After the meeting.

"What do you want to eat?" her boss asked.

"Anything’s fine."

They ended up going to a western restaurant. During the meal, her boss was as aloof as ever; Qu Fulan felt that though such a man was handsome and wealthy, he was too dull, not her top choice for dating or marriage.

It’s said feelings need nurturing, but how can they grow if he doesn’t speak?

Besides, he’s very domineering.

Qu Fulan didn’t like onions and he commented on that.

"Eating onions can prevent cancer, slow aging, and protect the heart; don’t be picky."

After saying it, he quietly and calmly looked at her.

Initially, Qu Fulan was a bit perplexed, not understanding what he meant, until she realized that he was waiting for her to eat the onions she picked out.

Qu Fulan stared at him for a moment; the air became still and oppressive.

Eventually, she surrendered and reluctantly ate the disliked onions.

Only then did he look away, silently continuing his meal, and the pressure lifted.

Qu Fulan decided that, no matter what, she would find a way to dine separately from her boss in the future. He’s too overbearing, controlling her eating habits! She can’t even eat freely!

Just as she was scheming about how to separate from him during meals, her boss spoke again after finishing dinner.

"When are you moving in to live with me?"

Qu Fulan: "......"