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

Chapter 530 - 84: The Boss and the Secretary

After the engagement, some things just come naturally.Qu Fulan never resisted; it had always been he who upheld that principle, but now, he no longer held back.

His home, his room, was the most suitable setting.

...

Perhaps because the heater was turned up high, the temperature within the room kept rising.

Qu Fulan’s body was covered in beads of sweat, trickling down her forehead and disappearing into her hair.

Swaying, sinking...

Fingertips scraped against skin, leaving long bloodstains.

That night, was long and lingering.

Qu Fulan slept deeply, in the haze between dream and reality, a tall figure appeared before her, voice low and hoarse: "What do you want to eat?"

She stared at him blankly, her mind in a daze, unable to distinguish reality from dream.

The man’s warm palm caressed her cheek, and he asked again, "What do you want to eat?"

Clarity slowly returned to her expression, memories recollected, Qu Fulan moved slightly, and every bone and muscle in her body ached until she frowned.

"Where does it hurt?" he asked.

"What time is it?" she responded instead, realizing as soon as she spoke how hoarse her own voice sounded.

"Almost noon," he said.

Qu Fulan was shocked for a few seconds, incredulous: "How can it be?"

Then her stomach growled, confirming the truth of his words.

She actually slept at the Pei Mansion until noon, she thought, unable to face anyone if this got out.

She struggled to get up, but the moment she tried, she hissed repeatedly.

"If you’re uncomfortable, don’t move. Tell me what you want to eat, and I’ll have someone bring it in." He placed his hand on her shoulder, stopping her from moving.

"How can I be so presumptuous? Sleeping till this hour is one thing, but eating in the room—if others found out, I couldn’t show my face."

"This is my territory; no one will know."

Qu Fulan then stayed still.

The Pei Mansion was large; saying it’s his room was more like saying it’s his house, quite far from the main hall. You’d have to take a five-minute drive to get there, with only one caretaker in the house.

His words were indeed verified; this was his territory—others couldn’t easily learn of the situation here.

"But if we don’t go to the front hall to eat, in others’ eyes, it’s impolite."

"Except for dinner, most people eat breakfast in their own rooms."

Upon hearing this, Qu Fulan relaxed completely, lying back down again, though she accidentally pulled at a nerve, making her mutter a few pained sounds.

Clearly, last night’s affair was intense.

Memories of last night surged into her mind, making Qu Fulan’s cheeks flush hot once more.

It turned out that the closest distance between people wasn’t zero, but negative...

In the past, no matter how intimate, there was always a layer in between, preventing complete enjoyment. Now... she felt a sense of completeness.

Pei Ji’an returned a phone call, seeing her flushed face, he reached out to feel her forehead, "Are you having a fever?"

Such situations had occurred before; Young Master Zhou Shaoyang with ample experience, both having driven their girlfriends into fever, requiring hospitalization. Despite efforts to protect her last night, accidents couldn’t be ruled out.

Qu Fulan was somewhat embarrassed by his words: "It’s just the heater being too high in the room."

He got up to adjust it with the remote control.

Qu Fulan then decided not to go back to sleep, she gritted her teeth, got up to dress, and went to wash up.

The room was warm enough, so for convenience, she just wore his T-shirt as she went to freshen up.

Turning around, Pei Ji’an saw her wearing his shirt, revealing her long, white legs, as she swayed into the bathroom.

The man’s gaze deepened a bit.

About ten minutes later, breakfast was delivered to the door.

The diverse breakfast spread was laid on the table; Qu Fulan, worn out from last night, utterly exhausted and hungry, wanted to devour it ravenously, but unfortunately, her strength didn’t allow it—she could only eat slowly, bite by bite.

Pei Ji’an sat at the other side, reading the financial newspaper.

"Aren’t you eating?" Qu Fulan asked.

"I’ve already eaten."

He woke up early, had his meal, and even went for a run; he wasn’t hungry now.

It’s eleven o’clock—he would eat punctually at twelve.

Qu Fulan understood his routine, terrifyingly consistent, unless something unexpected happened, it always stayed unchanged.

"Grandfather asked someone to pick a few wedding dates; you can take a look later," he suddenly said.

Qu Fulan paused for a moment, then asked, "When are they?"

He mentioned a few dates, covering all four seasons: spring, summer, fall, and winter.

Qu Fulan pondered, "The autumn date?"

"Why?" He set the newspaper down, looking at her.;

"Summer is too hot, winter is too cold, isn’t autumn just right?"

"Why not choose spring?"

"It’s already January now; spring has that sudden warmth and cold. I’m afraid of the cold, you know."

Pei Ji’an nodded, settling on the autumn date.

After breakfast, which was breakfast for Qu Fulan, she entered the dressing room to select clothes.

If yesterday she felt some reluctance to enjoy, today she felt none.

So when men and women reach the final step, the sense of closeness is genuine and cannot be faked.

That’s why when some people look at a couple, they can tell with just one glance whether they’ve reached that final step—because the feeling is different.

Ultimately, she chose a teddy bear coat to keep her warm.

She was headed to the studio for work, he was going to the company for meetings; he was more rushed, yet before heading out, he couldn’t resist a hug.

Qu Fulan embraced his neck, a sense of reluctance and separation wrapped around her heart, knowing they’d see each other in the evening.

Pei Ji’an held her waist, listening as she coyly asked, "When does your work end tonight?"

"Six o’clock, I’ll come to pick you up by then."

"Shall we have dinner out?"

"If that’s what you want."

"I want to eat out."

"Alright."

Always charming and affectionate, this woman stirred his adoration; Pei Ji’an nearly canceled his meetings, but rationality eventually overcame emotion.

At the studio, the sweetness within Qu Fulan hadn’t dissipated; her best friend couldn’t help but ask, "You look so radiant; did something good happen?"

Qu Fulan smiled, sharing the wedding date with her friend.

The engagement ought to have been announced to her best friend, but Pei Ji’an visited unexpectedly, making the engagement abrupt.

"Aren’t you planning to hold another engagement party in G City?" Her friend expressed deep regret over missing such a scene.

"Initially I thought we might, but considering the wedding date is later this year, we decided not to fuss over it."

"Makes sense, engaged this year, then married within the same year—the wedding surprise would be reduced greatly."

"Would you be my bridesmaid then?"

"Do you even need to ask? Aside from me, who else are you inviting?"

Qu Fulan knew her friend wanted to know if she’d invite classmates.

"Those who need inviting will be invited; specifics will be discussed later."

Feeling great today, Qu Fulan didn’t want to dwell on mundane interpersonal relationships; she simply hummed a tune and began working.

But this state didn’t last long before she collapsed onto the sofa.

"What’s wrong? Are you sick?" Her friend asked with concern.

Qu Fulan dared not admit it was due to last night’s intense activity; the soreness returned after her breakfast digested.

"My lower back feels a bit sore," she said while massaging it.

"Let me help you rub it out."

Her friend, being so caring, moved Qu Fulan deeply: "Thank you so much."

But as soon as her friend started to help, she realized, "This feels like the symptoms of having been... active last night?"

Unlike Qu Fulan, who just ate meat the night before, her friend was already an expert in this area; if one glance couldn’t see through it, two would.

Qu Fulan coughed awkwardly: "What nonsense? Yesterday I spent most of the day traveling by car..."