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

Chapter 534 - 88: The Boss and the Secretary

While those classmates were dealing with scandals and trying to reach out to Qu Fulan for help, she was already at the Pei Family’s country farm.The Pei Family owned several farms, both on the outskirts of the city and in the countryside. But now, the old man’s health wasn’t what it used to be, so he couldn’t go to the countryside anymore.

It was now the sunny month of March, with warm sun and light breezes breaking the chill.

A barbeque was set up at the farm.

The old man enjoyed fishing, but how could the fish he caught alone be enough for a barbeque? Fishing was just a pastime.

So, including fish, various dishes and meats were driven over.

Qu Fulan helped with washing vegetables with a few people managing the farm, while others took care of the fish and meat.

The old man fished for a while and then said to Qu Fulan, "Go call Si over to help, how can you do all this alone."

Qu Fulan laughed and said, "He just returned late last night, it’s okay to let him sleep a bit longer."

The old man disagreed, "The company won’t fall apart without him; since he knew he was coming to the farm to relax, he should have come prepared. Go call him over. You can’t enjoy yourself properly without a bit of leisure, can you?"

Having been told this, Qu Fulan naturally obeyed, washed her hands, and walked toward the backyard along the corridor, arriving at a house styled after a traditional courtyard.

The housing at the farm was all courtyard-style, and this particular courtyard belonged to Pei Ji’an, so Qu Fulan had no concern about disturbing anyone else when she entered.

Since it was his territory, Pei Ji’an slept on the second floor without closing the door, slightly ajar. Qu Fulan could see his long legs draped over the bed edge from afar, and from the posture, she could tell he was still in deep sleep.

Qu Fulan picked a flower beside her, tiptoed over quietly, and lightly sat by the bedside, leaning over to look at him.

Pei Ji’an slept on his back, his excellent features standing out remarkably in moments like this. The way he looked while sleeping seemed even better than usual.

They had arrived at the farm the day before yesterday, but Pei Ji’an still had some work to finish. He drove out and returned only by midnight, not waking until now.

Qu Fulan was reluctant to wake him up, but she couldn’t disobey Mr. Pei, so she used the flower to brush against his face.

"Slap!"

He slapped his face, thinking it was a mosquito. Hearing laughter, he opened his eyes. Seeing the person before him, he instinctively reached out, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her closer, his voice carrying a hint of laziness and allure, "Stay with me a while longer."

After speaking, he closed his eyes again.

Qu Fulan wriggled out of his embrace and propped herself up to look at him, "Stop sleeping, get up, grandpa is calling you down."

Pei Ji’an turned a deaf ear, continuing to keep his eyes shut.

He could sleep without a care, but she couldn’t stay here any longer. "Alright, you sleep then, I’ll head down first, the barbeque’s about to start."

After saying that, she stood up to leave, only to be pulled back by the waist. Everything spun, and she found herself under him, meeting his passionate gaze that made her heart skip a beat.

Men and women were always different, especially in the mornings when certain desires were stronger.

Most mornings, Qu Fulan wouldn’t dare provoke him.

Today seemed like she had hit the mark.

...

The room was an utter mess.

Pei Ji’an, now full of energy, asked while getting dressed if she wanted some water.

Qu Fulan shook her head and struggled to sit up.

"Maybe you should rest a bit longer; I’ll go down first and take a look,"

Qu Fulan was firmly against it.

They hadn’t been down long enough, and others wouldn’t know what to think. If she continued to sleep, it would only confirm certain suspicions. Even though it was all justified, being too blatant was a bit much for her to handle.

In the end, the two walked one after the other, meeting others on the farm. Qu Fulan felt a bit guilty.

When they reached Mr. Pei, he acted as if nothing had happened.

The shame Qu Fulan felt inside gradually faded away.

"Isn’t there a bit too much fish?" Pei Ji’an frowned at the basket of fish.

"You’re not the only one eating, everyone on the farm is eating; how is it too much?" The old man responded, giving his grandson a light tap with the fishing rod.

Pei Ji’an raised his eyebrows slightly, adjusted his pants, and sat on a stool, "What do you want to eat? I’ll grill it."

"You don’t need to grill for me, just take care of yourself."

The old man wasn’t just saying it; he was used to having the people at the farm grill, and others simply couldn’t grill with the same flavor.

Pei Ji’an didn’t insist. He turned to look at Qu Fulan, "What do you want to ea..."

He hadn’t finished speaking when he saw her trying to move a box full of things, but it wouldn’t budge. The corner of his mouth twitched as he got up, "I’ll do it."

Qu Fulan had to stand aside; her usual strength was not this lacking.

In the end, during the barbeque, Pei Ji’an did most of the grilling for her. Qu Fulan ate the barbeque with cola, feeling blissful, but her cola was quickly taken away.

"Don’t drink that; have pure milk instead." With that, he handed her a glass of hot milk.

Qu Fulan, "..." Who pairs barbeque with milk?

Then Pei Ji’an leaned over and said softly, "Cola isn’t nutritious; you need to strengthen up a bit since you’re so weak."

If Mr. Pei weren’t nearby, Qu Fulan might have poked him with a skewer. Who was weak because of whom anyway?

The barbeque was only halfway through when other members of the Pei family started arriving one after another.

Spring outings had to be lively to be fun, and with this gathering only once a year, Mr. Pei naturally enjoyed this time of family happiness.

Other elders didn’t come; those who came were of the same generation as Pei Ji’an, many bringing their spouses and children.

After greeting each other, everyone joined in the barbequing.

The box of fish Mr. Pei had sent over was quickly grilled by everyone, followed by beef, chicken, and other varieties.

The grilling went on until evening; one couldn’t eat barbeque endlessly, so the farm prepared a light dinner for everyone to cleanse their palate.

Seated together to eat, they discussed the evening’s entertainment. With only one family "picnic" a year, it couldn’t just pass by uneventfully.

Regardless of any daily conflicts, at least during fun times, no scheming was needed.

"Let’s sing, karaoke." Someone suggested.

There was a ktv room on the farm, with top-notch sound systems, rivaling any external ktv in quality.

Everyone agreed, the more people, the better for karaoke; it made for lively fun.

Qu Fulan was a bit excited too, since she hadn’t sung for a long time, nor heard Pei Ji’an sing, "Will you sing?"

"Do you want to hear?"

"Definitely."

"If you want, I’ll privately sing to you later."

"Why?"

"It wouldn’t be good to embarrass myself in front of these younger ones."

At this point, Qu Fulan understood; he probably wasn’t great at singing.

"So, we’ll just listen? How boring."

Pei Ji’an pointed to the side where someone was already setting up for a game of mahjong.

Qu Fulan shrugged; she preferred singing to playing mahjong.

But just singing would be too dull, so someone suggested using game outcomes to decide who would sing: the loser would sing a specified song, and if they couldn’t, they’d have to drink as a penalty.