The man in front of her, working ticulously on a laptop, isn’t he her boss?
Qu Fulan’s first reaction was that she’d co to the wrong place.
"Sorry, boss, I’ve co to the wrong place. You carry on, I’ll leave now."
The boss looked up at her expression, as if sothing was wrong with her.
Isn’t there sothing wrong? Her eyes must be faulty; she actually got the address wrong...
She turned around, embarrassed, to find the spot again, but after looking around, it seed like she wasn’t wrong?
Qu Fulan even asked a waiter to confirm it once more; it was indeed the right spot.
If she wasn’t wrong, then her boss was.
Qu Fulan firmly believed this, so she needed to go and communicate with the boss, remind him he was in the wrong seat. If he arranged to et soone, and was in the wrong place, what if they couldn’t find him?
And on her side, what if the blind date person ca over and misunderstood?
Thinking of this, she went over once again, facing the boss.
To be honest, she didn’t want to see her boss during her leisure ti; although it wasn’t working hours, the oppressive feeling from a superior always made one uncomfortable.
But she seed to have never bumped into her boss during leisure ti before, probably because their circles didn’t intersect.
Today’s encounter was probably an accident.
Walking up to her boss again, before she could speak, he looked up, glanced at Qu Fulan, "Sit."
Qu Fulan: She didn’t really want to sit; she wanted him to leave and give up the seat.
But she sat down nonetheless, feeling a bit uneasy, bravely hinting, "Boss, have you sat in the wrong place?"
Pei Ji’an closed his laptop, leaned back a bit, "I wouldn’t not know who I’m supposed to et."
Since he knew who he was eting, there was no issue of sitting in the wrong place.
Qu Fulan: "..." Quite unluckily, she didn’t know who she was eting.
If it was the first ti for a blind date, she would be very attentive, she’d gather all sorts of information about the person in advance to avoid making a fool of herself when they t.
But after going through a series of peculiar experiences, she adopted a ’what will be, will be’ attitude. Good or bad couldn’t be seen beforehand anyway, she’d only know after eting them, so she simply waited till they t.
Sotis she would just know the person’s na before showing up, sotis she’d see a photo, sotis she wouldn’t even look at the na or photo, just knew the eting place.
Today was one of those days where she didn’t look at the na or photo, only had the eting spot forwarded by a friend.
Speaking of which, the blind date wasn’t introduced by a friend, but by a friend’s friend, she only knew general information; he was said to be in business, single, had good conditions in all aspects, seemingly without any bad habits.
With the succinct "in business", Qu Fulan didn’t think too deeply, assuming that whoever was introduced to her would have matching conditions.
Little did she expect this so-called business was family business, a luxury family business.
How amusing.
"Boss, why are you here for a blind date?"
Qu Fulan felt very awkward. She actually wanted to ask, knowing she was his blind date, why didn’t he refuse? With their superior-subordinate relationship, how would they face each other in the future?
If she had known today’s blind date was with her boss, she would have cancelled it no matter what!
Such a blunder.
"Why can’t I be here for a blind date?" Pei Ji’an lightly flipped the question back.
Qu Fulan felt so embarrassed she didn’t know what to say. To have such a mishap as bumping into her boss for a blind date, she should have checked the calendar before stepping out today.
"What do you want to eat?" Pei Ji’an had already started talking about ordering food.
Really going to eat? Shouldn’t they just exchange a few casual words and part ways?"
Is he seriously going to have a blind date with her?
It surely seems so; knowing that she’s the date, he still ca, so it is indeed a blind date, but why?
Qu Fulan couldn’t understand, but she said, "I’m not hungry."
Since she wasn’t hungry, there was no need to eat, they could go their separate ways.
Yet the boss looked at her without saying a word.
Qu Fulan quietly added, "I’m not picky, anything is fine."
Only then did Pei Ji’an look down to order food. Being the decision-maker, he quickly ordered several signature dishes.
As they waited for the dishes, he opened his laptop again and started working.
Qu Fulan: "..." How is this different from being at the office?
Boss, if you truly don’t know how to go on a blind date, you could refuse next ti, it’s too exasperating.
Qu Fulan just looked down and quietly drank tea, pretending to be calm, though in her heart she was so embarrassed that she felt like she was growing fur, wishing to leave.
In the end, the al was... torturous. Qu Fulan felt she couldn’t recall anything more uncomfortable in her life than having this al.
Her boss didn’t say a word, just ate with elegant movents, executing the aristocratic rule of not speaking during als to the extre.
Since the boss wasn’t talking, she didn’t dare talk either, burying her head in food, unable to taste any of the deliciousness.
Finally, when they paid the bill and left, she felt she could finally end the ordeal, the farewell words she had brewed for so long were about to spill out—
"Where would you like to go for leisure?" the boss asked.
Qu Fulan: What does that an?
The boss looked at her with inquiry in his eyes.
Qu Fulan, "...Boss, aren’t you busy?" What does he want to do?
But indeed, the boss raised his wrist to check the ti, Qu Fulan followed his gaze, his wrist worn with a limited edition watch, he had over a dozen different limited edition watches, sotis matching his outfit.
"I have two more hours," the boss said after checking the ti.
What does that have to do with ?
"...Then please go to work, don’t worry about ." Qu Fulan tried hard to explain.
The boss frowned, "Do you go on blind dates with others like this?"
Like what? Qu Fulan truly couldn’t figure out her boss’s aning, precisely speaking, from the mont she saw her boss, she had been bewildered.
Knowing she was the blind date, why did he co?
Why, why, why?
Maybe her confusion was too obvious, the boss actually kindly gave an explanation, "et, eat, then separate, no follow-up?"
The so-called follow-up only exists if the blind date is successful. This...
"You’re not satisfied with ?" The boss caught her expression again.
"How could that be? There’s absolutely no such thing!" Qu Fulan said before she could think.
"So, where would you like to go for leisure?"
Qu Fulan: "..."
She seed to sowhat understand, her boss considered this blind date a success, thus requiring follow-up; for this, he specifically freed up two hours for her.
Oh dear, should she be deeply grateful now?
But wasn’t this blind date a misunderstanding, how could it be successful?
With her boss? How could that be?
Unfortunately, the boss didn’t give her room to be confused; watching her stand still, he actually approached, held her hand, and walked forward.
Holding hands, holding hands...
Qu Fulan felt like a puppet being led forward, a sense of dumbfoundedness.
The boss held her hand...
The boss...
"Boss, you... we... this..." Qu Fulan couldn’t say a complete sentence.
"Off-hours, you can call Jian, or any other title you prefer within reasonable limits," he said.
Qu Fulan: "..."
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