"Don’t you think this is moving too fast?" Qu Fulan was bewildered for quite a while before squeezing out this sentence.
The first day was the blind date, the second day a private mansion visit, and by the third day, they’re considering cohabitation!
It’s as if taking a rocket to the moon.
The man spoke as if he was comnting on the good weather today, "Maintaining a superior-subordinate relationship is not conducive for the developnt of our feelings. Cohabitation would allow for better adjustnt."
Isn’t this just being shaless? If the adjustnt doesn’t work, she’ll end up with nothing.
The boss then said, "Cohabitation but separate rooms, you don’t need to worry."
Qu Fulan may not have eaten pork, but she’s seen pigs run; n saying things like this are as unreliable as promises made in bed. Once inside the den of thieves, her fate is no longer hers to dictate.
She decisively refused.
"No, I still think it’s too fast; I can’t adapt."
The boss didn’t insist, his tone still calm, "You don’t need to guard against . You’ve been with for two years; you should know my character."
His character?
Without ntioning anything else, Qu Fulan is aware when it cos to romantic relationships.
Nowadays, n with a bit of wealth are terribly unfaithful, indulging in frivolity.
Even those who are married still flirt outside.
Yet at her boss’s level, having been with him for two years, traveling far and wide, she has never seen him open a hotel room with any woman or maintain a girlfriend.
To say he is disinterested in won would not be an overstatent.
In fact, there have been won who pursued him, bewitched by his looks and status, but he paid them no mind.
The only thing he cared about was work, a bona fide workaholic.
Judging by the boss’s personality, his proposal for cohabitation is probably solely for efficiency.
Like his demand for efficiency at work, nurturing feelings like squeezing toothpaste is not his style.
Cohabitation is indeed a quick way to get to know each other; a period of living together could reveal compatibility.
Besides, isn’t trial marriage trendy right now?
But knowing this and accepting it are different; Qu Fulan herself found it hard to accept.
Others who try marriage have so emotional foundation and do so with marriage as a goal.
Qu Fulan refrains from asking the boss whether his goal is marriage; after all, he even ntioned the marital ho, asking further would only yield a more shocking answer.
The topic of cohabitation thus passed by.
However, regarding the relationship, things continued in a confused manner.
Qu Fulan thought the boss’s ntion of going back to the Pei Mansion yesterday was just talk, but once work ended, he indeed wanted to take her to the Pei Mansion.
Having worked all day, Qu Fulan was a bit tired and took a short nap, and when she opened her eyes, she was at the Pei Mansion entrance, startled to the point of wanting to get off and walk back.
Only after emphasizing thoroughly that she wasn’t ntally prepared did the boss finally drop the idea.
Regarding emotions, no need to ntion at least in action; the boss’s execution ability was very strong, which made Qu Fulan understand clearly that she absolutely couldn’t speak carelessly, as the boss would take it seriously.
A man adept at work also using the sa approach for romance is evidently not feasible, but unfortunately, the boss didn’t realize, and Qu Fulan didn’t remind him. How could she remind him of such things? Anyway, she felt that this sudden relationship would suddenly disappear as well, best to wait and see.
The news about Qu Fulan’s successful blind date still eventually reached Mrs. Qu’s ears.
Mrs. Qu knew her daughter was on a blind date, even held hopeful expectations for it.
The mother naturally knew her daughter’s prospects from childhood; it’s just she was a bit strict before, and her daughter didn’t have any boyfriends during her school years.
After entering society, not only was she sick, her daughter worked like a spinning top, without any chance to breathe, no ti for boyfriends. Thus, matchmaking was naturally needed.
Then suddenly, news of her daughter’s successful blind date reached her, naturally stirring a mother’s care.
"What does he do, how old is he, where does he live? When will you bring him ho for to see?"
Qu Fulan found it troubleso; she couldn’t just brush her mom off with a few words like she does with her friends. She had to give at least a reasonable explanation.
"He has a car and apartnt; his conditions are not bad. He’s three or four years older than , a local. Haven’t had ti to ask where he lives; he’s quite busy with business, probably can’t bring him back anyti soon."
Wait until ti passes by and say goodbye.
Honestly, Qu Fulan always felt if the relationship with the boss ended, her job would also reach its end.
That’s the drawback of dating a superior; things are fine while romantically involved, but once broken up, it’s untenable.
"Is he so busy? He doesn’t even have ti for a look; his conditions must be very good then. Isn’t he not interested in you?"
The mother knew her daughter’s prospects, that she usually matched well with whover she t, successful in their eyes, except she wasn’t interested herself.
This ti she agreed; does that an he isn’t into her? If interested, he wouldn’t fail to see her despite knowing about her illness. That’s not the attitude of soone pursuing a girl.
A man not interested in her daughter must be soone with very good conditions, not lacking won around, thus not easily swayed by shallow appearances.
Mrs. Qu’s judgnt was indeed sharp, guessing the man’s conditions were excellent, although her other guesses were mistaken, probably because Qu Fulan provided misleading information.
Qu Fulan always knew her mother wasn’t easy to fool, so she spoke half-truths, which still led to partial accuracy.
"Maybe."
Mrs. Qu furrowed her brow, starting to worry, "If he isn’t into you, then don’t be with him. Forced relationships aren’t sweet."
"I’m not forcing anything; currently, it’s just a phase of adaptation, and it’s uncertain whether it will succeed." Qu Fulan spoke honestly with this statent.
Mrs. Qu sighed, "I know you want to be assured, but don’t just settle for soone. If truly unsuitable, don’t force it. I’m not one to boast; look at Mrs. Wang’s daughter, married to a small company boss, had three daughters this year, and they plan to continue until they have a son. The once vibrant child now bears exhaustion from one child after another, though they’re not worried about money, life isn’t easy, and her mother flaunts the supposed good marriage; if such were the case, I’d rather you marry soone average."
Qu Fulan knew Mrs. Wang’s daughter, having seen her last ti; she indeed looked exhausted. Heard her husband flirted outside, leaving her to care for the kids at ho, not missing money is one thing, but she lacked freedom.
Given her own family’s average conditions, belonging to a high marriage doesn’t have the parental support, her husband could indulge outside, while she had to maintain the household; otherwise, his earnings weren’t spent for her outings, that’s reality.
A living example before her eyes, Qu Fulan naturally wouldn’t do any grand marriage dreams, understanding mismatched marriages tend not to last.
During their talk, Qu Fulan’s phone rang on the table, with ’Boss’ displaying on the screen.
Mrs. Qu: "Oh, it’s so late, and your boss is quite inconsiderate, calling for a social event now?"
Mrs. Qu knew her daughter worked at Pei Group, was aware she was the CEO’s secretary, felt proud for a while until seeing her daughter tirelessly busy, turned all her pride into heartache.
Now she didn’t know that this so-called boss was the very person her daughter had a successful blind date with.
If she knew, who knows what her thoughts would be.
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