Pei Ji’an didn’t say a word the entire ti. He wasn’t soone who talked much. He liked coming to this restaurant because the food was pretty good, and he often visited. Initially, the place wasn’t so popular. Zhou Shaoyang and his group knew he frequently ca here, so they often showed up too, inadvertently boosting the restaurant’s business as more people started coming.
Apart from having to wait in line more often now, Pei Ji’an also didn’t enjoy crowded places while dining, so he probably wouldn’t be coming back here for als from now on.
Boss Pei had already added this restaurant to his blacklist in his mind, yet Zhang Rongnuan still cluelessly approached.
"I’m about to take over managing a branch office and am in need of an efficient secretary. Considering our families’ friendship, could you lend your secretary for a few days?"
So people are just naturally friendly—eting once makes them feel like they’re acquaintances, and by the second eting, they act familiar, even if the first interaction wasn’t very friendly.
As soon as she asked, Pei Ji’an lifted his head, staring at her sharply, and then spoke in a deep voice, "Let’s go."
Qu Fulan obviously understood it was an invitation for her to leave with him, which she was more than happy to do. She imdiately got up and left with him.
Zhang Rongnuan, "..."
What does this an? Can’t I even ask?
Zhang Rongnuan was left embarrassed and frustrated, feeling downcast and incredulous. She had never been so humiliated in front of that man, especially not in front of such a crowd; he gave her no face at all!
Even though she damaged his antique yesterday, didn’t she later send the butler to compensate him? Does a grown man have to be so petty?
She already let go of his attitude yesterday and tried to greet him today. Normally, wouldn’t a man follow up on a friendly gesture?
He’s just a blockhead!
The other Young Master Yang and his cronies noticed Miss Zhang’s bad mood but pretended not to see it, continuing to joke and play around with others.
Besides, outsiders wouldn’t want to get involved in such matters. If sothing goes wrong, people might say you’re just watching the show instead of helping. And who doesn’t know what kind of person Pei Ji’an is? You can’t even get close to him, let alone joke with him; he never jokes around with people.
anwhile, Qu Fulan had left with Pei Ji’an, feeling a bit resentful towards that Miss Zhang. Who did she think she was, demanding things as if she had every right? Even if she was just an employee, she still had the right to choose her own boss. It’s not like soone could make decisions on her behalf without her consent. Did these wealthy heiresses think the world revolved around them?
She used to hear about the chaos in the world of the rich and thought it was an exaggeration. Now, it seed she just hadn’t seen enough.
Qu Fulan got lost in her thoughts, and the boss had already driven them to her apartnt building. As she unbuckled her seatbelt, she thanked him for the ride.
Then she saw him reverse the car into a parking space and get out with her.
What’s going on?
Qu Fulan, "...Do you still have sothing to do?"
Boss Pei glanced at her, "Not going ho?"
Ho?
She was going ho, but what was he doing?
Suddenly, Qu Fulan understood. He was already walking ahead, not forgetting to remind her, "Let’s go. Why are you standing there?"
Qu Fulan quickly ran up to confirm.
"You, you’re coming to my house..."
"Mm."
"..."
Qu Fulan finally understood the boss’s previous ntion of cohabitation wasn’t just talk. Even though she had argued against it, he hadn’t truly agreed.
The boss did whatever he wanted, never needing anyone else’s opinion.
Qu Fulan still wanted to put up a last-ditch resistance, "It’s so late already, boss. Aren’t you going ho to rest early..."
"I’m staying at your place tonight," the boss stated simply.
Qu Fulan: "...Isn’t that inappropriate? I’m not used to it..."
"You’ll get used to it gradually. Like when I asked you to call Si, you never got used to it, so I have to remind you every ti we et. Sooner or later, you’ll get used to it."
"...Si, this is too sudden. Besides, I don’t have any n’s items at ho; it’s inconvenient..."
"I’ve already had the butler bring things over; you don’t need to prepare anything."
Qu Fulan: "..."
They continued up to her floor, and as soon as they stepped out of the elevator, she saw two suitcases outside her door. Standing next to them was a five-person crew, including the kindly old butler who, along with the other four, was bowing towards them.
"Young Master, the luggage is delivered. Is there anything else you need?"
Qu Fulan: "..." Nobody asked for my opinion from start to finish, it seems.
At this point, there was nothing more she could do, so she resigned herself with a sigh.
Before she could completely recover, the boss had already started directing the arrangent inside.
"Clean up this room to make it my bedroom, move that unused cabinet over here for . Also, based on the room’s layout, get a wardrobe."
"The living room sofa is too old; replace it with a new set. Change the coffee table too, and get a rug identical to the one in my suite to lay here. Put so plants on the balcony; handle it."
"And this kitchen’s design doesn’t match the living room’s; tomorrow, have soone co to assess it."
The butler and the four-person group noted everything without a trace of surprise or shock.
Qu Fulan was speechless by now. She felt like this wasn’t her ho...
That night, Qu Fulan hid in her room, locking the door from inside.
She thought he’d co knocking on her door, considering that cohabitation between a man and a woman wasn’t a simple matter.
But she slept through the night without him coming, not that she wanted him to, but she thought it typical male behavior... Turns out, she misunderstood him.
The boss spent the night in her guest room, and when he got up in the morning, he didn’t complain at all. It was just that when she saw him co out with unkempt hair, she almost wanted to laugh.
Without his mature suit attire, dressed in casual ho wear, the boss looked just like a university student.
But soon, Qu Fulan couldn’t laugh anymore because all she wanted was to use the bathroom in the morning and then go back to bed.
Not the boss, though. Even though he looked groggy when he first walked out, after washing up, he was fully alert, and once he put on his workout clothes, he was ready to exercise.
Not only did he exercise, but he also insisted she join him.
Qu Fulan refused a hundred tis!
It was only six in the morning—a perfect ti for sleeping in, not getting up to exercise!
Unfortunately, she couldn’t withstand the boss’s persistence, and Qu Fulan was forced to change into workout clothes. After freshening up, she went out for a run with him.
It was still chilly in February in the South, and as soon as she stepped outside, Qu Fulan shivered from the cold, and he comnted on her poor constitution.
After running for a bit, her body ward up, and she started sweating, so she wasn’t cold anymore.
Then she had the leisure to enjoy the scenery along the way. She hadn’t expected the morning view to be this beautiful. The key was the peace; unlike the dayti hustle and bustle that made one restless, the quiet surroundings now brought a sense of calm.
The rest of the day was him going back to work while she did her own thing.
Qu Fulan went to the hospital to chat briefly with her mom, then went shopping with her best friend.
She only returned ho in the afternoon, thinking Boss Pei had left already, given the nurous places he worked. Why would he bother staying in her little place?
But when she got back, not only was the boss still there, sitting on the couch working on his laptop, her mother, who had sohow left the hospital, was also sitting on her couch, facing the boss directly.
Upon hearing the door open, the two of them looked over.
Their eyes t, Qu Fulan gulped and couldn’t utter a single word.
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