Qu Fulan attended a few parties and soon beca a familiar face. Every ti she showed up, quite a few socialites and wealthy ladies would co over to chat with her, and their friendliness made it seem as though they had been best friends since childhood.
Life in a wealthy family is glamorous, but the hardships behind it are unimaginable to most people.
The way those eminent ladies walked and the curve of their smiles were all specially trained.
Of course, people from well-off families are trained from a young age, so they naturally handle it effortlessly now.
But for soone like Qu Fulan, who entered halfway, everything had to be learned from scratch.
She had just learned for three months and already felt like it was harder than the college entrance exam.
Even her best friends said she had beco a big shot, and getting an appointnt with her was as hard as reaching the sky.
Qu Fulan couldn’t help it; her schedule was packed, and the team of five housekeepers supervised her relentlessly every day, so she couldn’t even slack off if she wanted to.
Otherwise, the team would wait for her outside rain or shine, and knowing it was a strategy of suffering hardship, she didn’t have the heart to let a senior person wait for her.
She felt most relaxed when visiting her mom in the hospital, and she always had a feeling of not wanting to leave once she stayed.
Regarding her current life, Mrs. Qu was initially surprised because she hadn’t anticipated her daughter needing to do these things.
She thought the two youngsters were just casually dating.
Perhaps so people might say Mrs. Qu was vain, knowing her daughter was involved in a love affair with no conclusion but not stopping it.
However, Mrs. Qu wasn’t vain; she had seen through many things. Even if her daughter switched partners to date, it’s not likely she’d find an ending either; she couldn’t possibly stop every one of them, could she?
Knowing there’s no outco shouldn’t an not dating, and knowing humans will eventually perish shouldn’t an not living. Life shouldn’t be that way; it should be about experiencing everything when the opportunity arises, living in the mont is most important.
Another reason Mrs. Qu didn’t disagree is that she felt the boss looked responsible and reliable.
Facts proved she wasn’t wrong; he was willing to marry her daughter, so he was nurturing her in this manner.
"Actually, every path in life is filled with hardships. Rich people have their worries; poor people have their sorrows—it’s all about how you choose. Once you choose, don’t regret it easily—there’s no regret dicine in this world."
Qu Fulan understood her mother’s aning, telling her marrying into a wealthy family would an being free from worry about food and clothing, embracing riches and glory. Yet, the rules in a wealthy family are complicated; having money doesn’t an you’ll be happy. However, marrying an average person doesn’t guarantee lifelong happiness either; poverty brings misery that explains many issues.
What choice does Qu Fulan have nowadays? She’s busy all day like a spinning top, where’s the chance to et soone else?
If it weren’t the case, she wouldn’t have gone on the path of matchmaking before.
Moreover, she couldn’t be wooing the boss while ssing around with others—what would that beco?
Besides, her relationship with the boss is still very stable.
He buys her gifts and flowers on various holidays, takes her to watch movies and to amusent parks.
She doesn’t know where the boss learned it from; anyway, since they started dating, he’s quite good at being romantic, whereas previously he seed not like soone who understood romance at all.
After undergoing various training, now going out on a date makes Qu Fulan incredibly happy.
She wants to eat everything, buy everything she sees; if it were any other man, he might indulge her a little, considering they hadn’t gone out on a date for a long ti. Shouldn’t he spoil his girlfriend a bit?
Nonetheless, the boss remains as rational as ever.
"You can’t eat junk food."
"Too spicy is bad for the stomach."
"High-calorie food is unhealthy."
...
After a series of actions, Qu Fulan’s interest in the date diminished significantly, and she couldn’t help but complain.
"It’s hard to co out once; eating occasionally won’t kill ."
She also had a point, and the man didn’t veto her. Qu Fulan instantly turned her complaint into coquetry, "Just eat once, I promise not to eat it again afterward!"
The boss looked at her without saying a word.
Qu Fulan wore a pitiful expression, feeling quite sorry for herself.
After a while, she got to eat sothing she had been craving.
Worried about bothering the boss, she opted out of stinky tofu, and gave up on snail noodles too—after all, she could eat other things, so missing out on those two wasn’t a big deal.
She indulged during the day, but by night, her stomach started to ache, and the boss didn’t look happy, not forgetting to call the family doctor.
Qu Fulan weakly defended, "I used to eat all the ti without issues..."
Under the boss’s powerful aura, she stopped continuing her explanation.
In the end, after seeing the doctor and taking dication, her stomach felt sowhat better, but even after falling asleep at night, her stomach would occasionally ache, preventing her from sleeping soundly.
"Is it very uncomfortable?" A deep voice sounded in her ear, and Qu Fulan opened her eyes to see him sitting by the bed. In the gentle light, the man’s cold expression appeared softened.
Qu Fulan suddenly felt a bit aggrieved. Just like when she fell as a kid; if parents didn’t see, it was fine, but if they saw, she would feel imnsely wronged.
She nodded her head but didn’t dare to say it out loud, after all, she was greedy.
The boss looked at her without speaking, rely reaching out to rub her head and forehead.
"It’s better to eat less high-calorie and fried foods," the boss said.
Qu Fulan was speechless this ti.
Perhaps seeing how uncomfortable she was, those things she needed to learn temporarily stopped, and he would find ti to accompany her. Most of the ti, he worked while she played alone.
Qu Fulan asked him what about his work and whether hers would just stop like that.
He said to wait until she mastered those things before discussing it.
After hearing that, Qu Fulan felt her future was bleak, thinking she’d have to learn those hobbies and rules for two or three years before really getting the hang of it.
Qu Fulan now realized how she used to complain about the hardships of work; only now does she know work is actually the easiest thing compared to learning those various rules.
Indeed, only after losing so things do you appreciate them.
But Qu Fulan wouldn’t dwell in pessimism; she easily convinced herself.
Others need to pay tuition to learn various skills, but she gets it for free. Not to ntion high-level coaches give one-on-one lessons, maybe it seems useless now, but in life, having more skills doesn’t weigh one down.
Even if she said goodbye to the boss later, the skills she learned wouldn’t be lost—not a loss.
Having figured it out, Qu Fulan continued to play carefree. Since learning those skills, her ti every day was packed full, not even having ti to hold the phone, let alone enjoying ti alone.
The March sunlight was very warm, she lounged on a recliner to sunbathe for a while, then got up to go fishing by the river.
This was the boss’s private farm. In the past, Qu Fulan just thought fishing was boring, but now she even found joy in fishing.
However, for her, fishing was more about enjoying her personal world; catching fish wasn’t important.
Halfway through fishing, she set down the fishing rod and played with mud, like the water pump she played with as a child, built with mud and watching the water stream down was endlessly delightful.
Anyway, Qu Fulan could amuse herself alone, and the boss watched while working, occasionally glancing back, feeling amazed, as though it was the first ti he’d seen soone entertaining themselves to this degree.
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