Qu Fulan underwent a month of intense training, and indeed, she slimd down to ninety-two pounds.
Every day... was extrely fulfilling. If she wasn’t exercising, she was on her way to exercise. Her life was incredibly routine, even more so than in the military.
While a routine life can be beneficial, Qu Fulan found it rather aningless.
Living a life where you can’t eat what you like or sleep whenever you wish, no matter how much money you have, felt pointless to her.
Celebrities can endure this lifestyle because, along with high inco, they have the support of fans. She was neither a celebrity nor making millions daily, yet she lived this lifestyle, which was truly torturous.
So when her boyfriend finally had so free ti, she couldn’t help but vent her frustrations.
"I don’t think it’s necessary to live like this, just to look good on cara. I can’t even eat or drink freely."
"I’m not a celebrity, I don’t need a manager."
"I get up earlier than chickens every day, though I do go to sleep pretty early, having to surrender my phone by nine o’clock..."
As Qu Fulan counted on her fingers, the boss said sothing that instantly took away her desire to continue.
"This is a healthy lifestyle. Once you get used to it, you’ll be fine," the boss said.
Qu Fulan turned her head to look out the car window, the light in her eyes dimming like twilight as everything around began to darken.
In the past month, the boss was either on a business trip or on his way to one. Their only communication was via phone, and each conversation lasted under ten minutes.
Moreover, she could only talk to him when he had ti to call her. If she called him, he wouldn’t necessarily be available.
In other words, he could contact her anyti, but she couldn’t do the sa with him.
As his forr secretary, she had always known his character. A workaholic, prioritizing work above all else; he was always like this.
Like a work machine without any emotion.
Such a person is impeccable as a boss, but as a boyfriend...
"I don’t like living like this," Qu Fulan said slowly.
The boss looked at her, not speaking.
Qu Fulan also looked at him but couldn’t detect any emotion in his eyes.
Finally, just as he seed to want to say sothing, the phone rang again.
Once he answered the call, it usually ant sothing had co up.
Sure enough, after finishing the call, he instructed the driver to take her back ho. Upon reaching the destination, he ruffled her hair, "Don’t think too much, go back and rest early."
Qu Fulan stood alone behind, watching the boss’s departing figure, seeing his car slowly fade from her sight.
Then, instead of going ho, she took a cab to the hospital.
On the way, she received several calls from her manager, all of which she ignored.
Because today the boss returned, the manager assud the couple needed private space, so she didn’t dare to follow, rely reminding her from ti to ti to pay attention to her diet.
After not answering the phone, a few WeChat ssages were sent.
Arriving at the hospital, Qu Fulan surprisingly felt a sense of coming ho.
In front of Mrs. Qu, Fulan naturally did not show any unusual behavior.
But what kind of person was Mrs. Qu? How could she not see her daughter’s forced smile?
"How have you been lately?" Mrs. Qu asked.
Qu Fulan smiled flawlessly, "I’ve been doing great, eating well, drinking well, and sleeping well every day."
Mrs. Qu sighed, "Good or bad isn’t just about what you say, the key is how you feel inside."
Qu Fulan was hit where it hurt, nearly unable to maintain her smile.
Her mother saw through it.
"If there’s anything bothering you, just tell . Don’t keep it bottled up. It’s not good to let it fester."
Fulan’s initial slight grievance turned into a full-blown one upon hearing her mother’s words.
"I don’t like living like that..."
What kind of life?
Even if her daughter didn’t elaborate, Mrs. Qu could guess.
She knew her daughter’s capabilities. If you were to say she could handle anything, she surely could, and whatever she promised to do, she would make sure to do well.
But to err is human.
You can expect soone to do things perfectly at work, but you can’t expect her to maintain a perfect image 24/7 in life.
Perhaps so can achieve this, but that’s because they grew up in a certain social circle that nurtured such habits from a young age.
Fulan was different; she suddenly found herself in this situation and had to change to fit into such a life.
This wasn’t an easy thing to do.
Unless she was purely pursuing money and status, she wouldn’t have her current troubles.
Unfortunately, Fulan pursued the enjoynt of life rather than becoming a machine of life.
"Your inner thoughts matter. Others may not see how you truly feel, but you know, and then make judgnts based on those inner thoughts. It might not be the most correct judgnt, but it will certainly be the most suitable for you."
After leaving the hospital, Fulan still had those words from her mother echoing in her mind.
As the cool night breeze blew over, she seed to have a complete revelation.
No longer trapped by those various worries from before.
There was simply no need.
She had been confessed to by a handso, wealthy man, even if it might not have been a confession, the result was that they were together.
During this ti, she had felt her heart race, and for this relationship, she was willing to compromise and give.
But the result of compromise and giving doesn’t have to be a happy ending.
No one can guarantee a relationship will last forever.
How many people discover they aren’t suitable for each other after they start dating?
Then it’s ti to end it when it should be ended.
The so-called "ti to end it" is when the relationship makes you feel uncomfortable or exhausted; that’s the signal to call it off.
She’s just an ordinary person, unable to fit into that high-status world.
So there’s no need to force it, having tried up till now ans she tried her best, and that’s enough.
...
After "striking" her training for a week, with countless unsuccessful attempts from her manager and the housekeeper to persuade her, Fulan finally waited for the boss to return from his business trip.
"Let’s break up."
In the boss’s private mansion, Fulan’s voice was utterly clear.
The housekeeper and Cai, who were preparing dinner for the boss, nearly dropped their utensils upon hearing her words.
They then retreated together into the kitchen, shutting the door tight, completely isolating themselves from the conversation outside.
For the boss to be seen going through a breakup would not be pleasant.
If they knew Miss Qu was so resolute, they wouldn’t have ticulously prepared this dinner, hoping only that the boss and Miss Qu would happily enjoy a candlelit dinner.
Miss Qu’s behavior recently was, in fact, a signal. But neither the housekeeper nor Cai thought she was serious, thinking she was just throwing a tantrum, because who would give up the glory of the Pei Family?
Who knew...
Cai regretted deeply, having hoped Miss Qu would retract her temper upon seeing President Pei and continue in her usual way.
If she’d known this would happen, she’d have run as far as she could...
The boss, about to prepare napkins, paused, looking at his girlfriend across the table.
"What did you say?"
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