"A poor couple experiences endless sorrows, and I think there’s so truth in what he says." The best friend who knew the situation said, "If this ti he doesn’t force you to learn those suffocating etiquettes."
Qu Fulan wasn’t sure what she was thinking about, not paying much attention to her friend’s words.
Suddenly, a commotion was heard outside the office.
The door to Qu Fulan’s office wasn’t closed, and she looked out with her friend, seeing a tall figure appearing inside the studio, followed by Assistant Cai.
Both were carrying things in their hands. Qu Fulan went over and found they had brought breakfast, from a Michelin restaurant no less.
There were over ten employees in the studio, and everyone got a share. Everyone wore excited smiles and thanked them repeatedly.
So employees didn’t recognize the tall, handso, and aristocratic man, but so knew. After being flattered, they introduced him to everyone.
Only then did they know that this was actually the president of the Pei Family!
What was his purpose here?
Everyone wasn’t foolish, and realized he might be pursuing soone. Although the studio signed internet celebrities, not stars, internet celebrities were also quite attractive, so attracting one or two wealthy patrons was normal.
"Why did you co over?" Qu Fulan initially wanted to ask "What are you doing?" but thought it sounded a bit stiff, considering he brought breakfast, and as the saying goes, "accepting gifts makes you hesitant to question."
"I brought breakfast for you," he said.
The people around suddenly understood, the one President Pei was pursuing was Miss Qu! That seed very normal, not only was she a standout in the studio, but even in the entertainnt industry, Miss Qu’s looks were top-notch.
Under the ambiguous gazes of everyone, Qu Fulan couldn’t quite handle it, "Thanks, I’ll treat you next ti."
This was essentially sending him away.
President Pei showed a helpless expression, "I haven’t had breakfast either."
Indeed, Assistant Cai still had two servings left, one for him and one for her. He intended to stay and eat with her, forcing Qu Fulan to invite him into her office.
Her friend had already grabbed breakfast and flown elsewhere, and Assistant Cai also left, leaving just the two of them in the office.
The door to Qu Fulan’s office was still open, and while eating, the people outside unintentionally glanced over, but because of the distance, couldn’t hear what they were saying, nor did they see any intimate actions.
Qu Fulan considered closing the door, but felt it seed inappropriate, like she was hiding sothing.
"Next ti, don’t do such things," Qu Fulan said to Pei Ji’an.
"I don’t even have a chance to pursue you now?" President Pei showed a wry smile.
This expression from a usually aloof man always felt incongruous, yet strangely deep.
Qu Fulan couldn’t quite describe her feelings. Most won enjoy being pursued, as long as the man isn’t too awful.
Although Pei Ji’an’s approach was high-profile and unaccustod for her, undeniably, her vanity was sowhat satisfied.
But that didn’t an she’d succumb.
Last ti, she muddledly got involved with her boss, spending exhausting days.
"It’s hard for to get used to this," Qu Fulan sincerely expressed how she felt. It was normal for her to not be accustod to the aloof boss suddenly becoming approachable.
"You’ll get used to it after a few tis," the boss opened the thermos box and handed it to her.
"..." The straightforward-in-love boss suddenly understood how to be more indirect; how should she handle this?
Looking at the Michelin breakfast in front of her, Qu Fulan couldn’t help but say, "Earlier, it was really considerate of you to lower your standards and accompany for those breakfasts."
"That was my choice, it had nothing to do with you."
A smart person, unless unwilling to learn, can infer from one instance; this applies to emotions as well.
One flattering word followed another, and Qu Fulan couldn’t help but want to uncover sothing, "Those breakfasts were hard to eat, right?"
"The taste was okay, but the seasoning was a bit heavy, eating too much is bad for the health."
"But that’s just the life we ordinary people live."
"For young people working outside, relying on takeout is very common. But if conditions allow, they’d rather cook themselves or eat at ho because no one wants to ruin their health."
"What if there are no conditions?"
When focused on work, who has that much free ti? Getting ho exhausted each day, where’s the energy to cook?
"If you’re with , you’ll have the conditions."
Otherwise, it’s uncertain when it cos to others.
Thinking of the past situation, Qu Fulan laughed self-mockingly, "Yes, of course you have the conditions."
No need for extra words.
Pei Ji’an instead said, "Continue living as you did before; don’t overthink things."
Only shy of saying he wouldn’t force her to learn those cumberso rules.
His accommodating words made Qu Fulan pleasantly surprised, but past experiences were too deep, and she couldn’t forget them instantly.
"Why do you insist on troubling ?"
So many won, finding one suitable for him would be easy, yet he insists on pursuing soone very different—what else is this but making things difficult?
Pei Ji’an, "Does liking soone require that many reasons?"
"Doesn’t liking soone require reasons?"
"Not for ."
"Then what do you need?"
"Need a feeling."
"What kind of feeling?"
Pei Ji’an looked at her, seriously explained, "The feeling where I can accept sleeping on the sa bed with you, but can’t accept another woman lying beside ."
This explanation was indeed straightforwardly crude yet clearly understood!
Qu Fulan luckily didn’t drink milk, or she’d have spat it out, but the final outco wasn’t much better; her husband’s straightforwardness made her cheeks flush and ears turn red.
Thus, the pursuit of a wife by President Pei began.
Daily breakfasts, plus pick-ups and drop-offs, even inviting her to watch movies; these were done last ti they dated, hence not surprising.
What was surprising was that earlier, when doing these things, he seed to be following steps, thodically, completing each phase like an emotionless tool.
Now, he seed alive.
If soday he couldn’t show up, he’d call to explain why he couldn’t co.
Qu Fulan would say, "We aren’t really involved; you don’t need to explain."
He wasn’t annoyed, "We indeed aren’t involved, but I’m pursuing you and don’t want you to misunderstand ."
"What’s there to misunderstand? I’m busy."
"I want you to have a good impression of ."
Does Qu Fulan have a good impression of him?
Not quite, but she’s certainly amazed at his transformation.
Because in her impression, or as far as her understanding of the boss goes, he’s not one to easily change; his rules are his market’s standards.
So now, seeing him change, Qu Fulan was both amazed and observing to what extent he’d change.
Qu Fulan isn’t one to stick rigidly to beliefs; avoiding problems isn’t the solution.
Otherwise, even with other n, she can’t guarantee no issues will arise, and when they do, would she avoid them?
Clearly, facing and solving problems is the way to settle them.
She also wanted to see how he’d untangle the issues that existed before.
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