Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!

Chapter 507 - 61: Boss and Secretary

The woman raised both fists and kept pounding on him, venting her anger.Pei Ji’an stood still like a mountain, letting her vent to save her dignity.

After a few hits on the man’s muscular body, Qu Fulan’s hands started to hurt. She couldn’t even vent her anger and ended up with a work injury instead.

She glared at him fiercely, then turned around in shame and anger, intending to leave. But she was pulled back, her cheek collided with his chest, and then she was completely imprisoned in his embrace. He held her so tightly that she almost couldn’t breathe.

"You really have no conscience!" he spoke through gritted teeth.

Qu Fulan initially wanted to struggle, but after hearing this, she stopped moving.

Although he spoke through clenched teeth, she sensed his tension and fear.

She knew the reason why the information was released, but he did not. Without receiving her safety call, he must have spent the whole night worrying. Then, he couldn’t wait to come over the next day, only to miss her again. The bitterness of the situation could only be known to him.

Qu Fulan’s initially shame-filled and angry heart slowly calmed down. She raised her hand to embrace his waist and back, and a muffled voice came out from his chest.

"I really didn’t do it on purpose..." As soon as she spoke, she felt an inexplicable familiarity, then remembered that this was what she had said to him the night she acted first and informed him later.

After a moment of shame and blushing, she thickened her skin to continue explaining, "There’s no signal in the mountains. I sent you many messages, made many calls, and..."

Pei Ji’an released her, and Qu Fulan thought her explanation had worked, but then her lips suddenly felt warm.

He kissed her, forcefully, as if trying to devour her whole, making her tongue go numb. She tried to push him, but couldn’t; it was only after he was satisfied with the kiss that he let go.

Outside, her friend’s voice could be heard, calling them to eat.

Qu Fulan then realized why he let her go; he had heard footsteps, oh, his ears were really sharp; she hadn’t even heard it.

The two of them went out one after another. Qu Fulan fell in line with her friend, who made faces at her, causing Qu Fulan’s cheeks to burn a little.

They were eating at the drying yard, men on one side, women on the other, as the men were going to drink.

Qu Fulan’s table was right next to Pei Ji’an’s, so she could clearly hear their conversation.

It was Pei Ji’an chatting with the village chief, asking about the village’s situation.

For instance, why no road repairs were done despite meeting policy requirements, what the villagers lived on, and the state of the school education, etc.

The villagers rested quite early. After dinner, some went home to feed chickens, ducks, and pigs, while others chatted at the village entrance. By about nine o’clock, the entire village quieted down.

The village consisted of about fifty or sixty households. Qu Fulan’s studio had already brought over a dozen people, taking up quite a few rooms in the farmers’ houses. Pei Ji’an also brought several people, and not all the farmers’ houses had extra rooms available.

After much arrangement, there were still five or six people without a place to stay, including Pei Ji’an. Actually, he had a place to stay if he wanted to; the village chief had invited him over for the night, but Pei Ji’an gave up his spot for others.

Qu Fulan took out tents that the studio had prepared, letting them set up tents to sleep in a spacious area.

Her friend was quite anxious, saying she’d go sleep somewhere else to make room for her and President Pei. Qu Fulan just shook her head; after all, this was someone else’s home, living together as boyfriend and girlfriend was not quite appropriate.

But she still went to check his tent, which was quite nice, and he didn’t seem uncomfortable at all. Some things were missing, though, so Qu Fulan ran back to the room to get some essentials she had brought for him.

The man stood to the side, looking on faintly, and finally quipped, "You really came well-prepared."

"Since it’s a month-long stay, more preparation is necessary."

After Qu Fulan said this and saw he didn’t respond, she turned to look at him. Everyone’s tents had lamps hanging, so there was some brightness, but Pei Ji’an’s expression was hidden in the flickering light, making it hard to see his expression clearly.

"Are you guys leaving tomorrow?"

"What else?"

Qu Fulan was choked with anger; that time when he kissed her so hard, she thought they had reconciled.

She looked around, seeing no one was paying attention, and whispered, "You’re leaving tomorrow, can’t you talk properly?"

"Can’t."

Qu Fulan was irritated, packed up, and with a backpack, walked away. After two steps, she couldn’t resist returning, went to his side, and stepped on his foot hard, successfully hearing the man hiss, then she ran far away.

The next day, Qu Fulan woke up at nine o’clock, not needing to get up early every day since she wasn’t filming sunrise scenes daily. With a whole month ahead, she needed enough rest to work well.

Only after getting up did she find out that Pei Ji’an’s group had already left.

Qu Fulan felt a nameless churning in her heart, that he left without even saying goodbye.

Stubborn man!

Although her mood wasn’t great, she still gathered herself to go shooting.

Two days went by like this, and then Pei Ji’an returned. This time, it wasn’t just him and his team; some officials also came to verify some situations in the village.

Only in the evening did Qu Fulan learn that the village was going to have a road repaired and that the village’s school received a large grant.

The villagers were extremely grateful and crowdfunded to slaughter a pig to entertain everyone in the evening.

Qu Fulan watched as Pei Ji’an sat among a group of officials, occasionally speaking, his movements relaxed and unconstrained, appearing at ease without oppressing others. The village chief sat opposite him, continually standing up to toast everyone, his eyes overflowing with gratitude.

Qu Fulan felt quite moved.

That’s what the power of the rich is like. Just talk about road repairs and they happen, talk about sponsorship and it’s done, as if it’s all just a flick of the wrist.

Originally, when Qu Fulan came here to shoot and saw the situation in the village, she had thought about helping. But her ability was limited; the best way she could think of was to attract attention through a popular video, eventually bringing what was needed.

Now—

Looking at Pei Ji’an speaking humbly with others, Qu Fulan felt a warmth in her heart.

"President Pei is helping this village because of you; his boyfriend power is too strong." Her friend whispered.

Qu Fulan smiled but said nothing.

She’s not someone who can’t be moved by oil and salt. She knew why he had come all this way and done so much.

"You truly are destined to be fortunate. Even after breaking up once, fortune has returned to your hands. What’s meant for you can’t be shaken off. May my fortune be like yours, and I find such a considerate boyfriend too." Her friend emphatically held Qu Fulan’s arm, as if really absorbing luck.

After the meal, Qu Fulan wanted to take a walk with her boyfriend, as they were still in a "cold war" stage. A chance for reconciliation is needed. Walking on the village paths seemed romantic just imagining it, making it the best way for a natural and unforced reconciliation.

Yet Pei Ji’an was still chatting over there, with no intention of doing so, and she couldn’t just go over and drag him away.