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

Chapter 532 - 86: The Boss and the Secretary

Qu Fulan was waiting, but instead of her boyfriend, a familiar stranger appeared in front of her.That fat guy who had shown interest in Qu Fulan during the class reunion.

His business had grown considerably since then, and now he enjoyed luxury cars and beauties.

But there’s always a restlessness in a man for something he can’t get. Even though he had been with all sorts of women, every time he thought about Qu Fulan, it was like a cat scratching at his heart, unbearably itchy.

Unfortunately, her boyfriend wasn’t just anybody, and he dared not act recklessly. However, he hadn’t heard any news about Qu Fulan marrying into a wealthy family, which made him somewhat unsettled.

From his understanding of women, if they encounter someone with good conditions, they would want to marry quickly to avoid any long-term uncertainty. But there was no movement from Qu Fulan’s side, so surely it must be that rich boy didn’t intend to marry Qu Fulan. He was just toying with her.

As a man, the fat guy understood this well. For instance, he may not have a status like President Pei’s, but even he had to look for a wife who met his family’s requirements in all aspects.

Graduated from a famous university, not too old, reasonably good-looking for the benefit of the next generation’s genes. Aside from that, she should know how to respect her in-laws and occasionally support the man in his career.

Thinking this way, Qu Fulan actually met all the conditions, but alas... the fat guy wouldn’t marry a woman another man had been with, though he wouldn’t mind having some fun.

No regrets if he could have her once in this lifetime.

No sooner had he thought about her than he coincidentally ran into her.

Qu Fulan was standing alone in front of a department store, looking rather forlorn, stirring imagination.

Could it be that President Pei had dumped her? Otherwise, why would the girlfriend of President Pei leave the house alone without any company?

The fat guy was eager to act; he abandoned the woman next to him, tossed her some money to make her leave the car, then straightened his tie and clothes, and stepped off the car looking all proper and neat.

Qu Fulan saw her chubby-faced classmate and felt a twinge of discomfort, nodding slightly in response to his greeting.

The fat guy ignored her cold demeanor and enthusiastically struck up a conversation.

"Why are you here alone? Where are you headed? I’ll give you a ride."

Once she was in his car, the rest would follow naturally after they got to bed.

Qu Fulan, enduring her discomfort, moved aside a little to avoid the pungent odors mixed with alcohol emanating from the fat guy.

"No need to trouble you; I’m waiting for my boyfriend."

"Got yourself a new boyfriend again? What does he do? Maybe I know him."

If he knew him, it would mean he’s in the same circle. If not, the guy’s status wasn’t worth mentioning.

Qu Fulan didn’t know how he concluded she had a new boyfriend, thinking he was just talking nonsense, choosing not to engage further, "I have things to do, I’m leaving."

With that, she raised her foot to leave, and the fat guy reached out to grab her, but Qu Fulan agilely dodged, then frowned, "What are you doing?"

The fat guy looked a bit awkward, knowing he was at fault for trying to touch her. However, Qu Fulan’s dark expression annoyed him, "It’s just classmates running into each other, exchanging a few words. What are you so worked up about?"

After saying that, he attempted to grab Qu Fulan’s hand again, a hand smooth and delicate which he hadn’t touched before.

Qu Fulan dodged again, causing the fat guy to flush with shame and anger, "What are you dodging for? A leftover woman, I am willing to touch you, and you should feel fortunate!"

Passersby stopped at his words to watch the scene.

Everyone loves to watch some drama unfold.

The fat guy wasn’t afraid of being watched by others, rather he felt smug, "A gold digger who clings to rich men for money, now dumped, and I am willing to take over, what’s with the aloof act?"

Qu Fulan didn’t expect her old classmate to become such a degenerate, ruining her reputation in public, but she didn’t rush to explain. Why should she explain just because someone slapped a crime label on her?

She decided to fight fire with fire, framing him to see how he’d explain, "It’s not for you to concern yourself with what kind of person I am. Instead, a few years ago, you hit someone with your car and dragged him for a kilometer, flattening his features. I heard that afterwards you relied on your family’s wealth and power to handle things, not paying a dime. Watch out, you might get struck by lightning for such cruel deeds!"

The fat guy’s face darkened; his family had worked so hard to settle that matter, and now bringing it up in public left him furious. He stepped forward to hit Qu Fulan, "You filthy slut..."

His hand just rose when a gasp came from the onlookers. Qu Fulan wanted to dodge, but the crowd behind her blocked her retreat, and she watched as the slap headed her way.

Before it could reach her, a hand appeared from nowhere, grabbing it and twisting it cruelly to the side. The feeling of a near-broken hand bone overwhelmed the fat guy before he could howl in pain. An immense force hit his side, sending him flying into a nearby object, rolling to the ground with a loud crash.

More people gathered to watch, and they saw a ball of something curled on the ground. It was so fat that many initially didn’t realize it was a person and thought it was a sack full of stuff that had fallen on the ground.

More compelling than the "sack" was the tall man standing there, blending with the skyscrapers behind, like a page out of a glossy magazine.

Qu Fulan was taken aback at first by the fat guy flying off, then she saw Pei Ji’an, and felt a sense of relief, "You’re here?"

Not sparing a glance at the groaning lump on the ground.

The surrounding people didn’t bother with the groaning lump either, too captivated by the handsome man and beautiful woman in front. Clearly a couple, perfectly matched and pleasing to the eye.

Such exquisite pairings are rare to see, so everybody tried to soak up the sight, some even couldn’t help but take out phones to snap photos.

Pei Ji’an took a handkerchief from the bodyguard and wiped his hands clean. Then he leisurely instructed, "Call the police, check the surveillance, find a lawyer."

Having said that, he wrapped his arm around Qu Fulan’s waist, lowering his head to ask if she was alright. When Qu Fulan shook her head, he lowered his brows and took her away.

Not far away, a luxury black car was quietly parked, the driver already respectfully holding the door open.

Such a scene could usually only be seen on TV, making the crowd all that more eager to watch.

Men and women, young and old, were all there. The men eyed the car, the women eyed the people. Everyone had their own amazements.

When the car hit the road, Qu Fulan belatedly began to worry, "Will this get out of hand?"

Hitting someone in public, even if there’s a reason, could seem entirely unjustifiable to some.

If a video finds its way online, stirs public opinion, it could be troublesome, and even a timely clarification might not reach everyone.

If Pei Family’s rivals took the chance to exploit the issue, it could complicate things further.

"The Pei Family spends a lot of money maintaining their PR department each year. It’s not for nothing."

As long as it isn’t a matter of principle or a breach of law, there’s nothing that can’t be handled with PR.

Qu Fulan relaxed, "What do you plan to do with that fat guy?"

With police called in and a lawyer hired, it definitely wouldn’t be a small matter.