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

Chapter 505 - 59: Parting for a Month

Qu Fulan needed to travel to a remote area for work.This round trip would take about a month.

This was the first time they would be apart for such a long time since they reconciled.

Qu Fulan felt a wave of farewell sorrow.

However, in this instance, Qu Fulan overlooked a problem. She waited until everything was settled before telling her boyfriend about the month-long business trip, and she would be leaving the next day.

As a result, President Pei was unhappy.

He didn’t show anger; that’s not his style. He was just indifferent, so much so that he acted as if he didn’t see her when she walked past him, treating her like thin air.

Qu Fulan felt a bit guilty; she indeed put him last. If she had planned to do this from the start and told him, it wouldn’t have ended up like this. To put it another way, if he were to make an important decision without telling her in advance, she would have been angry too.

"It’s my first time starting a studio, and I’m lacking in experience. I have a lot on my mind, so it’s inevitable that I overlooked some things. Can’t you forgive me? I’ll video call you every day, just like we were never apart."

Qu Fulan pleaded pitifully, following behind him to apologize.

"The same?" Pei Ji’an quirked his lips lightly in a faint smile, "Your concept of ’the same’ is quite unique."

"Then what do you want? Things have come to this; I’m leaving tomorrow. Are you sure you want to give me the cold shoulder tonight?"

Pei Ji’an looked displeased, "We are together every day. You had plenty of opportunities to tell me, yet you waited until today. Can you say you had no selfish motives?"

Qu Fulan guiltily averted her eyes.

Yes, she had many chances to tell him. The reason she didn’t was her worry that he wouldn’t agree, as it was a remote area and could be quite arduous, so she made the decision without telling him first.

Even with her own mother, she only said she was traveling elsewhere for work, not revealing the truth.

Many people prefer to share good news rather than bad, and she was no exception.

But ultimately, she chose to be honest with her boyfriend, even if it was on the last day, hoping for his understanding and support, but he didn’t show her a pleasant face.

All night he didn’t say a word to her, his face expressionless like a debt collector.

Qu Fulan felt a bit wronged, uncomfortable, and even somewhat angry, upset that he didn’t understand her or take her side.

At night, they didn’t share a room, as Qu Fulan went to sleep in the guest room.

She initially thought she would be too depressed to sleep, but perhaps due to being too busy lately, she fell asleep shortly after lying down.

The next day, she was awoken by an alarm she had set in advance; it was only 5:30 a.m. She had to get up, pack her things, and leave because still needed to prepare at the studio before everyone set off, all time-consuming tasks.

She looked out as she left, and the master bedroom door was still closed. Qu Fulan felt a little disappointed; leaving without his understanding is painful for anyone.

Nonetheless, she quietly closed the door, then planned to tidy up a bit more in the living room before leaving.

So be it; if he’s angry, she’ll just coax him when she returns.

By then, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and all grievances should be resolved.

But in the meantime, she had to take a cab to the studio herself, carrying a ton of stuff, and didn’t have time for breakfast...

So what is the boyfriend doing about it? Dropping the ball at crucial moments, totally unreliable.

sighing inwardly and venting complaints, she unexpectedly noticed a sliver of light coming through the slightly ajar kitchen door, warm and gentle, unusually cozy in this quiet space.

Qu Fulan was momentarily stunned, then quickly walked to the kitchen, pushed open the door—

The man’s tall and slender silhouette was preparing breakfast.

Upon hearing the door, he turned his head to glance at her, his expression aloof and indifferent, then continued making breakfast without a word.

Qu Fulan went over and hugged him from behind, burying her face in his shirt on his back, her muffled voice sounding, "It’s my fault. From now on, whatever it is, I’ll discuss it with you in the first instance."

The man still said nothing, just brought the prepared double breakfast to the table. Qu Fulan sensibly sat down to eat.

He stared at her without blinking, still impassive.

"What?" Qu Fulan touched her face in confusion, then quickly thought of something, got up, and headed to the bathroom.

She had forgotten to brush her teeth and wash her face.

After freshening up and applying some moisturizer, she returned to the dining table. He had already finished and gone back to the bedroom, leaving her alone with her breakfast.

Qu Fulan didn’t say much, quickly finished her breakfast, then prepared to grab a few bags and leave, calling toward the master bedroom, "I’m leaving."

No response. Qu Fulan pouted. Well, this was already quite enough; after all, he was still upset—being able to get up and make her breakfast was already very considerate, can’t ask for more.

Just as she was worrying about how to grab the items, the master bedroom door opened again, and the man, now dressed formally, walked out without looking at her, effortlessly lifted the things, and went out.

Qu Fulan was momentarily dumbfounded, then cheerfully followed him out.

Even though her boyfriend was indifferent, his actions were thoughtful, touched, moved.

Pei Ji’an placed the items in the trunk, then got into the car. Qu Fulan opened the passenger side door and got in.

"I’ll miss you," came Qu Fulan’s posthumous declaration.

The man seemed not to hear, calmly driving.

"I’ll text you every day, make three calls a day, have a video call every night, share everything beautiful about the remote region with you..."

Qu Fulan counted benefits on her fingers until they reached the studio, he didn’t respond at all, but his every action had already expressed everything, and Qu Fulan wasn’t sad at all.

Before getting out, she even leaned into the driver’s seat, holding his face in her hands, kissing the corner of his mouth, "Don’t be mad. I’m about to leave and you haven’t said a single word to me?"

Pei Ji’an leaned on the driver’s seat, looking at her calmly, his hands beside him, neither supporting nor pulling her away, letting her snuggle.

Alright, a man’s last stubbornness, Qu Fulan understood, though evidently angry, not wanting to respond, yet he still made her breakfast and drove her to the studio.

At this moment, Qu Fulan finally felt the pangs of farewell, beginning to miss him even before parting, sigh!

"Get off, it’s about time," he suddenly said, pausing, then adding, "Take care."

Qu Fulan blinked, from last night till now, this was the first thing he said to her, still words of concern.

Annoying man, cold to her all night, and now a single sentence nearly moved her to tears.

Really knows how to get to her.

"I will. You should take care of yourself too. Once I arrive, I’ll assure you I’m safe."

Qu Fulan waved goodbye to her boyfriend.

Watching the car drive further away, Qu Fulan’s heart felt desolate.

But the real desolation was yet to come.

Once she reached the assigned location in the remote area, Qu Fulan realized the mountain had poor network, messages and calls couldn’t get through.

All those promises she made turned to dust.

This was simply the heavens assigning a heavy task to her, inevitably bringing... whatever it was.

Feeling helpless and tearless.