Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 540 The Reasonable Secretary

"Click".

Pushing open the walnut wood door, which has excellent sound insulation, instantly shuts out all the noise, whispers, and romantic atmosphere outside the office, as if a mute button has been pressed.

In the spacious, bright office filled with the faint scent of cedar, Miao Zi was slightly bent over, her posture forming an elegant and focused arc.

Her slender, fair fingers held a stylish, minimalist Nordic-style long-spouted copper kettle, handling it with exquisite care, as if it were a work of art, as she sprinkled glistening water droplets onto several broad, glossy, and vibrant fiddle-leaf figs by the window.

The golden afternoon sunlight streamed through the huge panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, pouring down on her without reservation. It made her black custom-made business suit, with its precise, razor-sharp cut that perfectly accentuated her waist and hip curves, look like a second skin. Her already tall and graceful figure appeared even more breathtaking in the halo of light.

The green plants, artworks, and even the fabric of the sofas in the office were all personally selected and arranged by Miao Zi when Minglu Culture first moved there.

Ye Fan, the hands-off manager, rarely sets foot here; on the contrary, she needs to frequently travel back and forth to handle core decisions on his behalf.

This office, nominally the president's office, had long since become her exclusive territory where she strategized and issued orders.

"Mr. Ye, what brings you here today?"

Hearing the steady footsteps behind her and the soft sound of the door hinges turning, Miao Zi continued her work without stopping. Only after she had finished sprinkling the roots of the last plant did she calmly straighten up and turn around.

Her exquisite face was adorned with a perfectly poised, businesslike smile, and her voice was clear and melodious, like pearls falling onto a plate.

Ye Fan didn't speak, but calmly walked to the large, black leather executive chair that symbolized the center of power and sat down.

He leaned back slightly, settling into the chair back, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. His gaze was fixed intently on her, and he gently beckoned her with his finger.

Miao Zi sighed helplessly, but the tender feelings she had been trying so hard to suppress still leaked out uncontrollably from the depths of her eyes.

She walked with elegant and professional steps to about half a step away from Ye Fan. As soon as she stood still, Ye Fan's long arm swept around her like a cheetah, domineeringly and irresistibly pulling her into his embrace. He then firmly and possessively held her on his strong thighs.

Ye Fan's fingertips, as if carrying an electric current, slid down her slender and firm waist with remarkable ease, finally landing warmly and powerfully on her long, beautiful legs encased in top-quality heavyweight matte black stockings.

It has a delicate, slightly cool touch, yet contains amazing elasticity and vitality. Its impeccable feel is still so familiar that it makes your heart flutter.

Come to think of it, Ye Fan hasn't been back to Jiangwan City for a while now because he's been busy with the dramatic capital attack on Jiangning Pharmaceutical.

The two of them had not been intimate for some time.

Even when they occasionally bump into each other at the Red Bean Building, it's always in a tense, battle-filled trading room, staring intently at the ever-changing candlestick charts. Even a glance feels like a luxury, let alone a moment of tender solitude.

Through the thin stockings, feeling the scorching heat emanating from that large, thick hand, Miao Zi's delicate body, wrapped in a business suit, trembled slightly involuntarily.

"Stop fooling around..."

She bit her luscious lower lip tightly, while using all her strength to hold down Ye Fan's large hand, which was beginning to wander and trying to explore more territory.

She hurriedly raised her hand, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, and tilted her pretty face, flushed with a beautiful blush, her clear eyes filled with shyness and resolute resistance.

"Ye Fan, you are the company boss, and I am your chief personal secretary in the outside world, representing your core image and professional qualities."

Her voice was low, but every word was clear:

"No matter how close we are in private, once you step into this company, you must maintain the authority and distance befitting a boss! If an employee witnesses this, how will you establish your authority in front of management? And how can I, as your secretary, put on a stern face and help you establish rules and authority in front of this group of newly recruited, arrogant and unruly employees?"

Ye Fan took a deep breath of the unique, cool yet slightly warm scent lingering in her hair, and teased her with a playful tone:

"That makes sense. However, those old guys in the company, like Tang Huai'an, who doesn't know that you, Miao Zi, are my rightful and cherished woman? What's there to hide?"

"I know they know perfectly well what's going on!"

Miao Zi gave him a quiet, glaring look, her gaze clear and sharp, carrying the insightful wisdom and unwavering principles unique to a mature woman.

"Precisely because everyone tacitly understands this, I must set an example and draw this clear and unambiguous line between public and private matters!"

Her tone was resolute:

"As the woman closest to you and with the most special power, if I lead the way in blurring the lines between personal and professional matters and acting arrogantly because of your favor, what will the newly hired employees think? What will they think? They'll only see this company as a makeshift operation where nepotism reigns supreme and there's absolutely no professional ethics!"

Miao Zi leaned forward slightly, looking directly into Ye Fan's deep eyes, her words earnest and highly persuasive:

"If a company cannot even establish the most basic professional boundaries and set forth rules, then no matter how large its scale, it will be nothing more than a pile of quicksand that will fall apart at any moment! How can it go far and steady without a solid foundation?"

At this point, her tone finally softened, and her pair of jade-like arms gently hooked around Ye Fan's neck. Her voice lowered, carrying a hint of endearing coquettishness and pleading:

"Honey... I'm begging you... If you really want it, wait until we get home tonight and the door's closed, then you can do whatever you want... okay?"

Her warm breath gently brushed against Ye Fan's earlobe, carrying an alluring and tempting scent.

Looking at the little woman in his arms, whose body was clearly responding honestly and whose emotions were hard to suppress, yet who was still trying to maintain her professional rationality and argue with him, Ye Fan's smile and possessiveness became even more intense and passionate.

He raised his hand, with a mixture of doting affection and a hint of punishment, and lightly patted her full, pert buttocks, which were encased in a tight dress, producing a crisp, pleasant "smack."

"Alright, whatever you say, Madam."

He chuckled softly, his tone tinged with admiration:

"But I really underestimated you, my dear Secretary Miao. I never imagined that your understanding of corporate governance and the balance of power would be so profound and astute. Entrusting Minglu Culture to you to oversee the overall situation seems to have been a wise decision for me to be a hands-off manager."