SFS Chapter 543 On the Self-Cultivation of a Secretary
Chapter 543 On the Self-Cultivation of a Secretary
This feeling was completely different from when I was in the trading room of the Hodo Group.
In the Red Bean Trading Room, filled with the smoke of battle and where money roared like a flood, Ye Fan was equally focused and powerful, but the air there was always thick with the heavy pressure of the financial battle, the atmosphere oppressive and tense like a fully drawn bowstring.
He was always surrounded by top traders like Shen Jun and Yang Bin, whose eyes were bloodshot and whose nerves were on edge.
As the chief secretary, Miao Zi must be like a highly precise instrument, suppressing all her personal emotions beneath a layer of ice, executing every instruction he issues flawlessly and efficiently, without allowing for the slightest distraction.
Only here.
In this private territory high in the clouds, belonging only to the two of them.
Enveloped in the tranquil and relaxing atmosphere bathed in the afternoon sun, Ye Fan's unfathomable, mysterious charm, as deep and mysterious as an ancient well, exploded in her heart like a fine vintage wine awakened by time, exuding a rich and intoxicating fragrance.
Miao Zi's kneading fingertips paused almost imperceptibly at a taut muscle above his shoulder blade.
A self-deprecating sigh silently spread through the deepest part of her heart.
Looking back on their first encounter, she wasn't without struggle and resistance.
At that time, she was aloof, independent, and proud. She knew that this man was surrounded by many beautiful women and had complicated relationships, and was by no means a good match in the conventional sense. But in the end, she still fell in love with him willingly and uncontrollably.
Initially, it is undeniable that the overwhelming wealth and the immense shock and allure of the upward social mobility, like climbing a ladder to heaven, did indeed assault her rational defenses like a hallucinogenic drug.
But as they spent time together day and night, and she was constantly exposed to his presence, she realized with both sorrow and unwavering clarity that she had already been completely consumed by him as a person.
His profound wisdom beyond his years, his commanding presence, and the ever-present, intriguing veil of mystery—completely captivated me.
Not to mention that handsome face that almost perfectly matched all her aesthetic imaginations... Once you fall into this vortex called "Ye Fan", it's like stepping into the event horizon of a black hole, with absolutely no chance of survival.
She knew that she had already drowned in this overwhelming love affair called "Ye Fan," leaving no trace of her body.
This love came so fiercely and violently, with a burning intensity that consumed everything, much like a moth that knows it's a dead end but still flaps its wings and flies towards the flames.
She was originally an extremely rational banking elite who believed in the risk-reward ratio, but now she willingly and layer by layer stripped away all the pride and armor that she relied on to maintain her self-esteem.
Even though she knew perfectly well that she might never have the chance to stand side by side with this man in the sunlight, to receive a marriage certificate recognized by society, and that in the eyes of countless people, she was nothing more than one of his hidden mistresses, a mistress who couldn't be seen in the light of day...
But at this moment, feeling his warm skin under her fingertips and listening to his steady breathing, Miao Zi felt no resentment or unwillingness in her heart, only an overflowing, uncomplaining, and sweet joy.
As long as I can stand closest to him, watching him command the world, watching his towering edifice rise from the ground, being his sharpest and closest sword and shield, being his most capable confidant and arm... those empty titles are not worth having.
As if he had precisely captured the subtle change in the force on his shoulder and the momentary pause, Ye Fan closed the last document at just the right moment.
Without turning around, he naturally reached out and grasped Miao Zi's slightly cool hand that was resting on his shoulder with his warm and strong palm. He gently pulled it to his lips and placed a soft and precious kiss on the smooth back of her hand.
He turned his head, his deep black eyes, seemingly able to see into people's hearts, filled with a gentle understanding, as he met Miao Zi's somewhat dazed gaze: "What's wrong, Secretary Miao?"
His voice was deep and tinged with a lazy laugh: "Where did your soul fly off to while you were massaging me?"
Caught off guard, Miao Zi's ears instantly turned a burning red, as if they had been scorched by fire.
This time, however, she did not run away like a startled rabbit, but instead obediently rested her delicate chin on Ye Fan's thick black hair, like a weary bird seeking shelter and warmth, deeply and greedily absorbing the aura emanating from him that made her feel incredibly safe and willing to succumb to it.
Ye Fan gently stroked the delicate, slightly cool hand in his palm with his fingertips, gathering his fleeting, romantic thoughts and refocusing his gaze on the business empire before him.
He chuckled softly and returned to the main topic: "Tell me, of these film and television projects on the table, which one do you prefer? What are your specific thoughts?"
Miao Zi rolled her eyes dramatically, somewhat speechless, and gracefully straightened up slightly from his embrace, crossing her arms and striking a professional pose:
"Mr. Ye, please make sure you understand your role. I am just a personal secretary who receives a salary on time. You are the boss who holds the power of life and death and decides the company's finances."
Her tone was solemn, clearly reminding Ye Fan that such investment decisions, involving tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of real money, concerned the company's strategic direction and huge profits and losses, and must be made personally and unilaterally by him as the helmsman.
She can handle preliminary screening and staying up all night marking risks, but is she really going to make strategic decisions that determine the company's fate? She won't take the blame for that.
Ye Fan leaned comfortably back in the large boss's chair, smiling like a shrewd fox:
"As the boss, you should listen to all sides to gain a clear understanding. Besides, while I was away from the company, didn't you manage Minglu perfectly, making it thrive? Hmm? My... boss's wife?"
The last three words were drawn out, carrying a clear sense of teasing and intimacy.
"How can that be the same!"
Miao Zi's blush, which had just faded, crept back up. She slapped away his hand, which was now restless under the table and trying to climb onto her thigh.
"Normally, those are routine administrative, personnel, and process management issues. This is a real investment decision, involving hundreds of millions or even millions of dollars! The risk levels are completely different! If we misjudge, it could result in huge losses of real money!"
Seeing that she was truly anxious, Ye Fan also stopped teasing, picked up the warm cup of pre-Qingming Longjing tea on the table, took a sip, and said seriously:
"Alright, stop being modest in front of me. With the investment acumen and market sense you've honed in the core banking circle, tell me your honest judgment. I'm all ears."
Seeing Ye Fan's serious expression, Miao Zi quickly suppressed her girlish coquettishness, her aura shifting as she reverted to her usual shrewd, capable, and market-savvy chief secretary persona:
"Since you really want to hear it, then I'll be frank."