The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 283

Twenty minutes later, the door to the general manager’s office swung open. This time, it wasn’t Xu Yue bringing Jiang Fei his coffee—instead, it was Lin Moli, dressed in a sleek silver professional suit that accentuated her curvaceous figure and long legs, her slightly tinted hair elegantly pinned up in a high bun.

When she saw Jiang Fei casually flipping through documents from the general manager’s seat, Lin Moli—who had just moments ago maintained her composed, authoritative demeanor in front of the employees—instantly brightened, her smile dazzling enough to intoxicate.

“How did things go in Huacheng?” she asked as she walked toward him, still smiling.

Jiang Fei grinned. “With me handling it personally, of course it was a smooth success.”

Lin Moli rolled her eyes. “Still so secretive. You won’t even tell me what you were really doing there. Did you go to meet some beauty I don’t know about?”

Jiang Fei hadn’t been entirely honest with Lin Moli or Bai Ruoxi about his trip to Huacheng. He hadn’t mentioned his challenge against Miyamoto Ichizen or his treatment of Liu Yunduo. After all, the conflicts and vendettas of the martial world weren’t something ordinary people could easily understand—or should be involved in. Knowing too much would only bring unnecessary worry.

Chuckling, Jiang Fei watched as Lin Moli approached, her commanding presence radiating the aura of a workplace queen. He didn’t stand up, but a mischievous thought crossed his mind.

Instead of answering her question, he simply patted his thigh and grinned at her.

“What?” Lin Moli stopped beside him, a faint, pleasant fragrance wafting from her. Though her expression had softened, her poised demeanor and sharp attire still made her the respected general manager of Jiang’s Clinic and Jiang’s Pharmaceuticals.

“Sit down,” Jiang Fei said matter-of-factly.

Lin Moli shot him an exasperated look. “In your dreams!”

For an ordinary couple, sitting on the man’s lap might be a common display of affection. But Lin Moli had never been the type to act coy or overly sweet, even before co-founding the company with Jiang Fei—and she certainly wasn’t now. The idea of perching on his thighs made her blush with embarrassment. Sensing the mischief in his gaze, she instinctively took a step back to maintain a safe distance.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t fast enough. Before she could retreat, Jiang Fei grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him—

“Ah!” Lin Moli gasped as his other arm wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her down onto his lap.

“What are you doing?! Let go! We’re in the office!” Despite her usual composure, Lin Moli’s cheeks flushed pink as she struggled in his arms.

But against Jiang Fei’s strength, her efforts were futile. Holding her firmly by the waist, he admired her flawlessly made-up face, tracing a finger along her smooth cheek and the curve of her ear. “That’s exactly the point,” he teased. “What’s an office romance without a little ‘domineering CEO’ energy? Haven’t you ever read those steamy novels?”

“Pervert! Who reads that stuff?” Lin Moli retorted, her face burning.

Though she was aware of the infamous “domineering CEO” trope, she had never bothered with such frivolous stories.

“Seriously, stop messing around. Xu Yue might come in any minute to report— Ah!” Her protest ended in a sharp gasp as Jiang Fei suddenly leaned in, capturing her earlobe between his lips.

Lin Moli’s earlobes were one of her most sensitive spots. The moment Jiang Fei’s mouth touched them, her body went weak, her breath hitching—a fact he had learned all too well during their previous intimate moments.

“Xu Yue knows I’m here,” Jiang Fei murmured between kisses. “She’s smart enough not to barge in.” His hand slid from her waist downward, grazing over the curve of her hips, clad in the tight silver pencil skirt, before venturing further to her long, shapely legs, sheathed in sheer black stockings.

Smack!

With a playful smirk, Jiang Fei gave her backside a light slap, relishing the way it jiggled slightly under his touch.

“Ah!” Lin Moli yelped, her face burning even hotter. “What was that for?!”

Jiang Fei feigned a stern expression. “Confess. Ever since we got back from Beijing, you’ve been avoiding me. Why haven’t you come back to the village?”

After their return from the capital, Jiang Fei had taken Xia Xiaozhi and the others to the countryside for a vacation. Lin Moli had visited twice, but each time, she left right after lunch—clearly dodging him.

Lin Moli avoided his gaze, pretending ignorance. “Avoid you? Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve been swamped with work—unlike some people who can just laze around as absentee bosses.”

Jiang Fei wasn’t fooled. “Nice try. You know exactly why you’re staying away.”

He remembered all too well their night in Beijing at Gao Qinyuan’s place. Back then, Lin Moli had promised—under duress—that once they returned to Jincheng, she would… fulfill certain expectations. Her recent evasiveness was clearly an attempt to renege on that promise.

As Jiang Fei’s lips trailed down her neck, his breathing grew heavier. What had started as playful teasing was quickly escalating. One hand slid further up her thigh beneath her skirt, while the other cupped the modest yet perfectly proportioned curve of her breast, kneading gently.

Lin Moli’s neatly pinned-up bun soon came undone under Jiang Fei’s relentless attention. Her silver suit was askew, her face flushed, her earlier resistance melting into breathless moans.

Pulling back slightly, Jiang Fei admired her dazed expression, her half-lidded eyes, before increasing the pressure of his touch.

No wonder office romances are such a popular fantasy, he mused. This is way more thrilling than a car.

Before long—

As Jiang Fei unfastened her suit and pushed up her fitted black blouse, Lin Moli suddenly gasped, her legs clamping tightly together to block his wandering hand. Her eyes, half-lidded with desire, shot him a pleading look.

Jiang Fei paused, then felt a sudden warmth against his fingers beneath her skirt.

“That fast?” he teased, unable to move his trapped hand.

Lin Moli’s lashes fluttered, her face a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. After a long moment, she finally regained her composure, hastily straightening her disheveled clothes as she stood. “You’re such a jerk,” she muttered, though her glare lacked any real heat.

Jiang Fei sighed inwardly. Who’s the real jerk here? Leaving me hanging like this…

Still, he hadn’t actually planned to take things all the way in the office. Lin Moli’s first time deserved better than a rushed encounter between meetings. Today’s little escapade had just been a spur-of-the-moment indulgence.

With that, their office “battle” came to an end.

Thanks to the soundproofing, no one outside had heard a thing. Assistant Xu Yue, ever perceptive, had wisely refrained from knocking until Lin Moli—now fully composed—called her in.

With Jiang Fei present, Lin Moli seized the opportunity to update him on the company’s recent developments, deferring certain decisions to him. While she far surpassed him in business acumen, Jiang Fei’s expertise in medicine was irreplaceable. After all, a pharmaceutical company’s foundation was its products—not just sales.

“Honestly, I underestimated just how massive this market is,” Lin Moli admitted after her report. “Even with our preliminary research, the actual profits are staggering. And even though we’re still in the early stages, people nationwide are already eyeing us, trying to muscle in for a piece of the pie.”

Jiang Fei smirked, unfazed. “Of course they are. My formulas are game-changers. But if anyone tries to leech off us, we’ll shut them down.”

“It’s not that simple,” Lin Moli countered. “The ones circling aren’t just ordinary investors. Even government bodies have shown… interest.”

“Government?” Jiang Fei frowned.

Lin Moli nodded.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Fei’s expression darkened. It wasn’t surprising. Many major pharmaceutical brands in the country had government shares—like Tongrentang, once fully controlled by the Traditional Medicine Association but now largely state-owned. Even the Cui family’s Jishitang had conceded some influence.

This was an unspoken rule—a “necessary compromise” for smooth operations. But Jiang Fei had no intention of playing along.

He wanted absolute control over Jiang’s Pharmaceuticals. No exceptions.

Other companies might need these backdoor deals for preferential treatment, but Jiang Fei was confident his products could thrive without them. More importantly, maintaining full authority meant steering the company’s future as he saw fit—whether reinvesting profits into the clinic, expanding access for patients, or elevating traditional medicine’s standing.

As Jiang Fei mulled this over, Lin Moli suddenly grinned, as if pleased with herself. “Actually, I wasn’t finished. The government’s ‘interest’ has already been… deterred.”

Jiang Fei’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh? Did my reputation scare them off?”

He wondered if his recent high-profile clashes and his position as head of the Traditional Medicine Association had made him untouchable.

Lin Moli laughed. “Not quite. It was Grandpa Ye—Ye Yuan’s grandfather—who stepped in.”

Jiang Fei’s eyes widened in realization. Of course. With Ye Zhennan’s influence, no bureaucrat would dare interfere.