FOBTS CH2

The meeting was paused, and the employees who supported the original book’s protagonist gong began to whisper—

“Secretary Song is impressive, starting off with a tough stance.”

“Secretary Song didn’t even speak but had the second young master in the palm of his hand.”

“To provoke President Jian, you’ll have to step over Secretary Song’s body first, hmph.”

Song Ruochen: “…”

Did I agree to let him step over me? Huh?

Also, is it just me, or are you all talking too loudly? This isn’t whispering; it’s loud plotting.

Jian Yuheng finally stopped gazing casually and seriously looked at the person in front of him. Song Ruochen didn’t answer his question but simply lowered his eyelashes coldly, as if he didn’t even regard him.

To provoke like this right from the start, not even a hint of fear—is he really this capable?

Such a beautiful appearance, and still a white-cut-black type, dealing with him might be more interesting than with the usual opponents.

Song Ruochen’s inner voice was screaming loudly.

‘He’s glaring at me, quick, quick, hurry up.’ Song Ruochen said, ‘Rewind, rewind.’

[Ultimate skill is cooling down.]
[Refreshing at zero.]

Song Ruochen: “…”

[How about being honest for a moment and asking for mercy?]

Without regret medicine, Song Ruochen could only cautiously lift his head.

“Sorry, second young master,” he said, “It’s not aimed at you; this is a misunderstanding.”

Though this misunderstanding didn’t give you any face.

“It’s good if it’s a misunderstanding.” Jian Yuheng turned to look at Jian Feng. “No matter how different the opinions are, we are all considering the interests of the Xiaoshi Group, let’s not harm the harmony. What do you think, bro?”

“Yes.” The original book’s protagonist gong, Jian Feng, said, “That’s right, it’s all for the company’s good.”

“How about this?” Jian Yuheng said, “Empty thinking is useless. Let’s each have our teams come up with a proposal, then we’ll have a meeting to compare feasibility point by point. What do you think?”

“Okay.” Jian Feng said.

Jian Yuheng’s fingers moved, and his assistant handed him a pen. He quickly wrote a schedule on an A4 sheet of paper and handed it to Jian Feng.

Jian Feng’s fingers moved, and after half a minute, without waiting for the pen, he glanced at Secretary Song, who was in standby mode, took Jian Yuheng’s pen, and scribbled a few lines on the paper.

“Let’s call the leadership together at this time next week and have another meeting,” Jian Yuheng said.

This meeting felt like an exam beyond the syllabus, with questions you couldn’t answer, but you had to sit through it until the paper was handed in. After finally enduring the meeting, Song Ruochen quickly left, went to the cafeteria to grab some snacks, and returned to his small office to relieve his hunger.

“The snacks in this ABO world are quite delicious,” Song Ruochen chewed.

Oh right, everyone’s in ABO, and I’m an omega. I must have pheromones, right?

“System, what’s my scent?” Song Ruochen sniffed his wrist.

[I don’t have a nose.]

Song Ruochen: “.”

[There’s a faint pheromone scent on the gland at the back of your neck. Want to try?]

“Try it or just forget it?” Song Ruochen asked. “They say it’s at the back of the neck. Can I smell it if I go to the head?”

[…]

Clang, a knife dropped onto the table.

“Silencing me?” Song Ruochen asked.

[…Blood has a scent too!]

Driven by his curiosity about pheromones, Song Ruochen took the knife and lightly cut his finger.

Ding-ding-ding, the intercom phone in the secretary’s office rang.

“President Jian, is there something?” he asked.

“Secretary Song,” the other party said, “We’re preparing to leave for tonight’s banquet.”

Song Ruochen opened his mouth to refuse: “I don’t…”

[Secretary Song will attend a banquet and receive a 10,000 yuan bonus.]

“I’m not tired; you said this.” Song Ruochen said, “I’ll be there soon.”

He grabbed a tissue, casually wiped his fingertips, and pushed open the door, darting toward the elevator.

In the mirror of the elevator, his face and figure reflected back, looking no different from his original appearance.

As for the added omega attribute, he didn’t feel it had any impact for now.

It was just transmigrating into a book, and in front of a strong-willed male college student, it wasn’t really a problem. As long as the protagonist shou and his love interest got along without fighting, he wouldn’t be forced to sacrifice himself to block a knife for the kidnapped protagonist shou.

As long as he kept a low profile, Jian Yuheng wouldn’t target him.

Just some small difficulties, nothing that couldn’t be overcome.

At the Xiaoshi Group building, downstairs in the parking lot.

“I’m riding in the same car as Jian Yuheng?”

“I’m driving?”

Song Ruochen froze.

“Assistant Gong has something to do tonight and can’t attend the banquet.” On the phone, the original book’s protagonist, Jian Feng, said, “I’m driving to pick up Yan Ci first, and you drive my brother.”

Jian Feng: “Any problem?”

Jian Feng: “Secretary Song, my brother just has his own ideas; he’s not unfriendly to me. He’s been sent to Xiaoshi, so he’s also your superior.”

“I’ll add 2000 more.” Jian Feng said, “That’s it; I’m going to meet a friend.”

“Let’s go, Secretary Song.” The front passenger window rolled down, revealing Jian Yuheng’s face. “Drive steadily; I’ll take a nap.”

Jian Yuheng: “Or are you actually biased against me?”

“Actually…” Song Ruochen said, “We could take a taxi.”

“Drive.” Jian Yuheng said.

The evening breeze blew against the omega’s bangs, and Song Ruochen lowered his head slightly. His white shirt, blown by the wind, made him look even thinner. He pressed his lips together, slightly pale, then silently opened the car door and sat in the driver’s seat.

Jian Yuheng’s lips curled slightly. He didn’t think he had any bad habit of forcing people, but he had to admit that the sight of this high-and-mighty Secretary Song frowning slightly was quite pleasant.

Song Ruochen’s delicate white fingers gripped the black seatbelt, fastening it across his chest.

The slight retaliation for the embarrassment during the afternoon meeting was probably taken care of, as Jian Yuheng lowered the air conditioning temperature a little.

“Drive.” He said, “I’ll close my eyes for a bit.”

Song Ruochen: “…”

First, he got his driver’s license at 18, but hadn’t driven a car in a year since then.

Second, the cars in this ABO world seemed different from the ones he had learned to drive.

Third, driving was something he was better off doing in documents.

Fourth…

Forget it; he would drive.

He pressed the horn (maybe), shifted gears (maybe), and pressed the accelerator (maybe).

Jian Yuheng’s seat made a click, leaning back into the rear seat, and he lay down as the car began to drive in reverse.

Jian Yuheng: “?”

Song Ruochen: “…”

The alpha’s reflexes were quick, and in just a few seconds, Jian Yuheng unbuckled his seatbelt, sat up straight, and slammed on the emergency brake.

“Second Young Master, are you alright?” Song Ruochen asked politely.

Jian Yuheng: “I’m not dead.”

“I meant to close my eyes.” Jian Yuheng said, “Not close my eyes.”

“Get out.” Jian Yuheng said, “I’ll drive.”

This secretary, with his cool appearance and fiery temper, was just supposed to be his driver, and now he had to deal with this?

Song Ruochen, looking sorry, moved to the passenger seat.

‘Coin pouch.’ He asked the system in his mind, “Can I only use the rewind once a day?’

[Not exactly.]

[As long as the host works hard, I can level up too.]

“For example?” Song Ruochen asked.

[Xiaoshi Group’s revenue increases by 10%.]

Song Ruochen: ‘Hoping for a golden child?’

[.]

[…The emotional value between the original book’s protagonist shou and gong can also increase!]

“Song Ruochen.” Jian Yuheng suddenly spoke.

“Hmm?” Song Ruochen exited his conversation with the system.

“Did you cut your hand?” Jian Yuheng asked.

“Is it considered a work injury?” Song Ruochen asked excitedly. “Is there a nutrition fee?”

Jian Yuheng paused for two seconds in silence: “…No.”

Song Ruochen: “Oh, then it’s not a cut.”

Then why ask?

He looked down at the cut on his fingertip, which already had a blood scab. He quietly sniffed it; the scent was very faint, and he couldn’t tell what it was.

The car stopped near the hotel. Before getting out, Song Ruochen saw the original book’s protagonist’ shou  standing by the roadside through the car window.

Yan Ci was wearing an elegant coat, standing in the wind, shivering.

“Madam.” Secretary Song appeared, “Why aren’t you going in?”

Yan Ci pursed his lips and shook his head awkwardly.

Song Ruochen remembered that in the original book, their marriage was an accident. The two came from completely different backgrounds. In front of the protagonist gong’s upper-class friends, Yan Ci often felt inferior and sensitive, thinking he wasn’t worthy of the protagonist gong, and even hurt himself.

In the face of the protagonist gong’s many suitors, Yan Ci was even more at a loss.

“It’s cold outside.” Song Ruochen said, “I’ll take Madam inside.”

Jian Yuheng parked the car, and as he turned his head, he saw Secretary Song pushing his sister-in-law into the banquet hall.

The steering wheel of the car had a bit of red on it, probably from the cut on Secretary Song’s fingertip. There was some red on his thumb as well, so he grabbed a tissue and wiped it.

Ding, it sounded like a coin falling on the ground.

Jian Yuheng didn’t see the coin, locked the car, and closed the door.

Inside the banquet hall, the sensitive and insecure protagonist shou was breaking down.

“They said I’m not good enough for him.” Yan Ci’s eyes were a little red, “They said I don’t deserve to marry him.”

For some reason, recently, Secretary Song made him feel like he wanted to confide in him.

Secretary Song, who was focused on the small cakes, heard this and took a stack of paper from his bag, handing it to Yan Ci.

“I’m going to eat some cake,” he said, “If anyone talks bad about you, give them one of these.”

Yan Ci: “?”

What’s this?

“Copies of your marriage certificate.” Song Ruochen said, “Trust me, the toxic fans only attack the real sister-in-law.”

The banquet had free food and drinks with money to be earned, so Song Ruochen grabbed a tray and started picking out small cakes.

When Jian Yuheng came over, he happened to see Secretary Song standing by the sofa where Yan Ci was, being approached by an alpha.

“Secretary Song.” The alpha asked with a forced bubbly voice, “Want a drink?”

The man was a partner of Xiaoshi Group. He had seen Secretary Song a few times before, but this was the first time he had the desire to approach him.

“Secretary Song is an omega. What’s your pheromone like?” The alpha asked. “Any plans for marriage?”

Song Ruochen, who was eating a small cake, was annoyed at being interrupted.

Hearing this, without thinking, he answered directly: “Formaldehyde.”

Alpha: “…”

Yan Ci: “…”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Jian Yuheng’s lips twitched slightly.

It was obviously grape.