FOBTS Ch13

 Jian Yuheng: “…”

Good news, the time rewinded.

Bad news, it rewinded for one second.

The attempt to withdraw the tea failed, and Song Ruochen was clearly stunned as well.

Song Ruochen swayed twice, his hand holding the teacup tilting mid-air, and the white tea poured out like Niagara Falls.

“Song Ruochen!” Jian Yuheng reacted first.

Song Ruochen’s hand shook, and the waterfall entered its peak flow season.

Too much happened in those brief two seconds, to the point that Jian Yuheng eventually felt it wasn’t that the waterfall ran out of water, but rather that Secretary Song spared him.

“Secretary Song,” Jian Yuheng took a deep breath, “I asked you to brew tea, not to give me a bath.”

“My two apologies,” Song Ruochen calmly said, “sorry less.”

Jian Yuheng: “…?” What?

[Ahhh, what are you even saying?!]

A row of “What the heck” flew across Song Ruochen’s mind like a straight line.

‘I didn’t do it on purpose. I tried my best,’ Song Ruochen defended himself in his heart. .I even rewinded time for him.’

[Might as well not have bothered~]

‘I did my best and left the rest to fate. Fate said Second Young Master needed a little warming up. What does that have to do with me, Song Ruochen?’ Song Ruochen thought to himself. ‘Besides, he doesn’t even know I drenched him twice.’

[Did your best? Didn’t see that. All I saw was you being the worst.]

[Better appease the villain, Secretary Song.]

The system chimed in.

[We’re out of credits. I’m afraid you won’t make it out of the office tonight.]

[The villain’s face has gone completely dark.]

Jian Yuheng, now with a dark expression, was grinding his teeth.

Song Ruochen pondered for two seconds before speaking, “S-Second Young Master is amazing, predicting everything so accurately that he even made me brew warm tea.”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

On this day, yet another legend was born in the office.

“I’ll wipe it for you,” Song Ruochen said.

With a sharp eye for action, he grabbed a dry towel, stood beside Jian Yuheng, and started wiping furiously.

The towel passed over Jian Yuheng’s silver belt buckle, his black leather belt, and the soft fabric of his pants, wiping away the traces of white tea’s fragrance.

The little secretary kept his head down, wiping diligently. The slightly open collar of his thin white shirt revealed a glimpse of his omega’s long, elegant neck.

From Jian Yuheng’s angle, he could just see the fair skin at the back of the omega’s neck, which seemed dazzling under the light. It gave the impression that even a gentle pinch would leave a mark.

Staring directly at the omega’s nape and gland was considered impolite.

“…Secretary Song.” Jian Yuheng hooked his finger on the white shirt’s collar and pulled the person upward a bit, retracting his gaze. “Step aside.”

“Second Young Master, aren’t you going to wipe yourself off?” Song Ruochen asked.

“Can Secretary Song wipe me completely dry?” Jian Yuheng countered.

Under the villain’s oppressive aura, Song Ruochen shook his head.

Jian Yuheng let out a breathy laugh. “Then what’s the point of wiping here?”

“To brighten Second Young Master’s eyes,” Song Ruochen said. “Next time you’ll definitely pick the right person to brew tea.”

“I’ll go get you clean clothes.” Before fully maxing out the villain’s hostility, Song Ruochen twisted his body and hopped two meters away.

The top boss’s office was always equipped with a wardrobe. Song Ruochen followed the trail and found it. Sure enough, Assistant Gong had already hung up plenty of clothes for the boss.

He picked out a shirt and pants based on his own aesthetic, estimated a matching score, and was about to leave when he suddenly felt something was missing.

Song Ruochen: “Ah.”

Still missing underwear.

“Second Young Master, Second Young Master.” Song Ruochen knocked on the bathroom door. “Do you mind going commando?”

Bathroom: “…”

“In the travel suitcase by the window, there are freshly packed clothes for today’s trip,” Jian Yuheng said. “Secretary Song, get them from there.”

With a hint of curiosity, Song Ruochen opened the villain’s suitcase and found his target in the compartment.

Song Ruochen: “Whoa.”

What a large size!

No wonder the original author meticulously crafted this villain to rival the protagonist in every way. Even his hardware was top-notch.

But the original author never gave the villain a love interest and ended the story prematurely at over 500 chapters.

“Second Young Master.” Song Ruochen handed the stack of clothes to the freshly showered Jian Yuheng. “You’ve already organized the documents pretty well. I checked them, and there are no issues. I’ll head off now.”

After a burst of particularly cheerful footsteps unique to a worker clocking out, Jian Yuheng’s office fell silent.

Having changed into clean clothes, Jian Yuheng walked out of the bathroom.

Before leaving, Song Ruochen had done some quick cleaning, and the scent of white tea in the air had already dissipated.

Jian Yuheng sat down at his desk and began printing the organized documents. In the slightly quieter office, the sound of the printer was especially prominent.

For some reason, the image of the Omega secretary lowering his head just now, revealing that clean, slender neck, flashed across his mind.

Perhaps it was because he hadn’t had water for half a day, but he suddenly felt a bit parched.

He grabbed a sheet of A4 paper and scribbled some notes on it.

The one-second rewind earlier was likely the last bit of available time. The little secretary couldn’t provide more for now.

So, where exactly did Song Ruochen replenish his rewind seconds? Did he have to buy them, or was there some special task involved? Jian Yuheng wasn’t sure yet.

But one thing was certain: as long as he kept an eye on Secretary Song, he could effectively predict rewinds.

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On the roadside below Xiaoshi Building, a row of taxis was parked.

Song Ruochen picked one in his favorite color, got in, and gave his home address.

It wasn’t common for an omega to take a taxi alone late at night. The beta driver glanced at the pretty omega in the rearview mirror several times.

‘Good thing I spilled it on Jian Yuheng,’ Song Ruochen said. ‘His impression of me was already low.’

If it had been someone else, would he still have a job as Secretary Song?

[Time to replenish the coin pouch.]

[You only realize how little you have when you need it.]

‘True,’ Song Ruochen said.

Recently, he hadn’t been able to interact with Yan Ci, so he could only farm drops from the protagonist.

He thought for a moment and poked at his old buddy’s WeChat.

[Song Ruochen]: Boss Jian.

[Song Ruochen]: There’s a very important document. You should study it.

[Jian Feng]: Is it client information?

[Song Ruochen]: 0.0

[Song Ruochen]: 0.0.

[Song Ruochen]: 0.0*

[Song Ruochen]: 0.0! and 0.0?

[Song Ruochen]: Confused face to understanding.

[Jian Feng]: …

【Rewind coin pouch credited with 1 second.】

“The protagonist gong is so stingy,” Song Ruochen fumed.

What could he even do with 1 second? Not even enough to retract a cup of tea.

As he was thinking this, he suddenly noticed a new, unfamiliar ID in his WeChat list.

“J” has accepted your friend request.

Song Ruochen: “?”

Who was this? When did he add them? He had no recollection at all.

J? Chicken (Ji)? Joule?

[J]: If Secretary Song has reached home, send me a copy of the project plan.

Oh, it was Second Young Master.

[Song Ruochen]: Second Young Master is still at the office?

[J]: Did you lock up the tea set and tea leaves?

[Song Ruochen]: To prevent Second Young Master from getting burned again.

[J]: A headache, so chop off the head?

[Song Ruochen]: .

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The next morning, Song Ruochen dragged his suitcase onto the protagonist gong’s private jet.

As a result, the system had to listen to a full half-hour of “Woohoo” in his head.

‘Being transmigrated into a book is amazing, System Bro!’ Song Ruochen exclaimed. ‘This college student is now riding a private jet. I can brag about this for five years.’

The comfortable space, the bright environment—being a CEO’s secretary was pretty great.

When the plane took off, there would probably be plenty of delicious food, too.

Jian Yuheng was sitting by the window, on a call dealing with his furious mother. He turned to see Secretary Song with a faintly curved smile on his face.

Going on a business trip and in such a good mood?

Song Ruochen was humming a song in his head when a flight attendant stopped beside him.

“Hello, Secretary Song,” the attendant said. “The plane is ready for takeoff.”

Song Ruochen: “?”

Song Ruochen pointed at himself in a panic. “Am I flying it?”

“…No.” The flight attendant was momentarily stunned. “Just asking you to let President Jian know.”

Song Ruochen: “?”

Song Ruochen: “He’s right here on the plane. Am I a hearing aid?”

Jian Yuheng: “Pfft.”

On the phone, Jian Yuheng’s mother, who had been sternly lecturing him, paused.

“Am I telling you a joke?” she asked.

“No, no,” Jian Yuheng replied.

“When you get back from this trip, go get your compatibility test done. Do you hear me?” she said.

“Okay, okay. We’re about to take off. Mom, I’ll hang up now,” Jian Yuheng said, ending the call and switching his phone to airplane mode.

The plane soared into the clouds. The onboard Wi-Fi was slow, so Song Ruochen gave up on the drama he was watching halfway and turned his attention to the snacks the flight attendant brought over.

The cream puffs were delicious, the mung bean cakes were great, and the sugar-coated hawthorn balls were excellent, too.

The two alphas on the plane showed little interest in the snacks. Assistant Gong had been dozing off since boarding, leaving only Song Ruochen to devour everything with gusto.

Clang.

Jian Yuheng, who was working on a report, became alert.

A rewind?

No, that was a clang, not a ding.

It was Song Ruochen dropping his fork on the ground.

Ding…

Song Ruochen: “?”

Jian Yuheng: “Hm?”

Where was the clang?

[Currently in airplane mode. Wi-Fi speed is slow.]
[Resubmitting request…]
[…]

Song Ruochen: “…”

Fine.

He bent down to pick up the fork and diligently wiped it clean with a wet tissue.

Their destination was City C, which was experiencing heavy rain that day. As the plane descended, it began to sway left and right.

His already-smooth brain felt even smoother as Song Ruochen grew dizzy, feeling like the world was spinning.

Jian Yuheng fastened his seatbelt, watching as the little secretary’s face grew paler and paler from where he sat not far away.

Finally, the plane broke through the rain clouds and landed smoothly in City C.

Song Ruochen wobbled to his feet, pushing his small suitcase as he got off the plane.

Jian Yuheng had been walking ahead of him but turned back, ready to speak. “Secretary Song, are you—”

Secretary Song tripped over his own feet, suitcase and all, and crashed into Jian Yuheng.

Jian Yuheng (HP –1) reacted quickly, reaching out to catch him.

Thankfully, he managed to grab him.

—Ding.

[Request received.]
[Starting rewind.]

Song Ruochen: “…”

Oh no.

Song Ruochen and his suitcase crashed into Jian Yuheng again.

Jian Yuheng: “…?”

Again?!