FOBTS Ch24

Chapter 24: Who’s Doing the Work

“Did you just come back from the desert, Second Young Master?” Third Young Master Jia asked in surprise. “Assistant Gong, bring more water for the Second Young Master.”

Jian Yuheng, who had just finished drinking heartily: “…”

“The young master is actually willing to drink water now,” Assistant Gong said with relief.

Jian Yuheng (well-hydrated version) more or less wanted to curse.

The culprit, elegant and composed, sat gracefully by his side, attentively chatting with Meng Yumian.

“Young Master Meng, I’ve customized your weekend itinerary,” Song Ruochen said. “The theme is green, healthy, and full of vitality.”

“With Secretary Song handling it, I’m very… somewhat reassured,” Meng Yumian said with a smile, opening the itinerary.

For the entire Saturday: barbell lifting in the morning, dumbbell lifting in the afternoon, and kettlebell lifting in the evening.

Meng Yumian: “…”

Song Ruochen thought it was quite reasonable—this routine could even be done in a wheelchair.

Using his top-salesperson tone, Song Ruochen said, “Once you complete this, you’ll surely be physically and mentally healthy.”

And no longer collapsing weakly from time to time, requiring First Young Master Jian to take care of you.

Jian Yuheng glanced at Meng Yumian.

Yes, yes, after finishing this routine, you won’t even be breathing anymore—truly no health problems to worry about.

An unclear beta? Just another unlucky soul.

But—

Wasn’t Song Ruochen’s task supposed to be playing matchmaker? Why was he now taking care of his brother’s childhood friend?

Was this grape’s mission really just randomly selecting someone and sending them off Earth with one click?

“The next auction item,” the host announced, “is a painting.”

An assistant pulled back the curtain, revealing Meng Yumian’s latest masterpiece. Instantly, the audience was filled with admiration.

“What extreme colours!” Third Young Master Jia exclaimed, clicking his tongue. “Such rich emotions. The use of red and black is so sophisticated.”

“Young Master Meng,” he turned to ask, “does this painting have a title?”

Song Ruochen: “Futile Rage.“

Jian Yuheng: “?”

Ding.

“Does this painting have a title?” Third Young Master Jia asked again.

“Pure White,” Song Ruochen said.

“Great title, profound concept,” Third Young Master Jia’s eyes lit up. “The canvas is full of bold and intense colors, yet there’s no white at all—expressing the artist’s critique of society and frustration with life.”

Meng Yumian: “.”

QAQ He had just been so mentally blank while painting after being scolded.

“I’ll bid 200,000,” Third Young Master Jia raised his paddle. “My new office happens to need a decorative painting.”

Jian Yuheng hesitated to speak.

“Second Young Master, play fair. You’re not allowed to compete with me,” Third Young Master Jia said.

By the end of the auction, the painting was sold for a high price of 400,000, leaving Meng Yumian so excited his breathing trembled.

“Secretary Song, I can finally create emotionally rich works now. I’m no longer just a technician without a soul,” Meng Yumian said.

“That’s great,” Song Ruochen replied. “Next time you lack anger, just dial that number, give my name, and ask if they need any funeral money.”

“Okay!” Meng Yumian said. “I’ll call often.”

The wheelchair was once again pushed to the door.

This time, Song Ruochen decided to rely on himself. Earlier, he had been foolish—there was no need to push both the person and the wheelchair. He could carry Xiao Meng over first, then move the wheelchair.

“Young Master Meng,” Song Ruochen said, “come, I’ll carry you.”

Meng Yumian: “?!”

Still haunted by the memory of being dragged through the airport last time, Meng Yumian shook his head decisively, gripping the wheelchair’s armrest as he struggled to stand.

“I… can walk a little,” Meng Yumian said nervously. “I’ll manage on my own.”

“My goodness, system,” Song Ruochen said, “I’ve cared for him so well he’s standing now.”

[Dr. Song’s miraculous hands.]
[Dr. Song deserves a temple shrine.]

Jian Yuheng, after a few polite exchanges, suddenly remembered that Song Ruochen might need help and hurriedly turned back.

This turn revealed a medical miracle.

Jian Yuheng: “Pfft.”

A new unlucky soul had emerged, so his brother could rest for now.

“Second Young Master,” Assistant Gong said, glancing in the direction where Song Ruochen had left, “the writing tasks I assigned Secretary Song recently have been completed well. I skimmed through his submissions—they have a… Bossship style.”

Jian Yuheng: “?”

Whatever. He couldn’t be bothered to check the work. As long as the dumb secretary wrote something, even if it was poetic prose, he wouldn’t care. He had already enjoyed several smooth, carefree evenings.

“Let’s go,” Jian Yuheng said. “Time to rest.”

*

Song Ruochen always felt like weekends ran in double speed.

Otherwise, how could it be that in the blink of an eye, he had to work again?

He woke up ten minutes late and figured he’d already be late, so he might as well be very late.

When he woke again, his phone screen showed new messages—

[Yan Ci]: 0.0
[Yan Ci]: It’s getting colder, Little Grape. Don’t forget to wear a scarf.

[Song Ruochen]: 0.o Call me Secretary Song.
[Song Ruochen]: Has anyone been bullying Madam recently?

[Yan Ci]: Nope, but something strange happened.

[Song Ruochen]: Let’s hear it.

[Yan Ci]: Early this morning, my brother brought me a basket of apples, saying he wouldn’t bother me anymore and asking me to forgive him.

[Song Ruochen]: Oh?

This wasn’t in the original storyline.

[Yan Ci]: 0.0 But I didn’t do anything. How can I forgive him? He said that for the past few nights, someone has been repeatedly calling him late at night, with a voice full of resentment, struggle, pain, and anxiety—asking if he needed funeral money and why he wasn’t angry anymore.

Song Ruochen: “…”

Little Childhood Friend’s creative drive had been surging lately.

[Yan Ci]: Whatever, I have a clear conscience.
[Yan Ci]: But now that he’s stopped bothering me, my gaming win rate has gone up!

[Song Ruochen]: Hmm, hmm, hmm.

Bundled up warmly, Song Ruochen went to work.

Just after lunch, Jian Feng was reviewing documents in his office.

“Secretary Song,” Jian Feng said, “next week, I’d like to invite Haochi Group’s CEO to A City for a small gathering. Please send out a formal business invitation.”

“Understood, President Jian,” Song Ruochen replied calmly.

“By the way,” Jian Feng asked, “how’s Meng Yumian doing?”

“Walking upright,” Song Ruochen replied.

Jian Feng: “?”

Returning to his desk, Song Ruochen expressionlessly opened the “Awoo~” app and found the chat with “Boss.”

[Corporate Slave]: Godfather.
[Corporate Slave]: Save me.

[Boss]: …………
[Boss]: What now?

[Corporate Slave]: Do you have a business invitation template?

[Boss]: No.

[Corporate Slave]: Then do you know how to write one, Godfather?

[Boss]: …Wait, I’ll send you something usable.

Gong Huo walked into Jian Yuheng’s office with a cup of coffee. Jian Yuheng was typing away, the sound of keys filling the room. Gong Huo placed the coffee steadily on the desk.

“Hey, Second Young Master,” Gong Assistant said. “Something as trivial as a business invitation letter, I could’ve handled it. No need for you to do it yourself.”

“No need,” Jian Yuheng replied. “Just drafting a template for fun. No need for your help.”

Jian Yuheng sent the freshly completed template to his newly acknowledged godson.

“Did you give Secretary Song any tasks today?” Jian Yuheng asked.

“Haven’t had the chance yet,” Gong Assistant said. “I’ll ask him to write something.”

In the office, Song Ruochen used the received template, added some key details, and sent it to Haochi’s president’s office. Just as he finished, he received a new message from Assistant Gong.

[Gong Huo]: Secretary Song, could you write a speech for the outstanding employee award tonight?

[Song Ruochen]: 0.o What? Outstanding employees get punished now?

[Gong Huo]: It’s an honor!

[Song Ruochen]: Fine, I’ll write it tonight.

Song Ruochen forwarded the task to Da Zao.

[Song Ruochen]: Madam, do you know how to write an outstanding employee speech? 0.0

[Yan Ci]: I don’t.

[Yan Ci]: Don’t worry. I’ll have Jian Feng draft a template for you to reference~

[System]: You really seem like some kind of job broker.

“No choice,” Song Ruochen said. “Too much to handle, so I have to outsource some of it.”

*

After work, Jian Yuheng drove to A University.

According to regulations, Alphas and Omegas must complete a state-mandated ABO knowledge test before officially registering their marriage. Having spent a long time studying abroad, he hadn’t had the chance to take it yet.

His mother had been nagging him to get it done.

“There are 100 questions in total,” the instructor said in the exam hall. “The computer will randomly select 100 questions from the question bank based on your ID number. A score of 90 or above is a pass.”

“Teacher,” someone asked, “how many questions are in the question bank?”

“There are 1,000,” the instructor replied. “Don’t worry, you won’t have the chance to see all of them. Just answer patiently based on your understanding.”

A mere 100 questions were child’s play for someone like Jian Yuheng, who had studied abroad.

He clicked through the options swiftly, and ten minutes later, the results popped up—

100 points. Congratulations, you passed…

Ding.

“Begin the exam,” the instructor said. “Enter your ID number to start drawing from the question bank.”

After spending two seconds calming his mind, Jian Yuheng drew a different set of questions.

Exams were serious business; they couldn’t be skipped. If he failed, his mother would never let him hear the end of it.

Jian Yuheng answered the questions seriously and scored another perfect 100.

Ding.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Nine times. Nine whole times, the lucky “Emperor of Randomization” Jian Yuheng went through 900 of the 1,000 questions in the bank without a repeat.

Ding.

Jian Yuheng: “:)”

[Question: If your Omega makes you angry, what should you do?]
A. Comfort them gently
B. Communicate your feelings
C. Give them the silent treatment for three days
D. Punish them

Jian Yuheng chose D.

[Incorrect answer. Minus 2 points.]

Jian Yuheng: “:D”

The otherwise perfect Jian Yuheng exited the exam hall with an imperfect score of 98.

“Assistant Gong,” Jian Yuheng called. “Tomorrow, I want to review Secretary Song’s recent… documents.”

“No problem, Second Young Master,” Assistant Gong replied. “Everything’s collected and on your desk.”

The next morning, Jian Yuheng walked into his office and opened an outstanding employee speech.

Hmm, it wasn’t bad. Looked like some thought had gone into it. It had a strong Bossship tone—not surprising.

So, did Song Ruochen spend last night idly rewriting this ten times?

If he still had energy to spare after finishing his work, it meant he wasn’t busy enough.

This fool really was productive.

Jian Yuheng chuckled helplessly, then opened a business invitation letter.

“This one should be work assigned by the eldest master,” Assistant Gong said. “I brought it over too.”

“Are all corporate slaves busy writing business invitations these days?” Jian Yuheng joked as he opened the document.

“…?” Jian Yuheng closed the document and smiled.

Something felt off. Did he open it the wrong way?

He reopened the invitation—

Corporate Slave: “…”