FOBTS CH25.1
Chapter 25.1: Returning to Beautiful Moments
This fool really knew how to make others work.
Jian Yuheng was so exasperated he froze in place.
“This is the business trip report Secretary Song submitted to the board,” Assistant Gong handed over another document. “Second Young Master, please take a look.”
The Second Young Master took a closer look.
Second Young Master: “…”
This elegant prose? Its original author was also Jian Yuheng.
After flipping through all the documents, Jian Yuheng took a deep breath to calm himself.
Fortunately, there were still files like the exemplary employee speech and the monthly report. These didn’t bear his stylistic fingerprints, had a more personal touch, and were quite lengthy.
Over this period, he had indeed made things somewhat difficult for the little secretary. Perhaps it was because the workload was overwhelming that Song Ruochen had resorted to some minor schemes.
Jian Yuheng smiled, finally feeling a sense of balance in his heart.
The office door was knocked upon, and Jian Feng walked in.
“Oh, President Jian is here in person,” Assistant Gong greeted.
“Haochi’s people will be visiting soon, and the invitation has already been sent,” Jian Feng said. “Would you join me in hosting them?”
“No problem,” Jian Yuheng agreed.
“Brother, haven’t you been sleeping well these past two days?” Jian Yuheng asked.
The dark circles were visible, and his eyes seemed smaller.
“I’ve been staying up a bit later recently,” Jian Feng replied with a smile. “Spent more time communicating with your sister-in-law.”
Jian Yuheng: “?”
Oh, oh, oh, got it. New couple dynamics, huh? Having an Omega really was a flex—you even brought this up casually.
“He’s recently become interested in workplace culture, haha,” Jian Feng laughed hollowly twice. “We’ve spent several nights together studying exemplary employee speeches and monthly work report writing.”
Jian Yuheng opened his mouth: “You two are really… quite enthusiastic…”
Wait a second.
Studying what? That sounds awfully familiar.
Jian Yuheng: “…”
Isn’t that the task he forced onto Song Ruochen? How did it end up with his brother?
Song Ruochen, you really didn’t do any of it, huh?
“Brother, what are you thinking about?” Jian Feng asked. “Why does your expression look so complicated?”
Jian Yuheng: “:O”
Does it?
“Oh, right.” Jian Feng suddenly remembered something. “Mom called yesterday. She said that because we didn’t grow up together, we’re not close enough. She suggested we help each other more at work, hang out when we have time, and not let the bond between brothers become too distant.”
Jian Yuheng: “Sure, brother.”
We’ve already been helping each other plenty, brother.
The tasks I assign get done by you, and the tasks you assign get done by me. We’ve got this perfect give-and-take, mutual support, and close-knit teamwork going on.
We’re the epitome of a loving, harmonious family!
Family!
Jian Feng: “?”
Everyone says Jian Yuheng is arrogant and domineering, but so far, Jian Feng hadn’t seen it. Jian Yuheng seemed pretty agreeable.
“Alright then,” Jian Feng said sleepily. “Since my wife’s not busy tonight, let’s go play some golf to relax. I’m exhausted. I’ll go nap downstairs for a bit.”
“Hold on, brother,” Jian Yuheng said. “Call Secretary Song over for me.”
Jian Feng: “Got it.”
Half an hour later, the middleman of this zero-cost labor exchange stood in the office, his cold, dog-like gaze sweeping across everyone.
“Second Young Master, did you call me for something?” Song Ruochen asked.
“Not much,” Jian Yuheng said. “Just stand there for a while.”
Song Ruochen: “?”
Another time-out?
The villainous soul is burning brightly again, isn’t it?
“What were you doing last night, Secretary Song?” Jian Yuheng asked.
Last night? Song Ruochen had taken Meng Yumian to a food street. Since they wanted to try everything but couldn’t eat it all, they hopped between stalls, sampling a bit of everything. It was fantastic.
“I was working overtime on the tasks Second Young Master assigned,” Song Ruochen replied.
Jian Yuheng: “:”
If you were really working hard, I wouldn’t have had to grind through the test bank, earn the title of Exam God and disgrace the Jian family by losing 2 points.
Second Young Master doesn’t dare assign work anymore because tasks don’t disappear—they just return to the Jian family in a new form.
“Come here,” Jian Yuheng beckoned, pointing at his computer screen. “Help me organize this report.”
“Sure, Second Young Master,” Song Ruochen said, picking up the laptop.
Jian Yuheng: “…?”
“No taking it outside,” Jian Yuheng said. “Do it here.”
Long enough in this job, and you start seeing people packing up tasks to-go.
Song Ruochen: “Got it, Second Idiot.”
Ding.
“Got it, Second Young Master,” Song Ruochen corrected.
Jian Yuheng: “皿”
He retreated to the sofa, observing Song Ruochen at work.
Secretary Song sat upright, eyes fixed on the screen, fingers flying across the keyboard.
Satisfied with this, Jian Yuheng opened the “Awooo~” app. Twenty minutes ago, his filial child had messaged him.
Tsk, this workplace beggar is here to mooch again.
[Corporate Slave]: Father Emperor, do you have a work log template?
[Corporate Slave]: Father Emperor, my all-knowing, all-powerful Father Emperor, please spare me some attention.
Jian Yuheng: “…”
Alright, he had ascended the throne.
He tapped the chat box and sent a single period.
“Buzz~” Song Ruochen’s phone vibrated in his pocket.
So the Corporate Slave was really you.
Grinding his teeth, Jian Yuheng sent another period.
“Buzz~” The workplace beggar’s phone kept vibrating in his pocket.
Song Ruochen pulled out his phone in confusion. His Father Emperor had sent ten periods.
What’s this? Living in the deep sea, spitting bubbles?
“Secretary Song,” Jian Yuheng called out, “Focus on your work.”
“Yes, sir,” Song Ruochen obediently muted his phone completely and put it back in his pocket.
The obedient little secretary resumed typing, bringing a hint of amusement to Jian Yuheng.
But as he stared at the “Awooo~” app’s chat interface showing a 100% match rate, he fell silent again.
This? 100%? Must be fake.
Jian-Walking-Encyclopedia-of-ABO-Knowledge-Yuheng believed that a 100% match between an alpha and omega should be tender and passionate, inseparable.
What was Song Ruochen? An overly energetic little rascal.
And shouldn’t a 100% match bring attraction?
Right now, all Jian Yuheng wanted was to lock this guy in the office and make him write ten different test papers.
Meanwhile, Song Ruochen sneakily checked his phone—
[Yan Ci]: Don’t worry, Little Grape. My husband knows how to organize this kind of report.
[Yan Ci]: But he’s busy right now. I’ll send you a plan tonight. 0.0**
“Secretary Song,” Jian Yuheng walked over. “How much longer will this take?”
Song Ruochen counted on his fingers: “19 hours.”
Jian Yuheng: “…”
Nineteen hours? By then, we’ll have a rooster crowing at dawn instead of a report.
Halfway through his daze, Song Ruochen remembered something: “Oh, right. Because of the workload, Second Young Master, you’ll need to pay me overtime separately.”
The next second, the tall alpha loomed behind him.
“What don’t you understand?” Jian Yuheng asked, barely containing his frustration.
Song Ruochen: “.”
Jian Yuheng leaned over from behind, his right hand pressing down on Song Ruochen’s hand holding the mouse.
“Group completed projects together, send incomplete data back to the respective departments via email, and for these, drag them into the calculation program to estimate the costs.” Jian Yuheng’s voice landed softly in his ear.
“Did you get it?” Jian Yuheng finished his detailed demonstration. “Secretary… Song.”
“Try it yourself?” Jian Yuheng suggested.
“Alright.” Song Ruochen reclaimed control of the mouse and clicked save.
“Thanks for your guidance, Young Master Jian. I’ve completed everything,” Song Ruochen said. “I still have a lot of work to do, so I’ll head back now.”
Jian Yuheng: “…”
He didn’t see much work, but the thick skin was very obvious.
Song Ruochen ran off quickly.
“I’ve learned how to make reports! I’m amazing, System,” he said.
[Smart Grape, quick learner.]
[Are all college graduates as clever as you?]
“I’m brilliant inside and out,” Song Ruochen said.
[Ew? It seems like I can upgrade again. I’ll go update, you play on your own for now.]
Making reports was quite tiring, so Song Ruochen went to the cafeteria to get two small desserts. He sat by the window, eating while replying to emails.
Another message popped up on his phone—
[Yan Ci]: Want to hang out tonight? Jian Feng invited Jian Yuheng to play golf. I’m going too. Want to join? Afterward, we can eat at a private restaurant that’s really delicious.
[Song Ruochen]: I’d love to join you all. I love golf.
[Yan Ci]: I’ve already told Jian Feng. After work, he’ll drive you and his brother over. I’ll wait for you at the golf course.
[Song Ruochen]: Great, great, great.
[Yan Ci]: You can wear those claw gloves I bought. They’re super warm. 0.0*
[Song Ruochen]: Okay (/v/) Okay (v) Okay (v)
*
In the evening, after finishing his work, Jian Feng called out to Song Ruochen, who was furiously typing on his keyboard.
“Secretary Song,” Jian Feng said, “Time to clock out. Let’s go play golf.”
The workplace actor smiled and nodded, “Sounds great.”
The elevator stopped on the first floor, and Jian Yuheng was waiting at the stairs.
“Am I driving, or are you?” Jian Yuheng twirled his car keys.
“I’ll drive,” Jian Feng said. “You two can just sit back.”
“Wait a moment,” Song Ruochen said. “Let’s leave in two minutes.”
Two minutes later, a delivery scooter zoomed up, handing Song Ruochen a beautifully wrapped bouquet of fresh roses.
“President Jian, the flowers you ordered for your wife have arrived,” Song Ruochen said. “President Jian, you truly never miss the chance for romance.”
Jian Yuheng: “…”
Jian Feng: “Haha.”
The flowers took up the front seat, so Jian Yuheng and the little secretary shared the back.
Jian Feng had bought a lot of snacks. Song Ruochen opened a cheese-flavored bag of chips and crunched away.
Riding smoothly was comfortable. Half-closing his eyes, Jian Yuheng’s thoughts returned to that 100% pheromone compatibility.
He needed to keep it a secret. If his mom found out 100% compatibility was right beside him, what would happen?
Speaking of which, could it really be 100%?
He glanced at Song Ruochen. The little secretary was gazing lovingly at the bag of chips, not sparing him even a glance, as if he didn’t care about him at all.
The compatibility with snacks must be higher, right?
There was no sign of 100%. He’d find a chance to retest.
After finishing a bag of chips, Song Ruochen was about to open another when a message from Meng Yumian popped up—
[Meng Yumian]: What do I do, Secretary Song? My source of inspiration seems to have dried up.
[Meng Yumian]: He’s no longer angry or arrogant. He’s becoming timid and weak.
[Meng Yumian]: I need new inspiration.
His elder brother was truly useless, not even recyclable.
[Meng Yumian]: Secretary Song, I just stood up and walked for five minutes. Does this mean I don’t need to lift weights anymore?
[Song Ruochen]: 0.o You can walk that long? Then yes, no need to lift weights. I’ll ask the Ironman Triathlon.
[Meng Yumian]: I’m going downstairs to buy some daily necessities. Talk later.
[Song Ruochen]: Come back. Inspiration is everywhere.
The car stopped at the golf course. Song Ruochen stepped out and saw Yan Ci.
“Secretary Song!” Yan Ci waved. “This walnut crisp smells amazing.”
“Walnut crisp is great,” Song Ruochen said. “I need to boost my brainpower.”
“Dazuo,” Song Ruochen asked, “Which livestream room does streamer Qingping belong to?”
Yan Ci was shocked. “Little Grape, have you been calling me ‘Dazuo’ in private?”
“…Wrong context, Madam,” Song Ruochen said. “Is Qingping still insulting you lately?”
“Always,” Yan Ci said. “Let’s just ignore him.”
Song Ruochen shared Qingping’s livestream ID with Meng Yumian.
[Song Ruochen]: Join this.
[Song Ruochen]: Wait for it.
In the livestream, Qingping was chatting with his viewers—
“Yan Ci’s popularity is all because of his looks,” Qingping said. “His gaming skills are average at best.”
The chat buzzed with agreement.
“SlowWalkSong” entered the livestream.
[SlowWalkSong]: Got it. So, it’s because you can’t rely on your looks. I was wondering why I felt the urge to comment the moment I joined. Turns out your appearance attacked me first.
[SlowWalkSong]: 0.o So many flies in this room. I guess the host’s popularity comes from the stench. Is the house rented from a garbage dump or an outhouse? Marinated to perfection.
Yan Ci: “…”
Qingping: “…”
Qingping: “What the *%@#&!”
[SlowWalkSong] exited the livestream.
Almost simultaneously, Meng Yumian sent a message.
[Meng Yumian]: Such pure anger. It’s back, Secretary Song, my inspiration is back.
[Song Ruochen]: You’re welcome. The secondhand one was useless. This new one should last a while.
[Meng Yumian]: Soon, a new masterpiece will be born.
“Let’s go, Little Grape.” Yan Ci grabbed Song Ruochen’s sleeve. “Want to play golf?”
The college student, who had never played this before, immediately showed interest: “Let me try.”
Song Ruochen picked up a golf club and started nudging the ball on the ground.
With such a long distance and such a small ball, it seemed really hard to get it into the hole. Would a few retries make it possible?
Something lightly tapped his waist twice. He looked up to see Jian Yuheng gently patting his waist with a new golf club.
“Secretary Song,” Jian Yuheng said, “your stance is all wrong.”
The golf club gently pressed against his waist, prompting Song Ruochen to adjust his posture and raise the club.
Jian Yuheng chuckled softly. With that motion, there was no way the ball would be hit correctly. Clearly, the little secretary didn’t know how to play.
The next second, Song Ruochen swung his arm, spinning the golf club like a small fan. After a few rotations, the ball on the grass shot out with a whoosh.
“Little Grape, you’re amazing,” Yan Ci said.
Jian Yuheng: “…?”
A complete redefinition of golf. 🙂
The lazy Song Ruochen grew tired after a few tries and was dragged to the lounge by Yan Ci to play video games.
Song Ruochen already knew that Yan Ci’s gaming skills were beyond doubt because Yan Ci could even carry him in games.
Playing games with Dazuo was an incredible experience—he never lost, climbing the ranks effortlessly.
“It’s getting late,” Yan Ci said after finishing another round. “Let’s change clothes and get ready for the private dining.”
“Alright, alright,” Song Ruochen replied.
“You go first,” Yan Ci said. “I’ll help Jian Feng pack up.”
Song Ruochen headed off. The golf course’s lounge was quite spacious, and their group had a private room with a shower, which should be empty now.
As night fully fell, the temperature dropped. Fortunately, Song Ruochen had brought the thick coat Dazuo bought, which he could change into.
[I’m back!]
[I’ve upgraded to version 2.5.]
[And this upgrade is free!]
[What were you doing just now? I see 40 minutes credited to your rewind coin pouch.]
“Any new features?” Song Ruochen asked.
[Of course.]
[Now you can set two save points at any time, making life feel like cheating~]
[Plus, to promote the save point feature, it’s 10% off rewind usage!]
“Nice, great feature,” Song Ruochen said. “Let’s try it.”
[Setting up for Little Grape now!]
Just as Song Ruochen finished speaking, the bathroom door opened, and Jian Yuheng stepped out after a shower.
Fresh from the shower, the alpha man had only a long towel wrapped around his waist. His dark brown hair was semi-dry, exposing his muscular chest and tight, toned abs, still glistening with water droplets.
Jian Yuheng: “!”
Why was there someone here?
“Villain bro’s physique is excellent,” Song Ruochen said to the system.
[Indeed.]
[Little Grape, maybe step out for a moment? This seems impolite.]
“Oh, oh,” the polite Song Ruochen said, turning away.
Jian Yuheng: “…”
Jian Yuheng also turned away, quickly picking up his clothes and dressing at double speed.
Thankfully, what he had been worried about didn’t happen. Song Ruochen was quite polite today and didn’t try to tug off his towel. So, those past incidents were just for fun, right?
Not that 100% attraction?
The scent of body wash mixed with a hint of hawthorn’s sweet tang, and Song Ruochen suddenly felt hungry.
He quickly changed and went out to wait for dinner.
