FOBTS CH31

Chapter 31: The Clever Omega

Jian Yuheng focused, took a deep breath, held his breath, and the song reached the high note again—

Ding.

Song Ruochen, who had failed to pour milk for Grandma and ended up spilling it, breathed a sigh of relief.

“Mrs. Chen,” Song Ruochen politely handed over the milk.

“Mm,” Mrs. Chen Wu nodded in satisfaction.

Jian Yuheng started singing the song again. This time, he was well-prepared, took a deep breath, gathered strength, and reached the high note—

Ding.

Song Ruochen, who had stepped on Jian Feng’s left and right feet, breathed a sigh of relief.

“Mr. Jian,” Song Ruochen said, “Be careful with your feet.”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

This mischievous grape, always causing new trouble.

This time, after holding his breath several times, Jian Yuheng let out a pure high note with a hint of anger.

It felt great; being able to sing it all in one breath was just so satisfying.

“Sounds good!” Yan Ci clapped.

“Sounds good,” Song Ruochen clapped.

It felt like all emotion, no technique. Is this the level of a top ten singer?

Three rehearsals later, achieving a perfect voice, Jian Yuheng proudly put down the microphone and left the stage.

[~~~~~]

Song Ruochen: “?”

“Little boss, what’s wrong?” Song Ruochen asked.

[The high note shook me~~~]

[The lingering sound stays for three days without ending.]

“He sings quite well,” Song Ruochen said, “I almost want to restore the backup and listen again.”

[I just scanned a polar bear in the Arctic, so cute.]

[Show Little Grape the polar bear [image]]

Song Ruochen: “Wow!”

[Alright, to repay me, go pick a song from my favorite alpha boy band.]

Song Ruochen: “Repay? I feel like beating you up.”

Despite saying that, he still went to the jukebox, found the playlist of a certain alpha boy band.

Jian Yuheng: “?”

What? Wasn’t my singing good enough? You want to hear someone else?

Anyway, since it’s for the system to listen to, Song Ruochen played the original track and quietly hummed along.

Jian Yuheng glanced at the screen. Five alphas were dancing wildly, and their singing wasn’t good either.

You like this?

“Sounds good, sounds good,” Yan Ci clapped, “Little Grape sings so well.”

After the song ended, Song Ruochen was tired. He returned the microphone to Jian Yuheng and sat back in his seat.

“Look,” Yan Ci opened his palm, “Liquor-filled chocolate.”

Song Ruochen: “:D”

“Liquor?” Jian Yuheng became alert.

“A little bit of liquor; the alcohol content is very low,” Yan Ci said, “You won’t get drunk.”

Yan Ci winked at Jian Yuheng and smiled understandingly.

“It’s just that… I’m afraid… the alcohol might affect Secretary Song’s work,” Jian Yuheng said.

“…It won’t,” Yan Ci whispered, “Secretary Song won’t be affected.”

Under Jian Yuheng’s worried gaze, Song Ruochen quickly finished two liquor-filled chocolates.

“Secretary Song, the night view from the top of this building is beautiful; would you accompany me to see it?” Yan Ci asked.

“Sure,” Song Ruochen said, feeling a bit tired, so he went out with Yan Ci for a stroll.

Inside the KTV private room, the Jian family discussed the recent operations of the company.

“…We are developing new collaborative projects, and we’ve also started trying the short dramas that Secretary Song suggested,” Jian Yuheng said. “The newly established project department is currently looking for scripts and actors.”

Jian Feng, sitting next to him, suddenly frowned.

“What’s wrong?” Jian Yuheng asked.

Jian Feng looked at his uncle: “Uncle, if you have any issues with Yan Ci, you can take it up with me.”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

No way, big brother, your delay is so high.

Jian Feng: “No need to say more, time will prove that Yan Ci and I are true love.”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

No wonder Song Grape is so crazy; with a target like this, who wouldn’t go mad?

“I really didn’t mean it,” their uncle said. “It’s just that the elders want to teach the younger generation some manners, all for the sake of the Jian family’s reputation.”

“No need for that,” Jian Yuheng said. “The Jian family is about to lose its reputation.”

*

At 10 PM, after taking a shower, Jian Yuheng comfortably lay on the bed and opened his phone—

【Title: Is it performance art? I saw the birthday banquet at the performance art exhibition.】

Comments section—

[Hahahaha, good, good art.]

[I declare, this is the strongest performance art of the event.]

[Old Master Jian safely reached 70 and faced the big hurdle in life.]

[Our Yan Ci actually knows that Fuzzy Monster.]

Sure enough, everyone had become clowns. Jian Yuheng smiled contentedly.

“Ow~”

His phone rang.

The office scavenger was back to scavenging.

[Corporate Slave]: Greetings, Father Emperor.

[Boss]: Mm, speak.

[Corporate Slave]: I haven’t worked for several days, and the work has piled up. What should I do?

[Boss]: Finish it in order.

[Corporate Slave]: Do you have a banquet planning template?

[Boss]: You should learn to be self-reliant.

[Corporate Slave]: You’re right. The CEO’s younger brother has a birthday soon, and he asked me to plan the birthday banquet. It’s time for me to independently handle some things.

[Boss]: [Complete Banquet Planning Template · From Invitation to Farewell], you can be independent anytime, no rush.

[Corporate Slave]: Woc, today’s details are so thorough, thank you, Leader!

[Boss]: You’re welcome.

Jian Yuheng: “:)”

Doesn’t want to become performance art either.

Giving someone roses leaves a lingering fragrance. Helping Secretary Song is like leaving a space for my own survival.

[Corporate Slave]: Father Emperor, what medicine can I take for dizziness?

Jian Yuheng: “? Dizziness?”

Is it because of those two liquor-filled chocolates?

[Boss]: Just sleep it off smoothly.

[Corporate Slave]: The leader’s choice of words is quite niche.

The Corporate Slave stopped messaging, probably because they fell asleep. Jian Yuheng helplessly tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Wine-loving grape, still loves to drink.

As he was about to sleep, he remembered that day when he held Song Ruochen. He had acted heroically, but did Song Ruochen think better of him?

Forget it, does it really matter if he does or not?

*

The next morning, diligent Jian Yuheng went to the company.

Assistant Gong bought two cups of coffee, one for him and one for Jian Yuheng.

“Secretary Song isn’t here, you two have worked hard,” a board member said. “I see Secretary Song has taken a leave today, so you two can relax a bit.”

Jian Feng: “It’s fine.”

Jian Feng: “.”

Good news, the workload hasn’t increased these past few days.

Bad news, the workload hasn’t increased these past few days.

Jian Yuheng shifted his gaze.

The work was still the same, just without being resold or passed around.

The office door opened, and Song Ruochen, wearing a name tag, walked in: “Young Master, Second Young Master, good morning, why are you both standing? It’s time to work.”

“Okay,” Jian Feng said.

Jian Yuheng gritted his teeth and walked away as well.

Song Ruochen picked some work to do and returned to his desk, helping Jian Feng design the schedule. In the coming days, Jian Feng had to dine with the boss of Haochi, meet with the board of Bao Le, drink tea with Grandpa, and attend the competition commentary by Yan Ci.

The secretary’s duty is to arrange the CEO’s schedule in the shortest time, making it reasonable and compact.

“Ding-ling-ling~” The internal phone on the desk rang, and Song Ruochen answered it.

“Secretary Song,” Jian Yuheng’s voice came from the phone, “Come help me with something.”

Song Ruochen: “Second Young Master, tell me what the task is.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line, then Jian Yuheng said: “The company has issued new rules this week. Come over and copy them, don’t just idle around.”

“Second Young Master is down on his luck, can’t even afford a copier for the office?” Song Ruochen asked.

Ding-dang.

“I’ll be right there,” Song Ruochen said seriously.

He had just returned to work, and the villain was already making him copy documents. Song Ruochen sat at Jian Yuheng’s desk, popped two small cookies into his mouth, and slowly hand-copied the company’s new rules.

Jian Yuheng picked up the CEO’s schedule he had left aside—

Invite the boss of Haochi, the board members of Bao Le, and Grandpa to Yan Ci’s commentary competition, give the boss of Haochi a bowl of rice, give Grandpa a cup of tea, and have a discussion with Bao Le’s board members.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

This is crazy, this isn’t a schedule, it’s an assassination list.

Everyone on this paper will be disgraced.

He pulled a pen from the pen holder and wrote a more reasonable schedule for his brother.

The itinerary is simple. :）

Jian Yuheng closed his pen, unable to smile.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Mm, mm, mm, I’ve become a secretary.

“Come with me to interview the new batch of streamers,” Jian Yuheng said. “And finish copying the new rules while you’re at it.”

Song Ruochen: “…”

“After the interview is over, I’ll check it,” Jian Yuheng said.

Just a little rewind, a bit of control.

As long as I give this lively secretary some tasks he doesn’t want to do and keep a close eye on him, he’ll pass this interview in one go. 😀

*

Ten minutes later, Song Ruochen sat in the interviewer’s seat, his pen still scribbling away nonstop.

Jian Yuheng glanced over—

【Company New Rules】

1. Respect the secretary, take care of the secretary, and do not physically punish the secretary.
2. Half-price meals, extended lunch breaks, double salary.

Jian Yuheng raised a finger and poked Song Ruochen’s head: “I told you to copy the rules, not write an essay.”

Ding.

Song Ruochen rolled his eyes and rewrote it.

This time, he sat up straight, obediently copying, his mouth tightly pressed, making Jian Yuheng feel a bit like he was bullying someone.

Jian Yuheng: “:)”

The new batch of streamers hoping to join the Xiao Shi support program entered the interview room.

Jian Yuheng flipped the hourglass, tapped the mechanical clock, then pressed an electronic watch, and finally glanced at the position of the sun outside.

“Neurotic,” he heard the little secretary mutter softly.

Jian Yuheng: “皿”

Are you cursing me?

Song Ruochen copied two lines, rubbed his sore wrist, and then looked up to see a familiar face—

The game streamer Qingping (the tired version).

This leggy tormentor came right in front of him.

In the book, Yan Ci was bullied by Qingping, and no one in the Jian family knew about it. Later, Yan Ci discovered that Qingping had made it to the second round of interviews at Jian Feng’s company, which made him feel quite upset.

The interview room was silent, and Assistant Gong was about to speak when Song Ruochen spoke first.

The delicate little secretary coldly raised his chin at the person in the center of the room: “You go first.”

“Second Young Master, this…” Assistant Gong asked.

Isn’t this against the rules?

Jian Yuheng glanced at the seemingly ordinary alpha in the center of the room, his lips curling slightly, his voice cold and firm: “It’s fine.”

Streamer Qingping looked surprised, a glint of hope flashing in his eyes. Did this omega secretary pointing at him mean he had a chance?

However, Song Ruochen’s name sounded so familiar, he felt like he had seen it somewhere.

“Qingping,” Song Ruochen’s clear voice rang out, “Please stand.”

Qingping, who was about to sit down, froze.

Jian Yuheng’s lips curved slightly.

“Tell me your shortcomings,” Song Ruochen said.

Qingping: “?”

He was asked about his shortcomings right away.

“I…” Qingping hesitated, “I get emotional easily.”

“Is that all?” Song Ruochen asked. “Then you’re not being sincere in answering the question.”

“I’m ambitious, quick-tempered, and sometimes a bit lazy,” Qingping said.

“You don’t understand yourself well enough,” Song Ruochen said. “You’re not suitable for Xiao Shi.”

“I… I’m stubborn, quick-tempered, and jealous,” Qingping said. “I can’t stand others being better than me.”

“That’s more like it,” Song Ruochen said.

Qingping sighed in relief.

The next second, Song Ruochen said: “Because your flaws are too many, Xiao Shi cannot hire you.”

Qingping: “…”

Jian Yuheng: “:)”

“Secretary Song,” Qingping said, suppressing his anger, “I believe that interviews at big companies shouldn’t be a joke?”

“You have 25 records of personally or inciting fans to insult Yan Ci,” Song Ruochen said. “You insulted the CEO’s wife and still want to cooperate with the group. What does that mean?”

Song Ruochen: “Do you eat with one hand and curse with the other?”

Qingping: “…”

Wasn’t it said that Xiao Shi’s CEO didn’t care about Yan Ci? How could…

And why does it sound so familiar when the secretary curses?

“We don’t cooperate with bad-record streamers,” Assistant Gong said. “Next one, please.”

Song Ruochen kicked a tormentor, saving himself from a big trouble, and happily continued copying the company’s new rules.

The air conditioning in the interview room seemed to be a bit too high. He had already taken off his jacket, but he still felt a little dizzy from the heat.

After waiting for the interview to finish, the streamers and interviewers left one by one. He was about to leave as well, but when he stood up, he swayed and sat back down.

“Secretary Song, don’t want to leave?” Jian Yuheng, who had already reached the door, asked.

Song Ruochen, sitting in the chair, stared blankly at the door.

“System, I’m not feeling well,” Song Ruochen said. “Rewind.”

[Alert! Host’s body parameters are abnormal, system rewind lagging.]

[Submitting request…]

“Song Ruochen?” Jian Yuheng frowned, suddenly smelling a sweet grape fragrance in the air.

He quickly closed the door.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

No, he should be outside the door, not inside.

“Is this it? The omega’s heat period?” Song Ruochen asked the system.

[Yes, smart.]

The previously cold and indifferent omega was now lying tiredly on the desk, even the hair on his head drooping.

At a glance, Jian Yuheng felt like he was going to turn red too.

“Secretary Song,” Jian Yuheng asked, “Did you bring suppressants?”

“I have them,” Song Ruochen said.

From the day he arrived in this world and realized he was an omega, he decided not to be the foolish omega in novels.

So, Song Ruochen lifted the hem of his sweater, revealing his pale, slender waist and the several suppressants hanging from his pants.

Song v touched his beloved waist accessories: “Enough for me.”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Jian Yuheng: “……….”

Jian Yuheng couldn’t hold it anymore, and neither could the pheromones.

Song Ruochen’s gaze briefly became confused—

Song Ruochen: “:D”

Song Ruochen suddenly lifted his head and tugged at Jian Yuheng’s tie, pulling the alpha forward.

Song Ruochen: “:D”

The grape-scented pheromone surrounded Jian Yuheng.

“How about some hawthorn?” Song Ruochen tilted his head back, suddenly getting closer, his lips accidentally brushing against the alpha’s neck. “Painless suppression.”

Better than getting a needle, just rubbing some hawthorn and smelling it.

[Little grape, you’re a rogue!]

The sweet grape scent filled the air, and the omega, who was closer than usual, appeared even more alluring.

Jian Yuheng’s gaze shifted slightly, his hand pressing against Song Ruochen’s neck, his fingertips pressing at the back of the omega’s neck as he harshly said, “Song Ruochen, I warn you…”

The pressure on his neck made Song Ruochen feel sore, his eyes slightly open. The sweet and sour scent helped relieve the heat in his body a little.

[Hawthorn scent is effective, and it was detected that the host’s physical condition has improved, making it suitable for a rewind. Requesting execution.]

Ding.

The interview ended.

Song Ruochen grabbed his jacket and rushed out of the interview room.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

“Second Young Master?” Assistant Gong asked. “Aren’t you leaving?”

The second young master was dazed: “Warning, warning, warning.”