FOBTS CH14

Jian Yuheng’s expression turned cold.

Was this rewind meant to play “Gold Miner” with him?

He reached out again, avoiding the suitcase, and accurately grabbed Song Ruochen.

Song Ruochen, still dizzy, crashed into the firm chest of the alpha, stars practically bursting before his eyes.

“Did I brake with my face?” he asked.

The collar of his shirt tightened as Jian Yuheng grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him slightly away.

“Secretary Song,” Jian Yuheng’s lips curved faintly, “Did you forget how to walk upright after getting off the plane?”

Song Ruochen, nearly crawling: “…”

“Secretary Song,” Assistant Gong approached, “Are you ambushing Second Young Master while I’m not around?”

“Do I need to wait until you’re not around to ambush him?” Song Ruochen asked weakly, “Is that a surveillance camera on your head?”

Assistant Gong: “I…”

“Assistant Gong, don’t argue with him,” Jian Yuheng interrupted.

Most people couldn’t win against him. It seemed that the pitiful little secretary had invested all his skill points into his mouth.

“What happened?” The original novel’s protagonist gong walked over.

“Nothing,” Jian Yuheng said. “Secretary Song probably got a bit airsick.”

“Do you still want to eat?” Jian Feng asked, lifting the snacks the flight attendant had packed.

Song Ruochen happily took the snacks, stumbled two steps, and said, “Yue.”

The branch office of Xiaoshi in City C sent a business car to pick them up, along with a mid-level manager. As soon as they got in the car, they began discussing the company’s recent business performance.

Jian Feng listened from the side, frequently chiming in with comments.

Assistant Gong listened from the side, occasionally adding a few remarks.

Secretary Song, on the other hand—

Jian Yuheng glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

Excellent; Secretary Song was AFK.

Probably due to airsickness, the omega’s cheeks were a bit pale, and his naturally light lip color appeared even more bloodless.

He closed his eyes to rest, the strands of hair on his forehead slightly dampened with cold sweat, his long eyelashes drooping, and a red mark visible on the side of his neck.

Jian Yuheng glanced at the button on his sleeve and unconsciously lowered his voice as he spoke, “The new plan will be implemented next month…”

Jian Feng instinctively followed suit, lowering his voice as well, “The media division is preparing to sign a new batch of streamers to produce fresh content…”

Assistant Gong mouthed silently, “I will fully support Second Young Master’s work…”

The branch office manager: “?”

Why so secretive?

“What are you all talking about?” Song Ruochen opened his eyes. “Such a heavy sense of stealth.”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

With just one comment, Secretary Song plunged the entire car into silence. He calmly closed his eyes again and continued to rest.

[Oh my heavens, Ruochen, what’s wrong with you?]

‘I want to quit,’ Song Ruochen thought to himself.

[Where you fall, you must rise again!]

‘No,’ Song Ruochen replied. ‘We college students just die where we fall.’

[…Never attended college.]

[But just now, the protagonist gong transferred 50,000 yuan to your card as a business trip allowance.]

‘Did my value increase?’ The cheap labor force raised an eyelid, showing signs of revival.

The business car stopped at the entrance of a five-star hotel. Jian Yuheng tilted his chin slightly, and Assistant Gong got out to load two suitcases.

The protagonist gong tilted his chin slightly.

Song Ruochen pondered for a moment. “Do you want me to push them too?”

Jian Feng: “.”

As Jian Yuheng stepped off the car, he stumbled slightly, barely suppressing the laughter on his face.

Jian Feng pushed the two suitcases into the hotel.

“Secretary Song,” Jian Yuheng spoke up, “Tonight, the branch office is hosting the dinner. It’s just a meal; no work involved. If you’re feeling unwell from airsickness, you can skip it.”

Lest he gets drunk again and turns him into a meme-worthy video.

Moreover, the omega had been swaying all the way, like a delicate white butterfly that might fall at any moment.

“Yuheng has grown up,” Jian Feng remarked approvingly. “He’s learned to care for the company’s employees.”

Yuheng: “:)”

“No need,” Song Ruochen solemnly refused. “Accompanying the boss for dinner is also part of a secretary’s job.”

It was rare for the villain to show some conscience and not order him around excessively.

Although Song Ruochen also wanted to lie down, he couldn’t.

Tonight’s dinner was fraught with peril for the original novel’s protagonist gong.

Due to the branch office’s incompetence, an important partnership for Xiaoshi Group had been delayed.

The Jian brothers came this time to hold them accountable and renegotiate the deal.

To avoid punishment, the branch office had prepared several so-called “thoughtful” gifts for Jian Feng, including a few omega celebrities with good looks.

In the original novel, someone had intentionally taken photos from a specific angle and leaked them, which Yan Ci saw.

Jian Yi, being upright and stubborn, refused to explain, leaving Yan Ci heartbroken for an entire night.

Song Ruochen couldn’t trust them. He had to keep an eye on things to step in at critical moments.

“I’ll be there on time tonight,” Song Ruochen said.

“Second Young Master?” Assistant Gong asked. “Did you just sigh?”

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The perks of being a CEO’s secretary were excellent. The bed in this five-star hotel was incredibly comfortable for Song Ruochen.

He turned over and accidentally pressed the TV remote—

“Alpha Specialty Hospital: Treating All Types of Pheromone Disorders.”

Song Ruochen changed the channel.

“Tips and Tricks: How to Spot an Alpha Dog at a Glance.”

‘System,’ Song Ruochen suddenly remembered, ‘You can’t work without the internet, right?’

[Hey.]

Then he’d have to avoid places with bad internet.

[Don’t worry,A except for high altitudes, I’ll find a way to piggyback on networks.]

“Is that why my phone bill exceeded 500 last month?” Song Ruochen asked expressionlessly.

[Hehe (guilty).]

Song Ruochen changed the channel again.

“Multiple hospitals are launching compatibility testing services to regularly recommend suitable AO partners for singles.”

[Get some rest. You still have work tonight.]

Song Ruochen turned off the TV and fell asleep instantly.

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Meanwhile, in the branch office’s conference room, someone was whispering conspiratorially.

“President Yan, can the two omega celebrities Manager Zheng found win over Jian Feng?” someone asked.

“They can,” Chairman Yan said confidently. “During dinner, offer Jian Feng more drinks. Once he’s tipsy, say a few sweet words, and he’ll surely soften up.”

Chairman Yan added, “If that doesn’t work, have the hotel staff take some photos from specific angles and send them to his wife. If it causes a stir, he won’t have time to deal with us.”

“Brilliant, Chairman Yan. What about Second Young Master Jian and Secretary Song?” the employee asked.

“I’ll handle Jian Yuheng. He and Jian Feng aren’t on the same page. If interests align, we might even win him over. I’m confident I can persuade him,” Chairman Yan said.

“And Secretary Song?” the subordinate asked.

“He’s just a secretary who follows his boss’s orders. Nothing to worry about,” Chairman Yan replied, assuming Secretary Song wasn’t someone difficult to deal with.

“Understood,” the subordinate said. “I’ll refine our plan. Chairman Yan, you convince Second Young Master Jian, and I’ll arrange for the omega celebrities to handle Jian Feng. Then, we’ll get Jian Feng drunk and muddle his judgment.”

“Excellent,” Chairman Yan said. “Let’s proceed as planned.”

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Four hours later, a well-rested Song Ruochen followed Jian Feng into a restaurant.

The original white shirt he wore had been wrinkled, so he changed into a new outfit chosen by Yan Ci—

A seemingly simple white sweater with a side slit, tied with a light purple ribbon, revealing a small glimpse of his pale waist. The matching pants were also unique, with a silver chain hanging from the waistband that jingled with every step.

Yan Ci had high hopes for this outfit, sending multiple messages to remind him to wear it often.

Before leaving the room, Song Ruochen had sent Yan Ci a full-body photo. Right now, Yan Ci’s reply arrived.

[Yan Ci]: 0.0*

[Yan Ci]: Ruochen, you’re so beautiful.

[Song Ruochen]: 0.o, praise me for being cool.

[Yan Ci]: Ruochen is too cool!

Pleased with himself, Song Ruochen hopped forward a few steps.

Jian Yuheng had already arrived and was leaning against the hallway wall, patiently exchanging pleasantries with someone—

“Second Young Master, your return has brought new vitality to Xiaoshi Group,” Chairman Yan flattered. “Just from the annual meeting proposal, one can see your exceptional talent.”

Ding.

Jian Yuheng: “?”

Another rewind? That shouldn’t be possible.

Uncertain but cautious.

Jian Yuheng stopped speaking, stood upright, and waited for a reset.

“Second Young Master is truly a man of outstanding appearance and extraordinary ideas,” Chairman Yan continued to praise. “Second Young Master is resourceful and thoughtful.”

Second Young Master remained silent and motionless, leaving Chairman Yan at a loss for words.

Jian Yuheng frowned; still no reset.

“Continue,” Jian Yuheng said.

Chairman Yan: “Second Young Master, let’s not beat around the bush. Everyone has ambitions…”

Ding.

After a few seconds of tension, Jian Yuheng’s expression became unfocused again.

Chairman Yan: “…”

He had great confidence in his persuasion skills, but he couldn’t handle someone with such a short attention span!

Jian Yuheng turned around and walked in the direction of the sound.

Chairman Yan: “Hey, Second—Second Young Master!”

Inside the private dining room, Song Ruochen was fulfilling his secretarial duties.

After finding Jian Feng a seat, he aligned all the chairs in the room. Thinking they looked too uniform, he rearranged them again.

He worked up a light sweat, panting slightly, and felt that being a secretary was unexpectedly tiring.

The next moment, the door to the private room opened, and Jian Yuheng appeared at the entrance.

“Song Ruochen, come here.” When he looked up, Jian Yuheng visibly paused.

The light purple ribbon tied around the omega’s narrow waist looked exceptionally elegant, and the silver chain at his waist jingled softly with his movements—

Ding.

Ding.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

“What’s the matter?” Song Ruochen walked over, only to be grabbed by a stormy Jian Yuheng and dragged into the hallway restroom, where the door was locked.

Song Ruochen: “?”

What’s going on?

The alpha’s slightly warm hand gripped his waist, making him flinch slightly. His confused eyes looked up at the antagonist.

What? Silencing him?

The antagonist’s slender fingers reached for the clasp of the silver chain on his waist. With a click, it was removed.

Jian Yuheng snorted. “Too noisy.”

Song Ruochen: “?”

“This little noise bothers you?” he asked. “You might as well move to Silent Hill.”

As expected of a villain.

He pushed the door open and left.

In front of the restroom mirror, Jian Yuheng weighed the confiscated silver chain in his hand, tugging at the corner of his mouth in exasperation.

It was over. He couldn’t stand the sound of ding anymore.

Still, the white sweater exposing Song Ruochen’s waist looked really good today. At first glance, he almost resembled a little celebrity, making it hard to look away.

Song Ruochen muttered complaints as he left the restroom. After wandering the hallway for a while, he couldn’t find his private room.

At the end of the hallway, Chairman Yan was on the phone: “Jian Yuheng is completely unyielding. We can’t win him over for now. What about Jian Feng? Are the omega celebrities you arranged ready? It’s getting late. Why aren’t they here yet? Even seduction should be punctual.”

“They should be arriving soon. I’ll urge them,” the person on the other end replied.

Just as the words fell, Chairman Yan made eye contact with an omega beauty wandering the hallway.

“Is it you?” Chairman Yan reached out and grabbed him. “What are your credentials?”

Song Ruochen: “?” Who are you?

Too lazy to respond, Song Ruochen turned to leave.

“What kind of attitude is that?” Chairman Yan grabbed him again. “I’m your boss.”

Jian Yuheng had just steadied his mood and stepped out of the restroom when he heard a loud bang from the hallway, followed by—

“I’m your dad!”

Jian Yuheng: “…”