FOBTS CH46

Chapter 46: Not Allowed to Leave

Jian Yuheng: “[“

Such a strong bite force.

My pheromone is hawthorn-flavored, but I am not a hawthorn.

Jian Yuheng firmly held the person in place, quietly waiting until Song Ruochen’s body temperature gradually cooled down.

“Song Ruochen?” Jian Yuheng threw away the empty inhibitor bottle and shook the person’s shoulder, “Do you have no basic knowledge about ABO genders?”

[Our little grape is from out of town.]

“…The effect of injecting directly into the neck gland is faster and more effective,” Jian Yuheng said. “He doesn’t understand, but do you not understand either?”

[Pointing at myself.jpg]

[This system is also from out of town.]

[Mom, Boss System, I’ve made it! I just exchanged words with the villain!]

In the confined space, it felt as if someone had opened a can of grape-flavored soda, and the air was filled with a refreshing grape scent.

Logically speaking, the inhibitor was already taking effect, and the sweet and sour scent in the air was fading. However, Jian Yuheng felt his body’s restlessness intensify. He seemed… unwilling to let this scent disappear. Especially since he knew exactly how to make this pheromone linger longer.

Jian Yuheng opened his mouth.

But this little lunatic didn’t want to get married.

If he doesn’t want to, then neither do I.

Jian Yuheng closed his mouth.

But he’s a scoundrel. How many times has he bitten me already?

Ever heard of “an eye for an eye”?

Jian Yuheng opened his mouth again.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

I feel like a fish. A clownfish.

“Xiao Jian.” The person in his arms, Song Ruochen, woke up. “I’m a bit dizzy. Take me to the office.”

Xiao Jian: “…”

I told you to stop pretending. Now you’re really not pretending, huh?

“…Should I call you ‘boss’?” Song Ruochen asked.

Jian Yuheng bent down, picked him up horizontally, and walked toward the CEO’s secretary office.

“I’ve never seen a boss work this hard as a beast of burden,” Jian Yuheng sneered.

At the door of the secretary’s office, Yan Ci and Meng Yumian were splitting items.

“The plush rabbit and chocolate are my gifts for Little Grape,” Yan Ci divided the items. “The pillow and soda crackers are yours.”

“I’ll write a note to label them,” Meng Yumian said. “Mine is more practical.”

Meng Yumian: “Don’t kick my wheelchair, or I’ll get up and ram you with it.”

“Mine has more emotional value… Hm?” Yan Ci suddenly looked up toward the elevator.

Jian Yuheng was walking over with Song Ruochen in his arms.

Yan Ci tightened his grip on Meng Yumian’s hand: “0.0*”

Meng Yumian: “0.0**”

Yan Ci and Meng Yumian simultaneously bowed to Jian Yuheng.

“Sister-in-law, open the door,” Jian Yuheng said. “He passed out again.”

Song Ruochen: “@.@”

Yan Ci held his head and tried to shake off his CP brain: “He hasn’t seemed to get through his heat period recently. Did he take the inhibitor?”

“Injecting into the neck gland worked a bit,” Jian Yuheng replied. “But it seems to only provide temporary relief.”

Jian Yuheng: “Is the special medication for the genetic disorder from the hospital ready?”

“You know?!” Yan Ci was so shocked he almost jumped up.

Jian Yuheng: “I… guessed.”

He gently placed the person on the sofa.

“If the inhibitor fails due to a genetic disorder and he isn’t comforted in time, Little Grape might lose his life,” Yan Ci said anxiously. “Secretary Song’s phone should have the app ‘Awo~.’ Fuzzy Monster, contact that Alpha with a 100% compatibility rate.”

Jian Yuheng: “?”

Jian Yuheng: “Wait…”

Meng Yumian snatched Song Ruochen’s phone, opened the app, and made a voice call—

[Aw~~ Aw~ Aw~~ Aw~]

Jian Yuheng’s phone rang.

Meng Yumian: “???”

Yan Ci: “QoQ”

Jian Yuheng (stealing the moment 200%): “:]”

Yan Ci: “Wuwuwu… Hahaha, why is it you?”

Yan Ci pressed down on Meng Yumian and bowed: “I’ll go buy a new inhibitor collar. Fuzzy Monster, go rush the hospital for the medication. Brother, please help soothe him.”

Jian Yuheng: “Wait…”

Meng Yumian rolled away in his wheelchair, running off with Yan Ci.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Jian Yuheng patted his own head, trying to stay clear-headed. He was relying entirely on willpower not to squish this little grape into a pulp.

He lifted the corner of Song Ruochen’s shirt, found the few remaining Alpha-use inhibitors, and injected them into his own arm without hesitation.

“Song Ruochen?” he asked in a deep voice.

The walking pharmacy: “…”

The unconscious omega suddenly reached out, hugged his waist, and rubbed his face against him, “Hawthorn… smells good.”

Song Ruochen chewed and chewed… and bit his own tongue. A little blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Jian Yuheng instinctively raised his hand and wiped away the trace of blood. “Calling me dad, huh.”

Song Ruochen: “Mm.”

Jian Yuheng closed his eyes, suppressing the raging desire within. The sour hawthorn-scented pheromone wrapped around the omega lying on the sofa.

“Ugh… so sour,” Song Ruochen mumbled with his eyes closed.

Jian Yuheng gritted his teeth and adjusted his pheromone to a sweeter hawthorn, with a calming effect, as he patted Song Ruochen’s head.

Song Ruochen: “Zzzzz.”

Only then did the flush on his cheeks finally fade, revealing his pale and delicate features, so stunning that it was hard to look away.

The human-shaped aroma diffuser let out a sigh of relief and slowly withdrew some of his pheromones.

In the next second, Jian Yuheng’s pants were grabbed.

“Xiao Jian… Don’t go,” Song Ruochen tugged hard.

Jian Yuheng: “:）”

Calling me father one second and acting like a rogue the next.

He’s finally showing his true colors, huh?

Jian Yuheng hesitated for a moment, then placed his palm on Song Ruochen’s head. The little secretary’s black hair was soft, just as he had imagined.

Following the natural soothing process of Alpha pheromones, he gently stroked Song Ruochen’s hair. His fingertips trailed down to the back of the omega’s slightly flushed neck, pressing lightly and then adding a bit more pressure.

A full set of soothing procedures — he was quite experienced.

“Don’t go,” the delirious and possessive little lunatic mumbled, “Hawthorn… I’m going to break your wings, shatter your legs, and lock you up.”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

I can’t take this anymore.

What kind of twisted stuff does this guy usually read?

—

A few hours later.

Song Ruochen: “Zzzzz.”

[Zzzzz]

[0.o?]

[Song Ruochen, wake up. Are you still alive?]

Song Ruochen: “0.o?”

He slowly opened his eyes.

“Secretary Song,” a cold, villainous voice sounded, “How much longer do you plan to—”

“Waaah! Ruochen!” Yan Ci pounced over.

“Wuwuwu, Secretary Song!” Meng Yumian rolled in and crashed into him.

Jian Yuheng, who was pushed five meters away: “…?”

Jian Feng: “Secret awake, brother fly, hahaha.”

Jian Yuheng raised his arm and smacked Jian Feng on the head a few times.

“So many people care about Secretary Song, huh?” Jian Feng said. “Brother, you’ll have to wait your turn.”

“Ruochen,” Yan Ci clung to the edge of the sofa. “Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want something to eat? Look, I bought you a new neck collar! This one shoots lasers! Isn’t it perfectly in line with your trash aesthetic?”

“I rushed the hospital to make the special medication for you,” Meng Yumian said excitedly. “This one lasts longer. I already injected you with it, but you still have—”

Yan Ci smacked him.

Meng Yumian: “Mumbling…”

“I also bought pineapple tarts, peach tarts, and soy milk custard tarts,” Yan Ci said, placing the food on the table one by one.

“I brought something too!” Meng Yumian rummaged through his bag. “I got cream cheese buns. Try mine first.”

“Sir,” Song Ruochen glanced at the clock on the wall, “The match starts in half an hour.”

“No rush!” Yan Ci waved him off. “You don’t understand, I’m lightning fast when I run away!”

Song Ruochen: “…”

I know.

He only slept for a short while, and the sofa was already piled with snacks.

At that moment, there were two soft knocks on the door.

Someone else had arrived.

Meng Yumian turned to the door. “What’s the matter?”

“The production team bought too much milk tea. It’d be a waste to throw it away,” Lu Yunye said. “Give it to Secretary Song. He eats anything anyway.”

“I eat anything, but I especially enjoy your heartfelt gesture,” Song Ruochen replied.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Still able to talk back — not too bad. Alive and kicking.

“Little Grape, did you stay up late again?” Meng Yumian asked in a low voice. “The doctor calculated it last time. Your condition shouldn’t deteriorate this quickly unless you’ve been staying up late.”

Song Ruochen: “Heh… Hehehe.”

A guilty laugh.

Why can’t you even stay up late in the ABO world?

“Are you busy with something, sister-in-law?” Jian Yuheng asked. “Work comes first. Go ahead. There will be people here watching over Secretary Song.”

Yan Ci: “0.0*”

“Sister-in-law— no, Madam,” Song Ruochen weakly raised his head from the pile of snacks and called out to Yan Ci. “Don’t trust your peers too easily.”

He really couldn’t keep going today, so he could only leave a warning.

“Hm? I know,” Yan Ci chuckled. “Rest well, Secretary Song.”

Yan Ci pushed Meng Yumian’s wheelchair and zoomed out of the office.

“Secretary Song.” Jian Feng handed over a red envelope. “Work injury compensation.”

Song Ruochen: “0.o???!”

Work injury?

Song Ruochen: “:D”

Profit.

“Secretary Song.” Finally, it was Jian Yuheng’s turn to speak. He tugged down his collar, revealing the bite mark on his neck. “And what about my work injury… How are you planning to—”

“President Jian, Second Young Master, could you come over for a moment?” Assistant Gong appeared at the door. “The board members are asking for you.”

Jian Yuheng: “皿”

“Alright, we’re coming,” Jian Feng replied.

In the office, only Song Ruochen was left. He rolled over and pulled the blanket up a little higher.

Huh? Where did this blanket come from?

It wasn’t a blanket — it was the villain’s jacket.

Faintly, he could still smell that lingering sweet and sour scent.

“Access the recording from the system monitor,” Song Ruochen asked. “When I passed out earlier, did I… grab the villain again?”

[You passed out, so I couldn’t see the footage either.]

[But… in the break room, you definitely bit him. There’s still a bite mark on Xiao Jian’s neck.]

Song Ruochen: “…”

He vaguely remembered that when he was tossing and turning in discomfort, a pheromone that didn’t belong to him had drifted over and soothed him.

Was it… Jian Yuheng?

Because… only a high-compatibility Alpha’s pheromone could calm an Omega suffering from a genetic disorder.

The villain… actually wasn’t that bad.

And everyone else… was also really nice. No one treated him like some disposable tool. The concern in their eyes was genuine.

It felt like… he was also an important part of this world.

“System,” Song Ruochen said, “I’ve always treated this place as just a novel.”

He thought everyone here was just following the character settings laid out by the original author.

But the sensitive and fragile Yan Ci would buy him a laser neck collar while grumbling. The pampered and frail young master Meng Yumian would panic and rush to the hospital to get his medication. And the prideful and cold Lu Yunye would kneel on the ground, fumbling to find him medicine.

And even Jian Yuheng… didn’t take the opportunity to step on him while he was down. Instead, he might’ve even lent him some hawthorn.

“I’m not just an outsider to this story,” Song Ruochen said. “They, like me, are living, breathing people…”

[Host’s world integration level has increased. New feature unlocked: “Rewind Function.”]

[With the rewind command “Ding Ding Dang,” you can rewind time and carry one non-living object under 1kg. The item will automatically disappear after 30 seconds.]

Song Ruochen: “0.o?”

What a… fun feature. I’ll test it out someday.

“Let’s go. Time to get off work.” Song Ruochen (fully revived version) said, “I need to go home and study how to deal with that annoying jujube from the rival company.”

He hugged Jian Yuheng’s jacket and went upstairs to return it.

“Second Young Master is in a meeting,” Assistant Gong said. “I can give it to him for you.”

Song Ruochen hesitated halfway through handing it over. “I’ll give it to him myself tomorrow.”

“Suit yourself,” Gong Huo said. “By the way, I have good news for you. Heh heh.”

Song Ruochen: “?”

“I got a raise! Hahaha!” Gong Huo beamed. “An extra 20,000! Your salary didn’t go up, did it? Haha, I’m making more than you now.”

“You petty man with a short-sighted vision,” Song Ruochen replied.

Gong Huo: “…”

—

The heat period was temporarily suppressed. After resting for the night, Song Ruochen woke up the next morning feeling mostly recovered.

He carried Jian Yuheng’s coat to work.

The New Year had passed, and traffic flowed steadily outside the Xiaoshi office building. At the pedestrian crossing, Song Ruochen happened to spot Gong Huo, who was about to cross the street.

“Morning,” Gong Huo greeted, “Secretary Song, here on time to slack off again?”

“Morning,” Song Ruochen replied, “Assistant Gong, your appearance is casual, and your attitude towards your colleagues is even more casual.”

Assistant Gong: “…”

The two exchanged disdainful glances before parting ways — one heading to the company, the other crossing the street.

Standing by the third-floor floor-to-ceiling window, Jian Yuheng happened to catch sight of his little secretary walking toward the building, holding his coat in his arms.

What’s this? You even took it home with you last night? You like it that much?

Jian Yuheng: “:D”

This little lunatic, when he was out of it yesterday, kept grabbing him for hawthorn.

Maybe… it wasn’t just a test of courage. Could it be that Song Ruochen actually likes his scent?

Screech— Bang!

Gong Huo: “Ahh!”

Song Ruochen turned around in shock — Assistant Gong had been sent flying.

Song Ruochen: “?”

[Original novel, Chapter 250: Early in the morning, a hit-and-run incident occurred in front of Xiaoshi Group. A gang biker crashed into Assistant Gong, leaving him severely injured and forcing him to resign from his position as an assistant.]

Song Ruochen didn’t remember this. When it came to side characters like this, he had skimmed right past these scenes — including the original “Secretary Song.”

[Probably a plot device to set up the villain’s downfall later on. After all, the original author made the villain too powerful.]

Song Ruochen: “…”

It didn’t feel this sloppy when I was reading it.

“Side characters have families too. He was just bragging about his promotion yesterday,” Song Ruochen muttered. “What gives you the right to decide his fate?”

“System, rewind.”

[Ding Dang.]

On the third floor, Jian Yuheng’s eyes widened.

20 seconds earlier, Song Ruochen brushed past Gong Huo.

“Assistant Gong, you’re destined for misfortune today,” Song Ruochen said mysteriously.

Gong Huo: “?”

Gong Huo: “Psycho.”

A few seconds later—

Gong Huo: “Ahh!”

Song Ruochen: “…”

Again.

[Ding Dang.]

Rewind 5 seconds.

The sharp sound of a car horn pierced the air.

Song Ruochen lunged toward Gong Huo.

Gong Huo: “Ahh!”

Secretary Song: “Aaaah!”

[…]

On the third floor, watching all of this, Jian Yuheng: “…”

Jian Yuheng rubbed his temples.

[Ding, dang.]

At the pedestrian crossing, Gong Huo walked lightly and glanced at the little secretary. “Morning, Secretary Song. Here to slack off again?”

“Screw you!” Song Ruochen yanked the clipboard out of Gong Huo’s hand and smacked it down on his head with a loud bang.

Gong Huo: “@.@”

“Song Ruochen, you lunatic! I’m not done with you!” Gong Huo threw aside his professionalism and chased after Song Ruochen.

Vroom—

A gang biker on an off-road motorcycle roared through the red light and sped across the intersection.

Gong Huo, who was just about to pin Song Ruochen to the ground and beat him up, turned his head and froze for a few seconds before being hit with a wave of fear.

Song Ruochen picked up the clipboard from the ground and smacked it against Gong Huo like playing a cymbal.

“Assistant Gong, how come you’re already this miserable first thing in the morning?” The cold and indifferent little secretary turned and slipped away.

“Oh my god… I almost got hit,” Gong Huo mumbled as he rubbed his head and clutched his chest. “My ancestors must’ve burned a lot of incense for this one.”

By the third-floor window, Jian Yuheng stood there for a long time.

Finally, he raised his hand to his chest, feeling his heart racing.

Damn it. Crazy, clueless, and somehow brilliant.

It seems… letting go isn’t as easy as he thought.

A heart of stone? How is that possible?

Clearly… when Song Ruochen isn’t being a rogue, he also makes him feel this restless, burning desire.

Song Ruochen says he doesn’t want to get married, so he just accepts that?

Is admitting he’s hopelessly into him… really that embarrassing?

Yeah, pretty embarrassing. :）

The company was busy in the morning.

Song Ruochen spent the whole morning in meetings and yawned his way to the cafeteria for lunch.

[Assistant Gong didn’t get hit, but we missed out on some plot coins again.]

“Whatever.” Song Ruochen replied, “It’s like summer vacation homework. When you realize there’s only a few days left of summer break, but you still have a mountain of homework to do, you just throw caution to the wind and play on your phone while reading web novels.”

[Twisted logic.]

[But our Little Grape is brilliant.]

[We’re free right now. Want to try the new rewind feature?]

“Sure, sure.” Song Ruochen was interested. “Let me tell Brother Hawthorn first.”

[Song Ruochen]: Ding ding, rewind.

[Jian Yuheng]: Just got to the cafeteria. Go ahead.

[Jian Yuheng]: By the way, thanks for helping Assistant Gong.

[Song Ruochen]: No big deal. 0.0*

[Song Ruochen]: I’ll return your coat this afternoon.

“Let’s rewind five minutes.” Song Ruochen grabbed an ice cream cone. “Let’s see if I can bring this ice cream back to the office.”

[It’ll only last 30 seconds~]

[Ding ding dang, ding ding dang~]

“Ah, wait,” Song Ruochen suddenly realized. “I forgot to tell him this is a new feature.”

[No worries, he’s in the cafeteria anyway.]

In the cafeteria, holding a bowl of rice, Jian Yuheng: “:D”

Whoosh!

Jian Yuheng was sent back to the meeting room.

“This concludes the morning meeting,” Jian Feng announced. “Yuheng, hand me the recording pen.”

Jian Feng: “?”

Jian Yuheng: “…?”

The entire meeting room, full of executives and employees, turned their eyes toward him.

Jian Yuheng looked down at the steaming bowl of rice in his hands: “…:|”