FOBTS CH63

Chapter 63: Boyfriend

Song Ruochen’s mouth always moved faster than his brain.

By the time his brain caught up, he was staring at a frozen Jian Yuheng figurine.

Song Ruochen: “…”

Help… what did I just do?

His quick wit had become second nature, and he’d lost any reverence for the villain. His first instinct in any situation was to match energy.

And so, he’d just… kissed him?!

Jian Yuheng twitched, slowly raising a hand to touch his lips.

So, that just now was—

The omega’s lips, still slightly red from earlier rubbing, had brushed against him like a warm cloud, short-circuiting his brain.

And now, the culprit was waking up from his daze, starting to sport a “Oh my gosh, how could you” expression.

Jian Yuheng’s lips twitched into a smile.

Not just barely—this quirky omega was adorable. Song Ruochen could climb on his head and sing, and he wouldn’t even think of punishing him.

Snapping out of it, Song Ruochen started pointing fingers. “You’re a boss, suddenly hugging your secretary. What’s that ab—”

He didn’t get to the “-out.”

With a move that could score full marks, the alpha grabbed his waist, pinned him back to the sofa, and kissed him.

Song Ruochen: “?”

So intense.

Maybe a bit annoyed, Jian Yuheng’s actions were urgent and fierce, his right hand almost gripping Song Ruochen’s jaw, urging him to open his mouth.

Song Ruochen: “0_0*”

Not opening.

Sweet-tart pheromones slowly enveloped him. For a fleeting moment, his lower back softened, his scalp tingled, and he felt an overwhelming intensity, his eyelashes trembling lightly.

The sensation lasted only two seconds before fading, but it left his bangs damp with cold sweat, and in a slight gasp, his mouth parted.

“That’s an alpha pheromone’s intimidation,” Jian Yuheng said. “Mine’s pretty strong, right?”

Jian Yuheng: “I once scared off a dog with it. Works great.”

Song Ruochen felt the alpha lean down again, kissing his lips.

This was their first real kiss, the sweet-tart flavor embracing him again, this time bringing safety and comfort.

Jian Yuheng didn’t cross any lines, just focused on a gentle kiss, but it left Song Ruochen’s lips aching.

“That’s the soothing effect,” Jian Yuheng said. “I think I did alright.”

He pulled back slightly, giving Song Ruochen room to breathe.

The little secretary’s white shirt collar was slightly open, his blinking eyes shimmering with a hint of tears.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Some skills, Song Ruochen seemed to pull off without pheromones.

“Let’s try ‘attraction’ next,” Jian Yuheng said, sitting up.

The next second, a fresh, sweet-tart hawthorn scent enveloped Song Ruochen. He shot upright, sniffing his way to Jian Yuheng’s neck.

“Could use a bit of rock sugar,” Song Ruochen mumbled, burying his face in Jian Yuheng’s shoulder.

“You’re getting picky now,” Jian Yuheng said, grabbing Song Ruochen’s collar and pulling him aside, retracting his pheromones. “Don’t get too close—I’m not as self-controlled as you think.”

Song Ruochen: “…”

His brain conjured some risky images, looping on repeat.

Uh, maybe not then.

“But a hug’s fine,” Jian Yuheng said, pulling him close.

Song Ruochen thought the tall, sturdy, and proper Jian alpha made for a very secure pillow.

“Don’t just toss those pheromone skills around in front of others,” Jian Yuheng couldn’t help but say.

Teaching even a bit of this innate stuff was already impressive.

But Song Ruochen was a terrible student.

“I’m not that dumb,” Song Ruochen said scornfully.

Song Ruochen: “…I mean, I’m not dumb.”

The air still held a trace of intimacy, and Song Ruochen sat in a daze, his body still outpacing his brain, too stunned to speak.

“Does Secretary Song like me?” Jian Yuheng asked.

Song Ruochen: “…Don’t know.”

In his head, there wasn’t a clear “like” or “dislike.”

He just instinctively wanted to know this person, no longer satisfied with the book’s scraps. He wanted to understand his origins, his past, his future.

Inevitably, he’d notice Jian Yuheng’s demeanor in meetings, his little gestures when speaking.

And he was easily swayed by the alpha’s sweet-talking traps.

Was that liking someone?

“Don’t know? You kissed me without knowing?” Jian Yuheng said. “Now that you’ve kissed me, no one else will want me.”

Song Ruochen: “Ugh…”

Why does it sound like he’s the jerk here?

“You’re keeping it,” Jian Yuheng said, his hand resting on Song Ruochen’s neck, gently stroking. “If you dare think about returns, I’ll…”

Lock you in a dark room and scold you.

“I’ll chase you all over again,” Jian Yuheng said.

Song Ruochen: “…”

You think no one can tell when you’re saying one thing and meaning another?!

[Darkened Second Young Master would probably be pretty hot too.]

“You awake?” Song Ruochen asked.

[Booted up, hehe, joining the fun.]

“Haven’t had a chance to give Secretary Song anything yet,” Jian Yuheng continued. “What does Secretary Song like?”

“Oh, I’ve got some,” Song Ruochen said. “Paid vacations, tenfold year-end bonuses, company cars, and houses.”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Song Ruochen tilted his head, thought for two seconds, then grabbed Jian Yuheng’s hand, spreading it open. He traced his finger across the alpha’s palm.

“What’d you write?” Jian Yuheng asked.

“My name,” Song Ruochen whispered. “No returns, signed for… trying it out.”

He figured Jian Yuheng would get what he meant.

Sure enough, the alpha leaned in, one hand lifting his chin, kissing his lips again as Song Ruochen was forced to tilt his head.

“Guaranteed satisfaction,” Jian Yuheng said.

Song Ruochen: “Second Young Master, I…”

He’d been in this office a bit too long.

Came to deliver lunch, ended up becoming lunch.

“Call me something else?” Jian Yuheng asked. “Second Young Master’s a bit formal.”

Song Ruochen: “Second Dog.”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

“Ah… don’t pinch my neck!” The gland there couldn’t take it—Song Ruochen twisted like seaweed.

“A-friend,” Song Ruochen said honestly.

Jian Yuheng: “?”

Jian Yuheng: “…Where you from?”

[.]

[Book didn’t say.]

[Go on, call him boyfriend—that’s the right one.]

“Boyfriend,” Song Ruochen corrected. “Now the trial version of Secretary Song’s boyfriend.”

The trial version was thrilled, hugging him for a good while.

A few minutes later, Song Ruochen, who’d delivered lunch only to lose himself, squirmed free from Hungry Young Master and slinked back to his office.

As he closed the door, he glanced at the mirror by the desk.

The omega in the reflection had flushed cheeks, lips swollen from kissing, looking like they’d been painted with gloss.

This Hawthorn’s a good one, just a bit heavy-handed!

[Little Grape’s so pretty, like he’s got makeup on. Cheering.jpg]

“Say something substantial,” Song Ruochen said.

[Your looks are perfect for getting thoroughly teased.]

Song Ruochen: “?”

Never asked, but is this a legit system?

[President Song, incoming message. Please check.]

The system said solemnly.

Song Ruochen opened his work computer—

[Lu Yunye]: Nervous.

[Lu Yunye]: Thinking that in less than 3 hours, my trashy drama’s about to be judged by the whole country. Panicking, can’t nap.

[Song Ruochen]: Dr. Song’s prescribing some meds.

Song Ruochen called the project manager at Haochi Group.

“Run three episodes early,” Song Ruochen said. “Let the family enjoy it for free first.”

“Got it, Secretary Song,” the Haochi rep said. “Three episodes are now live on Haochi’s short-video platform.”

Perfect.

Song Ruochen switched back to the chat.

[Lu Yunye]: My anxious heart’s trembling.

[Song Ruochen]: Check the company’s streaming platform.

[Lu Yunye]: …?

[Song Ruochen]: Can you nap now?

[Lu Yunye]: Eyes closed for good.

Meanwhile, at the other end of City A, Nanchi Group.

Tong Hao sat in his office, reviewing the performance of the company’s entertainment projects for the week.

Both TV dramas were doing well, and with no notable releases from other platforms recently, there was no competition. Nanchi was set to profit.

Xiaoshi’s been slacking lately—no decent projects.

Tong Hao excitedly slapped the desk: “Secretary Li, grab me a pack of cigarettes.”

“Sorry, President Tong,” came Secretary Li’s voice from the next room. “I’m busy.”

Tong Hao: “?”

Was it his imagination, or had Secretary Li become harder to boss around lately?

“Smoking damages an alpha’s pheromone quality,” Secretary Li said. “I won’t do anything to harm the boss.”

“Then get me some lunch,” Tong Hao said.

“Eating too much affects your thinking depth,” Secretary Li said. “I won’t do anything to hurt Nanchi.”

Tong Hao: “…”

Nearby, Secretary Li clenched his fist, wiping sweat from his brow.

Xiaoshi’s secretary was no ordinary player.

All of Tong’s spies at Xiaoshi had ignored Song Ruochen’s project—was that really a wise move?

What’s it got to do with me?

In Secretary Li’s mind, the “program” Song Ruochen had “installed” inexplicably kicked into gear.

Earning a fixed salary—who still thinks the company’s their destiny?

Secretary Li leisurely sipped his tea, continuing to slack off.

Tong Hao got neither lunch nor cigarettes, so he poured himself some tea and kept monitoring Nanchi’s projects.

At this rate, one of these dramas was bound to be the quarter’s breakout hit.

But on his computer screen, the viewership growth curve suddenly plateaued.

He analyzed it closely—the slowdown started at… 2:30 PM?

What? Did the whole country drop their phones and go back to nature at 2:30?

A trending tag on the drama buzz list caught his eye—

As a Domineering CEO, I Pilot Gundams and Become a Movie Star in the Apocalypse

Tong Hao: “?”

Huh? What?

What kind of monster is this?

He recognized every word, but together, they made no sense.

This is… a drama?

Tong sneered and clicked on it.

These actors must be starving to take on something like this.

As it opened, a few lines appeared on the screen—

Produced by Xiaoshi Group and Haochi Group.

Executive Producer: Song Ruochen

Tong Hao: “…”

Great, just great.

Good thing their company unanimously agreed Song Ruochen’s projects weren’t worth borrowing or stealing, dodging a complete disaster.

Churning out this low-class stuff in a few months—Xiaoshi’s really fallen. Not only is their entertainment division dead, but their AI side hasn’t produced anything new either.

When will Xiaoshi go bankrupt?

With a bit of schadenfreude, Tong clicked on the wild drama, watching the first episode idly.

Hmm, starts with people arguing—such random conflict, messy logic. Wait, one episode’s only three minutes?

They’re still arguing?

Let’s see the next one—it’s free anyway.

Tong clicked on the second episode, then the third.

Okay, why’s it stuck here? Where’s the rest?

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[Episodes 3-20 of this drama will update tonight. Stay tuned!]

Tong Hao: “…”

Why did he have a bad feeling about this?

Lu Yunye spent the afternoon on edge, offline, phone off, until he couldn’t resist and crawled back online at 8 PM.

Go ahead, roast it. After filming something this unhinged, he had nothing left to lose.

At least he’d go out infamous before retiring, even if it was notoriety.

Taking a project seriously was kinda fun.

He hadn’t acted so shamelessly, without airs, in ages. Plus, he’d met Xiaoshi’s Secretary Song.

Worth it. Time to retire!

Lu Yunye opened his Weibo, calmly clicking into the comments.

Come on, losers, let’s see who can out-trash-talk Secretary Song.

[@Lu Yunye, please, release the rest after episode 20! I can’t sleep without the next one tonight.]

[Is this a plot a human brain could come up with?]

[So unhinged, so thrilling, I love it haha. First time a show’s respected my 250 IQ.]

[Money, I’ve got money! Let me see the rest, sob sob, please.]

[Lu, I’m seeing you in a new light. Used to think you were pretentious, but you’re so uninhibited here. The acting’s top-notch, and this drama format’s so cool.]

Lu Yunye: “?”

No hate? They love it? Wanna watch more?

You guys usually scream about artistic value, but when an unhinged drama drops, you’re the first to click!

In the office, Song Ruochen’s sober brain kept replaying his rogue antics, drowning in shame. He bolted the second work ended.

[Not letting Second Young Master take you home?]

“Let me cool off,” Song Ruochen said.

A new message popped up on his phone—

[Gong Huo]: Finished work in City B. Back to City A tomorrow.

[Gong Huo]: Got some leftover trip budget, bought you some snacks. 😛

[Gong Huo]: Secretary Song, while covering for me, did you take good care of Second Young Master?

“Fed him with my body,” Song Ruochen said. “I went that far.”

[ … Covering face and crying.jpg]

[Gong Huo]: Tomorrow, Assistant Gong’s back. You, useless little secretary, can step down.

[Song Ruochen]: Left you some work.

[Gong Huo]: …Some?

Song Ruochen ignored the message.

He realized Jian Yuheng had a strong sense of boundaries. Seeing Song bolt, he didn’t call or chase relentlessly.

Clearly, whether in pheromones or physicality, Jian Yuheng was a dominant alpha, but he never abused his strengths.

[Ding-dong, Rewind Coin Pouch function update.]

[Now introducing Prebooked Rewind! Book up to one day in advance, half-price presale~]

Song Ruochen: “0.o?”

What’s that? Book today, rewind tomorrow?

Half-price sounds tempting.

“Book one”, Song Ruochen said. “Tomorrow, 9:30 AM, rewind 10 seconds.”

Half-price means just 5 coins.

Round it up, basically free!

[Prebooking successful for host.]

Song Ruochen figured around that time tomorrow, he’d be eating breakfast.

Grilled toast in the morning—rewinding to eat it twice sounds blissful.

The next day, not too early, Song Ruochen went to the office. As soon as he entered, he noticed something different.

His desk was covered in tons of flower bouquets.

Song Ruochen: “?”

I’m still alive, you know.

“Secretary Song,” Jian Feng knocked on the doorframe. “Congrats. Your project, As a Domineering CEO… uh, premiered yesterday and crushed all other dramas in viewership, directly outdoing Nanchi’s drama from the day before.”

“Excellent,” Song Ruochen said coolly.

No snacks, though?

“The advertisers are thrilled,” Jian Feng said. “More want to negotiate, but we can’t fit more ads right now.”

Jian Feng: “The flowers are from the advertisers and Lu Yunye’s team.”

“Secretary Song,” Jian Yuheng appeared at the door, holding a bouquet. “Come on.”

Song Ruochen: “?”

Same flowers, but in this guy’s hands, they felt… different.

He followed Jian Yuheng upstairs to his office.

“The flowers for me?” Song Ruochen asked.

“For me,” Jian Yuheng said. “Congrats to me for winning Song Ruochen.”

Song Ruochen: “…”

“Kidding,” Jian Yuheng said. “It’s a snack bouquet—unwrap it, it’s chocolate candy.”

Song Ruochen: “:D”

Love it.

“Thanks, Second Young Master,” Song Ruochen said playfully, tugging Jian Yuheng’s tie toward him. “Boyfriend’s got heart.”

Jian Yuheng froze.

Got him. Before Jian Yuheng could react, Song Ruochen stood, grabbed the bouquet, and bolted.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Heart racing, Song Ruochen snickered as he ran.

What’s with the act? When it comes to liking someone, Jian Yuheng’s anything but calm. No need for Song Ruochen to feel shy either.

[Ding-dong.]

[Your prebooked rewind has been delivered.]

Song Ruochen: “…”

AAAHH?

Thud—he tugged Jian Yuheng’s tie and tumbled into the alpha’s lap.

“Secretary Song, you’ve got heart,” Jian Yuheng said. “Is this the surprise you planned all night?”