FOBTS CH73

Chapter 73: Song Ruochen Seems to Understand Him Very Well

A domineering alpha CEO smiled a bit reservedly—
:3

Drunken Song Ruochen was a rogue, sober Song Ruochen was shy, and the slightly tipsy version made his heart race.

Most people figured these key points out by themselves, so how could Song Ruochen not?

He didn’t really know how to teach it, but for Song Ruochen, it was quite easy to understand.

He could only buy a few more versions of reference books; he quite wanted Song Ruochen to get certified.

Jian Yuheng went around to the other side and opened the car door for him.

“President Song, please get out first.” Jian Yuheng said.

“Raise Xiao Jian’s salary immediately.” Song Ruochen said happily.

Grape vines wrapped around Jian Yuheng’s arm; the little secretary’s cheeks were slightly flushed, faintly smelling of alcohol.

How had he not noticed before? The drunken grape was so well-behaved, just leaning quietly against him without moving, so adorable, and kept looking at him… and the car behind them?

“Second Young Master, this car is so cool.” Song Ruochen said enviously.

With this kind of modification, if he saw it on the road, he would chase after it for a couple of steps.

Jian Yuheng looked back and saw that Jia San had come back from next door—they had once gone to an auction together.

“Oh, Second Young Master Jian, long time no see.” Young Master Jia greeted, “And this is… Secretary Song? Is Secretary Song here to work?”

“Private business.” (Drunken) Song Ruochen replied.

Young Master Jia: “……”

Young Master Jia: “Second Young Master Jian, you’re impressive.”

When Second Young Master Jian just returned to the country, rumors spread everywhere in their circle that Second Young Master Jian was definitely going to snatch Jian Yi’s business.

After waiting several months, what Jian Yuheng ended up taking was… Jian Yi’s secretary?

Song Ruochen was still examining Young Master Jia’s car, thinking the modifications were way too cool.

“Secretary Song likes it? Good taste.” Young Master Jia asked, “Want me to take Secretary Song for a ride?”

“No need.” Jian Yuheng refused, “He’s a bit drunk, I’ll take him home.”

Jian Yuheng held Song Ruochen’s hand and walked to the front door, just as he was about to open it—

[Ding dong.]

“For a ride?” Young Master Jia asked.

“No need.” Jian Yuheng said.

[Ding dong]

“Ride?”

[Ding dong ding dong ding dong]

“Ride ride ride ride ride?”

Jian Yuheng: “……”

At 11 p.m., Jian Yuheng and Song Ruochen sat in Young Master Jia’s convertible, driving circles around the villa district.

Song Ruochen: “:)”

Jian Yuheng: “:(”

So crazy.

Never done this before, but forced to join now.

Jia San was pretty happy about it though.

“Secretary Song is a car expert.” Jia San said, “Hahaha, I haven’t been this wild in a long time.”

Half an hour later, Jian Yuheng held Song Ruochen’s hand and brought him home. This time, no more rewind requests.

After being blown by the cold wind for half an hour, Song Ruochen’s mind had cleared quite a bit.

Jian Yuheng opened the door generously and hugged his little secretary inside, “Don’t be polite, just like you’re at home.”

Song Ruochen: “?!”

“Ah, no—” Song Ruochen quickly raised a hand, putting his index finger to Jian Yuheng’s lips, signaling him to be quiet.

[“Just like at home” was recognized as “own home.”]

[Selling furniture to pay back rewind debts caused by Song Ruochen’s exam period.]

Snap! Jian Yuheng’s living room TV and sofa were gone.

[Hic~]

Jian Yuheng: “……”

Song Ruochen: “……”

Well, now it really was like home.

“Is your home… really this empty now?” Jian Yuheng’s mouth twitched.

Other couples, when dating, hugged and kissed; but dating Song Ruochen, there were new crazinesses every day.

But it was fresh, and he liked fresh things.

“No worries, just replacing with new stuff.” Jian Yuheng said, “Don’t sell the fridge though, leave it for your snacks.”

[Brother Hawthorne really is rich.]

“Sobered up yet?” Jian Yuheng asked.

Song Ruochen hadn’t drunk much, was already halfway sober, and remembered the “bad things” he did earlier, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Not sober.” He said.

All the fault of the alcohol.

“What did you drink? What kind of alcohol is so tasty?” Jian Yuheng asked.

Song Ruochen had no idea—Monsters ordered the drinks—but he said, “I remember the pattern on the bottle. Next time, I’ll be able to recognize it at a glance in the wine group, and then I’ll let you try it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Yuheng pushed him down, pressing his back against the hallway wall, his thumb and forefinger pinching Song Ruochen’s cheek lightly, forcing him to open his mouth.

“No need for next time.” He heard Jian Yuheng say.

The other leaned down and kissed him, soft lips prying open, the alpha’s almost overwhelming kiss making Song Ruochen’s response insignificant.

Back against the cold, hard wall, but his lips were burning from Jian Yuheng’s kiss; breathing grew rapid. Song Ruochen raised his hand, trying to push the alpha away, but… no… no effect.

“Jian Yuheng, you…” He turned his head to dodge a bit but was pulled back, “…”

So close that he immediately felt the not-so-small change in the other’s body.

Song Ruochen: “…”

Ah, this was it.

Jian Yuheng: “.”

Jian Yuheng let go of him, calmed for two seconds but failed to really calm down, so he waved his hand and released seductive pheromones.

“Secretary Song.” Jian Yuheng’s voice was low and coaxing, “O Friend, can you help me?”

Song Ruochen waved his hand, releasing soothing pheromones: “No help, no help, no help.”

“Seduction” and “soothing” fought in mid-air.

Jian Yuheng: “……”

Couldn’t take it anymore.

Jian Yuheng (in rage mode) picked Song Ruochen up and threw him onto the so—there was no sofa anymore.

Jian Yuheng reverted to a CEO mode.

“Over there then.” Song Ruochen pointed at the island table, “Make yourself comfortable.”

Song Ruochen sat on the island table and rubbed his sore lips.

He just sat there, one hand supporting on the table, hair messy, collar slightly undone, a faint blush at the corner of his lips more captivating than any pheromone-induced allure.

As if guided by spirits, Jian Yuheng gently took his hand.

Song Ruochen’s gaze flickered, but his claws did not pull away.

…

[2000 years later]

[Power on!]

Song Ruochen rubbed his sore wrist: “:(”

Tired.

“Here’s a plum-flavored lollipop for you.” Jian Yuheng peeled the wrapper and stuffed a candy into his mouth.

Song Ruochen: “:Q”

Sour, but quite tasty.

In the ABO world, even lollipops taste good.

On the only remaining coffee table in the living room were several novels Jian Yuheng had brought back from the company.

Song Ruochen showered and put on Jian Yuheng’s pajamas, lying on the bed reading a novel.

Jian Yuheng sat at the bed’s edge, one hand replying to work messages, the other stroking his back along the spine.

“When you first met me, were you a bit afraid of me?” Jian Yuheng asked.

“I heard Second Young Master is very fierce.” Song Ruochen said, “Right after you came back to the company, you wanted to take back everything that belonged to you.”

Song Ruochen: “And you really were fierce. When you were very young, you went abroad to study. Someone doodled on your books and bullied you, and you beat them up until they never dared again.”

Jian Yuheng: “Haha…?”

There really was such a thing.

But how did Song Ruochen know about it?

Did Yan Ci tell him? Did his brother even talk about this with Yan Ci?

Somehow, it felt like Song Ruochen knew him very well—like… a profoundly deep understanding?

“I’m sleepy.” Song Ruochen was pressed down and got a bit dazed.

“Your phone has been found.” Jian Yuheng put down Song Ruochen’s fully charged phone. “The phone case was a gift from Kidnapper A.”

“It’s actually quite nice.” Song Ruochen said. “Oh right, Jian-ge, I’ll go with you to the company tomorrow.”

“So diligent?” Jian Yuheng asked.

“I need to start planning my amazing product launch event.” Song Ruochen said.

—

The next day, at Xiaoshi Group, the perfect CEO secretary who had been missing for several days was back at work.

Secretary Song was wearing a clean and proper white shirt, buttoned up tight at the collar. Around his neck, barely visible, was a white bandage.

“Morning.” Song Ruochen, draped in Jian Yuheng’s suit jacket, greeted everyone, “Morning morning morning.”

“Good afternoon.” The Omega receptionist girl waved.

Song Ruochen went straight to the restaurant with one click, had lunch, and then followed the young master to the company-wide meeting.

“In the first quarter, Xiaoshi Group’s achievements in the entertainment industry far surpassed Nanchi,” Jian Yuheng said. “Next, we will work hard to surpass Nanchi in Xiaoye’s AI products at the branch.”

“The project planning for the product launch will be entrusted to Secretary Song,” Jian Yuheng said. “Assistant Gong will assist, and other departments will cooperate to prepare for product promotion.”

“I object.” Someone raised their hand. “I think Secretary Song is not suitable.”

“Reason?” Jian Feng asked.

[Advertising Department, Bai Geyi, Bai Cai’s younger brother.]

[Due to incompetence, the insider didn’t take him along, and neither did the kidnappers.]

Song Ruochen: “…”

[He is incompetent but ambitious. Now that Bai Cai is gone, he’s eyeing the deputy director position in the advertising department.]

“Secretary Song has mostly done work as the president’s assistant,” Bai Geyi said. “Professional skills require specialization. He is the president’s right-hand man, but not necessarily a qualified lead planner.”

Jian Yuheng: “.”

No, no, the sentence should go like this:

He is neither the president’s right-hand man nor a qualified lead planner.

“I think Secretary Song is pretty good,” said Jin, the leader of Xiaoye’s R&D team. “I believe the products developed by our team can be confidently entrusted to Secretary Song.”

Boom boom boom, a bit of thunder outside the window.

[…]

“This quarter, the short drama projects under Secretary Song’s leadership brought huge profits to Xiaoshi,” Director Chen said. “Management believes Secretary Song has the capability and can be given a chance to lead the new product launch.”

Jian Yuheng: “Hmm.”

“Second young master, think twice.” Bai Geyi said, “You can’t give such a big project to Secretary Song just because of your relationship.”

The conference room went silent for a moment.

“Do you think I got my position because of my looks?” Song Ruochen asked.

Jian Yuheng: “I—I worked hard and got my position because of my looks.”

Some in management chuckled secretly, whispering happily.

“You probably misunderstood something,” Song Ruochen said. “Whether I rely on my looks or not, my rank is above yours. So what work I take on is none of your business.”

“If you want something, fight for it with strength.” Song Ruochen sipped tea, pointing around. “How can you promote yourself by putting others down? If someday you dream of becoming president, will you say our President Jian doesn’t deserve the position?”

Jian Feng: “Huh?”

Bai Geyi: “No no no no no, I wouldn’t dare.”

“Why provoke him?” Assistant Gong whispered, then calmly sipped tea.

“Alright, that’s settled.” Jian Yuheng said. “Let’s discuss the business details of the launch event…”

Assistant Gong flipped through the documents: “I think bla bla bla…”

[Unreadable text]

[Maybe we at Grape don’t understand planning, but we understand traffic/engagement haha.]

[The original book hasn’t even written this quarterly launch yet, what are you going to do?]

[I looked up on the internet, apparently Nanchi’s annual launches are formal and high-end.]

“Sigh.” Song Ruochen said, “I plan to borrow Xiao Lu again to shoot a creative ad for the launch.”

After all, abstraction can cover everything.

—

At five in the afternoon, after a busy day, Secretary Song comfortably sat in the office, playing an ABO world drama as background music, and opened the “ABO Knowledge Encyclopedia.”

[Jian Yuheng]: Grape Chen, I’ll take you to eat grilled fish later.

Song Ruochen read two more questions.

[Assistant Gong]: Secretary Song, want to play tennis?

[Assistant Gong]: I can easily beat you.

Song Ruochen: In your dreams.

Studying needs a balance between work and rest, time to relax.

Study for ten minutes, relax for an hour.

Song Ruochen went to find Assistant Gong.

“This macadamia nut is tasty.” Assistant Gong gave him a pack. “For Xiaoshi’s new product launch, you, the troublesome horse, and I, the farsighted eagle, cooperating — any ideas so far?”

Assistant Gong: “The rival planning team is strong. They supposedly covered all possible shortcomings in the launch.”

“Then we will be all the shortcomings.” Song Ruochen said.

Gong Huo: “…”

“Second young master said the technology launched by the R&D team this time reduces product costs, allowing ordinary people to use Xiaoye’s electronic products,” Song Ruochen said. “So for ordinary people, it shouldn’t be too complicated — just make it easy to understand and listen to, and enjoyable to watch.”

So let Lu Yunye shoot a short drama.

“Sounds good to me.” Gong Huo said. “Do you need my help with anything?”

Song Ruochen: “Play a contrast role, the scapegoat.”

Gong Huo: “…”

“Come have an exhilarating tennis match with me.” Assistant Gong said. “I want you to see who really is the scapegoat.”

On the court, Assistant Gong served the ball, the tennis ball flying toward Song Ruochen’s backhand.

[Ding dang]

After watching the ball trajectory several times, Song Ruochen hit it accurately, elegantly smashing back Assistant Gong’s serve.

[So cool.]

[To onlookers, you’re the tennis god.]

Downstairs, near the end of the workday, Jian Yuheng hummed a song from an alpha boy band while tidying his desk.

He pulled out a handwritten note from Song Ruochen.

What’s this?

“If it doesn’t disrupt world peace, can Song Ruochen help Jian Yuheng rewind?”

Jian Yuheng read it.

After reading, he smiled. He didn’t have possessiveness over Song Ruochen’s little toys.

If not necessary, let Song Ruochen play by himself; no need to bother him.

Rewinding gives him the chance to replay life anytime. How could that be a disturbance?

He casually tore the note and threw it in the trash.

Alright, time to go upstairs to find Song Ruochen. Last night, when he was pulled to help, Song Ruochen was so cute—closing his eyes but secretly peeking, then closing them again.

Dating Song Ruochen really feels so happy, a perfect 100.

[Ding dang]

Jian Yuheng: “?”

The torn grape promise note appeared again in his hand.

What’s going on? Jian Yuheng tore the note again.

[Ding dang]

The promise note returned again.

Hey, can’t tear it off?

What, wants him to memorize it?

Jian Yuheng tore it again and threw it.

This time, probably Song Ruochen caught the ball. He stood up and left the office.

[Ding dang]

Jian Yuheng returned to his seat.

Looks like Song Ruochen was trying to catch new balls again.

After two or three tries, Jian Yuheng figured out the rhythm and sped up.

[Ding dang]

This time he got back to the stair entrance.

Jian Yuheng: “:)”

Progress. As long as the speed is fast enough, there’s hope.

Let’s see how he does.

In the evening, Jian Feng wandered into the company’s surveillance room and habitually checked the monitors.

The insiders had just been cleaned out. Xiaoshi lately was unusually peaceful.

Whoosh—

Jian Feng: “?”

Stairway flying brother?