FOBTS CH83

Chapter 83: With Your Home

Song Ruochen used “work injury” as an excuse to stay at the boss’s house all day with paid leave.

Jian Yuheng, meanwhile, sat by the bed holding a laptop, replying to work messages.

Ding-ling-ling, a voice call came through.

“Where’s my secretary?” Jian Feng’s voice came from the phone. “I’m going to negotiate a project, where’s my secretary?”

“He’s been borrowed by me,” Jian Yuheng said. “You’ll have to manage without him.”

He even added righteously, “Next time, give me a heads-up if you need him.”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Secretary Song is really in high demand.

“What does President Jian need me to do?” Song Ruochen, lying sideways playing on his phone, asked.

Having rested most of the day, his voice still carried some fatigue, and a hint of lingering tiredness in his tone made Jian Yuheng lift the corner of his mouth.

“It’s a new quarter cooperation with Haochi,” Jian Feng said. “Secretary Song, they specifically requested you to be involved in the project.”

Song Ruochen: “0.o?”

[Wow, suddenly famous in the ABO world for abstract art.]

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“Alright, President Jian,” Song Ruochen said. “Schedule the meeting time, invite people from Haochi, and arrange the conference room. After we start, I’ll bring a ready-made proposal to negotiate with them.”

“Understood”, Jian Feng said.

Jian Yuheng: “.”

Jian Feng: “.”

Jian Feng started contacting people, but the call wasn’t ended yet—

[Time rewind card package credited: 10 minutes.]

“Grape!” Yan Ci’s voice came from the phone, “How did you get a work injury?”

Corporate Slave: “…It’s nothing.”

“Did you get hurt on your way to work?” Yan Ci asked with concern. “Who was so mean?”

“Second Young Master”, Song Ruochen said.

Yan Ci: “?”

Yan Ci: “0.0*”

“Secretary Song, we’re basically relatives now.” Yan Ci said, “Great!”

“Fuzzy Monster isn’t a relative but better than one,” Song Ruochen emphasized, “No bullying Fuzz Monster.”

“Don’t emphasize things that never happened, okay?” Yan Ci said. “Well, you go chat with Second Young Master then, I won’t disturb you.”

“Alright, alright.”

Not long after the call ended, Meng Yumian sent him a teasing smile emoji.

“Da Zao’s mouth is shut tight,” Song Ruochen said.

“Look at this.” Jian Yuheng pushed the laptop toward him.

“What?” Song Ruochen was stunned when he saw the screen full of… houses?

“All properties under my name”, Jian Yuheng said. “Pick one you like, that’s where we’ll live.”

“Not too far from the company,” Song Ruochen said, “I don’t want to lose sleep every day. Not too close either—I’d feel like the boss’s little workhorse.”

“Then this one,” Jian Yuheng pointed on the map, “Not far, not too close.”

“There don’t seem to be many places to eat nearby,” Song Ruochen pondered, “The environment doesn’t seem very nurturing.”

After some deliberation, Song Ruochen chose the community where Da Zao’s family lived.

“Okay?” Song Ruochen asked.

“Okay,” Jian Yuheng said, “We’ll buy some furniture you like later and decorate the house.”

[Second Young Master invites you to build a love nest together.]

Song Ruochen: “Don’t worry, I have good taste.”

Jian Yuheng patted his chest nervously.

After dinner, Song Ruochen’s strength recovered a bit, and he was able to slowly walk out of bed.

He stood in front of the mirror, lifted his pajamas, and checked his “work injury” marks, preparing to claim some compensation from Jian Yuheng.

“System,” he said, “I get it now; those novels that say seven times a night are nonsense.”

Three times already almost turned him into a useless grape, and he didn’t even know how many times in the middle of the night he grabbed Jian Yuheng’s sleeve, wiping away tears.

[Damn it, damn main system! Why can’t I peek when it counts?]

“You know it’s sneaking a peek,” Song Ruochen said. “Give your host some privacy.”

[Hehe.]

“Grape,” Jian Yuheng called, “Wanna go to the supermarket? I’ll buy you some food.”

In front of the mirror, Song Ruochen twisted himself like a pretzel to check a hickey on his lower back. Hearing this, he put down his shirt hem and nodded slightly to Jian Yuheng: “Sounds good.”

The slender white waist flashed before Jian Yuheng’s eyes, the faint red finger marks on his waist coming into view, evoking a fresh memory—

He pinched that narrow waist, dragged him over, then dragged him back, wrinkled the bedsheets, then smoothed them out, until someone gave up trying to run away.

Song Ruochen’s skin was both thick and thin — easy to leave marks on…

What nonsense am I saying?

Jian Yuheng: “…”

—

About six hundred meters from the private estate area, there was a rather large supermarket.

Jian Yuheng pushed a shopping cart, followed by the slow-moving Song Ruochen.

“Still hurting?” Jian Yuheng asked.

Song Ruochen snorted coldly: “This? I’m just experiencing the slow life.”

Jian Yuheng’s expression froze for a moment: “Alright, okay, got it.”

Some people never get tired enough, there’s always room to push.

Jian Yuheng: “:)”

Song Ruochen didn’t notice the smile on Jian Yuheng’s face, busy picking snacks for himself.

“Apple-filled chocolate, bought it,” Song Ruochen said. “Cherry jam-filled one, I want this too.”

Curious college students want to try everything they haven’t eaten before.

At checkout, the supermarket guide stopped them: “Congratulations, you two won a little surprise.”

Song Ruochen: “0.o*?”

“You’ve won a spot in our ring toss game,” the guide said. “Everything you win in the game you can take.”

“Are you good at ring toss?” the guide asked.

“Nope”, Song Ruochen said, “We’re just learning on the spot.”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Oh no, trouble’s coming.

That night, a short video spread online—

By the entrance of a large supermarket, a casually dressed couple stood playing the ring toss game sponsored by the store.

“Second Young Master,” the aloof little secretary said proudly, “Pick whichever one you like.”

Jian Yuheng raised his hand and pointed at a couple’s water cups not far away.

“Please wait a moment,” Song Ruochen said.

Secretary Song raised his hand, and a ring flew out steadily, landing perfectly on a water cup.

“Second Young Master, please.” Song Ruochen picked up the cup coldly and handed it to Jian Yuheng. “Just a little token.”

In the comment section of the short video—

[Ahhh, such a beautiful couple!]

[Haha, this is the second president of Xiaoshi Group and his top secretary!]

[Uwu, Jian Two is so bad, monopolizing Secretary Song.]

[So exciting, Song Secretary is both cold and sweet, just handing the item over so indifferently, ahhh, Xiaoshi’s cool secretary is perfect.]

[Second Young Master is really lucky.]

Seeing the video, the second young master: “……”

Behind the main clip were over forty bloopers.

“I’m so handsome.” Song Ruochen swiped through the videos, reading the netizens’ comments, “‘Xiaoshi’s Secretary Song, can do proposals and fight off bad guys; basically a perfect secretary!’”

“They all say I like you so much.” Song Ruochen scrolled through the comments.

Jian Yuheng: “:D”

Song Ruochen opened a small account and wrote a little essay praising himself in the comment section.

Unexpectedly, the alpha suddenly hugged him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder.

“I gave you a hug in every blooper,” Jian Yuheng said.

Song Ruochen: “Mmm…”

Indeed.

Whether it was a store clerk he “captured,” or air, or wild grass—through dozens of blooper takes, Jian Yuheng either patted his head or hugged him.

He tirelessly expressed his love for him throughout the repeating scenes.

“I want to bring this cup to our new home,” Song Ruochen said.

“Good.” Jian Yuheng said, “A gift from you—I accept it.”

Regarding moving, Song Ruochen was very positive; the next day he contacted Fuzzy Monster to start decorating the new home.

In the living room, BO sat on the floor, surrounding O* in the middle.

“Does it still hurt when touched?” Meng Yumian asked curiously.

“A little,” Song Ruochen said, “I don’t remember exactly…”

“He should hurt,” Yan Ci analyzed, “Little Grape’s eyes are still a bit red.”

“I stayed up late playing games; what’s wrong with that?” Song Ruochen said, “Hurry and help me pick furniture!”

“Alright.” Yan Ci opened the tablet. “This pink set is super cute; the sofa cover is pink-purple lace.”

“Da Zao has terrible taste,” Meng Yumian said, “This pure black set looks better, low-key and luxurious, fits Secretary Song’s steady temperament more.”

Yan Ci hooked his foot over the wheelchair and kicked Meng Yumian; Meng Yumian flipped over and kicked back.

Song Ruochen: “…”

Playing wheelchair ball?

“Stop fighting.” Song Ruochen said, “I’ll choose the color myself, just help me with style references.”

“No problem.” Yan Ci said, “Little Grape, I recommend a super comfy bed, carefully picked by sister-in-law.”

Under the two’s noisy advice, Song Ruochen added a lot of furniture to the order list.

At the other side of City A, Jian Yuheng, having just met a client, received a message from Song Ruochen.

Song Ruochen: [Order list]

Jian Yuheng: Let me see.

Jian Yuheng: Balcony swing chair, bedroom swing bed, living room swing frame, tropical plant pots.

Jian Yuheng: You really want to swing around the house, huh?

Song Ruochen: Not allowed?

Jian Yuheng: It’s all good, as long as you like it.

Jian Yuheng: Monster fire-breathing humidifier?

Forget it, forget it, just give it to him—familiar surroundings for growing up.

In the new house, Song Ruochen bought all the quirky furniture he was curious about and sat on the floor drinking milk tea, Fuzzy Monster brought him.

“By the way, Grape,” Meng Yumian said, “Fuzzy Monster and I are going to give you guys a gift, remember?”

“Ah, yes.” Yan Ci said, “Marking gift, hehe.”

Song Ruochen: “I remember.”

Previously, the two had gifted a kitten, but he and Second Young Master couldn’t keep it.

Meng Yumian took the cat home as the new “dad.”

“We bought a new one,” Yan Ci said, “Didn’t bring it today, will give it to you and Second Young Master tomorrow.”

Song Ruochen: “Great, great.”

Who doesn’t like free gifts?

Having friends is great, food, drinks, and gifts.

The next day he had work; the people from Haochi scheduled a meeting with him in the afternoon, and Jian Feng accompanied him.

Jian Feng: “?”

They say red energy nourishes people; Song Ruochen didn’t believe it before, but now he felt it was absolutely true.

Not having seen Lu Yunye for several days, this alpha boy had grown a lot calmer, his brows carrying a silent aloofness that seemed to repel others from a thousand miles away, already possessing the aura of a celebrity star.

Lu Yunye (introverted version) turned his head and sniffed: “You’ve been marked by Jian Yuheng?”

Lu Yunye: “You two both smell fruity.”

“Kids shouldn’t pry into adults’ business,” Song Ruochen said.

“I’m not a kid,” the calm celebrity fumed, “I’m only two years younger than you.”

“Middle child”, Song Ruochen replied dismissively.

“I still have a few short drama scripts here,” General Manager Jian began speaking. “But for the new season, we can try different actors. I think Lu’s current popularity is enough to handle a more formal TV drama.”

The meeting room door was knocked twice; Jian Yuheng appeared at the doorway, carrying a cup of fruit tea.

He gently placed the tea in front of Song Ruochen. “Am I late?”

“No,” Song Ruochen accepted the tea with the straw already inserted, “Just started.”

His phone on the meeting table vibrated twice, showing messages from Yan Ci and Meng Yumian—

[Da Zao]: Little Grape, are you at Xiaoshi? I’m coming to deliver a gift.

[Song Ruochen]: Here, here, I’m in the meeting room.

What precious gift made everyone come see?

[Da Zao]: Look outside the window.

Song Ruochen: “…?”

He turned his head coldly, glanced indifferently outside the window.

What gift? Look outside? Is it going to fly in through the window?

Jian Yuheng: “Uh…”

Had a bad feeling about this.

Song Ruochen: “…”

Jian Yuheng: “………”

On the giant screen of the tallest building in City A appeared a photo of him and Jian Yuheng gazing at each other affectionately.

“Song Ruochen and Jian Yuheng — happily ever after!”

Big words appeared on the surrounding buildings.

Song Ruochen: “…”

No!!!