FOBTS CH92

Chapter 92 Extra 7: The Wedding + After Marriage

Song Ruochen: “Zzzzz.”
Jian Yuheng: “Zzz.”
Phone ringtone: RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE…
Jian Yuheng: “!”

He picked up the call.

“You know what time it is? Do you even know what time it is?” Rong Xin’s voice came through the line. “You’re not worried about your wedding?”

“We’ve already passed the lucky hour! Where are you two?”

“Don’t panic,” Jian Yuheng said. “There will be another lucky hour.”

“Did you sleep yourself stupid?” Rong Xin snapped.

Song Ruochen, still sound asleep, was shaken awake by Jian Yuheng, who grabbed his shoulder and even slapped his lower back.

“Reload, quick, reload the save. We’re getting married today!” Jian Yuheng urged.

Song Ruochen: “…”

[Ding-dang.]

Jian Yuheng scooped him up.

“This is your fault,” Song Ruochen grumbled. “I told you to stop last night, but you insisted on continuing.”

“It’s painful not to finish.” Jian Yuheng shrugged.

[?]
[The silver-white system suddenly changed color.]

“Get out,” Song Ruochen muttered.

Last night, on a whim, Jian Yuheng had asked him to retell an old novel he once read. Song Ruochen picked a story about Little Red and Little Blue. Both the storyteller and listener got really into it and ended up going to bed very late.

“Get up,” Jian Yuheng said. “Hurry up and marry me!”

“Why do weddings always have to be in the morning? Why can’t it be midnight?” Song Ruochen grumbled, getting up.

[Because you’re in a dog-blood romance, not a horror story.]

He slipped into Jian Yuheng’s robe, Fuzzy tousled, the wide collar slipping off to one side.
The save had reloaded, and the good sleep was gone. Song Ruochen yawned lazily.

Group Chat [Fuzzy Zao Grape] (3 people)
[Da Zao]: From today on, I’ve officially leveled up to Big Sis-in-law.
[Fuzzy Monster]: Hmph. Just an empty title.
[Fuzzy Monster]: Secretary Song is working with our family now. He’ll be coming to the Meng house often.
[Da Zao]: 0.0 Has Secretary Song gotten up yet?
[Song Ruochen]: Been up for a while. This is a big day.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

The wedding of the second young master of XiaoShi Group was a national hot topic. Song Ruochen hadn’t even arrived at the venue yet and was already seeing online posts about him.

[How did Second Young Master Jian and Secretary Song get together?]
1st reply: Can someone spill their love story?
2nd: Raises hand Ex-XiaoShi employee here—after Second Master returned from abroad, he found Secretary Song attractive and kept arranging business trips for them, creating chances to get close. Over time, Secretary Song agreed.
3rd: Nonsense. It’s because Secretary Song had an omega gene disorder and needed a strong alpha to suppress it. The Second Young Master happened to be the perfect medicine.
4th: You’re all wrong. They clashed at work, developed mutual respect, and then fell in love.

Song Ruochen: “…”

So many versions of their love story?

“Quite the fanfiction,” he said. “But none of those are me.”

[You two had a one-of-a-kind encounter.]
[By the way, I applied with the Boss System. I’m coming to your wedding too.]

“How are you coming?” Song Ruochen asked.

The next second, something landed in his palm—a coin pouch.

“Heeheehee.” The mouth of the pouch opened and closed. “Like this.”

“Welcome,” Song Ruochen said. “I’ll add you to the guest list.”

Outside the banquet hall, Uncle had just returned from Siberia and was taking off his down jacket.
Jian Yuheng had sent him an invitation, sincere and heartfelt, asking him to attend the wedding.

It was his nephew’s big day, after all. So Uncle carried his pack back to City A.

“Good morning, Uncle.” Song Ruochen greeted him with a smile. “This is your table.”

Uncle smiled back quietly and followed the usher to the relatives’ table.
At the next table sat… a coin pouch.

Uncle: “?”

Who brings a wallet to reserve a wedding seat?

He looked baffled.

Meanwhile, Song Ruochen, having settled the coin pouch, went over to chat with Da Zao and Fuzzy Monster.

“As your groomsmen, we’ll walk down the aisle with you,” Yan Ci said, adjusting his little white suit.

“Your Jian family really went big with this wedding,” Meng Yuming said. “Feels like he invited half the city.”

“Who’s that table for?” Song Ruochen asked.

“Our family doctor, housekeeper, gardener, and cleaning auntie,” Yan Ci replied.

Song Ruochen: “?”

The tool character table?

The spot where he used to belong?

But now, Secretary Song was no longer a tool character. Everyone was a vivid, living individual. No one existed just to move the plot forward.

[Second Young Master even invited the original Song Secretary’s family.]
[System family is still family. Gave Secretary Song so much face.]
[I want some of that canned peach.]

“Alright.” Song Ruochen stepped out and returned with a plate of peaches, placing it gently in front of Uncle.

“Eat,” he said.

Uncle: “?”

“Chenchen, come on!” Jian Yuheng called. “It’s starting!”

“Coming!” Song Ruochen ran over.

As a child, he’d gone to weddings with his relatives. Back then, weddings just meant a fancy meal and a little gift.

He never imagined he’d one day be the protagonist of such a ceremony.

Everyone was watching him, fascinated by his story with Jian Yuheng.

So, a wedding wasn’t just a feast—it was a gift. A gift of someone to spend his life with.

He followed the familiar steps up to the stage and walked to Jian Yuheng’s side.

“Thank you for coming to me,” Jian Yuheng said.

He slipped a ring onto Song Ruochen’s finger.

“If you ever feel like it, tell me more about the world you came from,” Jian Yuheng added.

He hadn’t been there for Song Ruochen’s past, but from now on, their fates would be forever entwined.

Clap, clap, clap— the crowd erupted in applause.

Uncle stared in horror at the coin pouch next to him, which was opening and closing.

“Excuse me,” he called a server. “This table’s food—none of it contains gyromitra mushrooms, right?”

“No, sir. You’re safe,” the server replied.

Uncle, clearly unsettled, scooted his chair away from the coin pouch.

“Do you get homesick?” Jian Yuheng asked.

“Every day,” Song Ruochen said. “But who told you to make our home so comfortable?”

Jian Yuheng paused. “I meant…”

“Wherever you are is home,” Song Ruochen smiled. “From now on, I’m officially a citizen of City A!”

The crowd whooped and cheered. Jian Yuheng suddenly leaned down and scooped him up, carrying him off the stage.

The rings on their fingers sparkled under the light.

[I want some sunflower seeds.]

“Wait for me,” Song Ruochen said. “Let me be romantic for one more second. I’ll grab some for you.”

[Really craving sunflower seeds. No one’s watching me… should be fine, right?]

The coin pouch scooted a few centimeters closer to the snack table, opened its mouth, and poured in some seeds.

Just then, Uncle turned around:
“…?? AAAAAAAAAA—”

He fled the wedding, slung on his pack, and headed back toward the snowy mountains.

No crazy AI secretaries there. No weird weddings. Just peace.

__

After the lively wedding banquet, Song Ruocheng finally moved into the new home that he and Jian Yuheng had been designing and preparing together.

 [You have received a gift, please check.]

 [A wedding gift from the Boss System.]

 Song Ruocheng: “Huh?”

 What could the boss possibly send?

[The boss sold 10,000 bottles of mineral water and bought you a gift.]

As soon as the system finished speaking, a gift pack fell from the sky, landing right in front of Song Ruocheng.
 

[Travel Log Recorder Album.]

[Records the journey you and Second Young Master have taken together.]

 Curious, Song Ruocheng opened the album. The latest page was their wedding.

 Flipping back, he saw Jian Yuheng proposing to him on a cruise ship.
 

[Congratulations! You have earned the badge: Matchmaker.]

 “Song Ruocheng,” Jian Yuheng spoke, “Is your wedding over there any different from this one?”

 “No,” Song Ruocheng replied, “It’s all the same: the ceremony, the banquet, then the bridal chamber.”

 “Hm,” Jian Yuheng said, “Then do you think we’re missing something?”

 “Hmm…”

 Indeed, the ritual of marriage still lacked one important part.

 He reached out, wrapping his arms around Brother Hawthorne’s neck, and pecked him on the lips.
 

“Besides what has already happened, I want to go through every stage of life with you,” he said.

 With a light step, Jian Yuheng lifted him up, the alpha gently kicked open the bathroom door, and sat him down on the edge of the bathtub.

A white bath ball was tossed into the warm water, steam rising and blurring their vision, the entire space filled with a fresh scent.

 The luxurious wedding attire was stripped off layer by layer, buttons undone, revealing the omega’s fair neck. Just as Song Ruocheng was about to close his eyes, a cool touch appeared at his collarbone — Jian Yuheng placed something around his neck.

 “What’s this?” Song Ruocheng asked.

 He glanced at the mirror: a silver-white necklace with a sparkling little hawthorn 

pendant.

 “I asked Yan Ci and Meng Yumian for advice,” Jian Yuheng said, “They said you’d like it.”

 “I like it,” Song Ruocheng said.

 College students tend to like shiny, flashy things.

 No, this one from Second Young Master was probably pretty practical.

 “I took a crystal raw stone and had someone guide me to craft it,” Jian Yuheng said.

 The processed little hawthorn was crystal clear, refracting brilliant light in the sunlight.

 “The water’s warm enough now.” Jian Yuheng’s fingertip brushed the water’s surface, creating ripples with meaning.

 “Mmm…” Song Ruocheng responded.

 His shirt was pulled off, and with a gentle push from Jian Yuheng, he fell into the bathtub water.

 The crystal necklace shimmered even more transparently on the water’s surface.
The fragrance from the bath ball surrounded him, soon followed by the scent of hawthorn pheromones.

 Water droplets gathered on the omega’s fingertips, which reddened slightly as they rested on the edge of the smooth bathtub, weakly grasping it.

 “Don’t kick me.” Jian Yuheng pressed down on Song Ruocheng’s struggling legs, “You just can’t stop.”

 The warm steam made the omega’s eyelashes moist, and his usually cold tone completely disappeared.

 “The bathtub… feels strange.” His faint resistance was drowned out by sudden gasps.
After a long while, the splashing gradually calmed, and Jian Yuheng lifted the tired Secretary Song out of the bath, carrying him out.

 “The kitchen, the mirror, the floor…” The alpha man spoke slowly, “Where else do you like?”

 “I like the bedroom.” Song Ruocheng said.

 “Good.” Jian Yuheng held him and stopped in front of the bedroom mirror.

 Song Ruocheng: “???”

 Song Ruocheng: “No…”
—

 Song Ruocheng often read about the bridal chamber night in books, but when it came to his own experience, he realized the night was really long.

 Yan Ci was right, post-marriage alphas were even greedier and crazier.

 Just after moving into the new home, he had worried he wouldn’t get used to living there, but a single night was enough for him to memorize many details of the house.
For example, the vivid flying bird carvings next to the mirror, the texture of the living room wallpaper, and the soft feel of the carpet.

 He seemed to become familiar with the house all at once.

 After all these scenes, the house bore many traces left by him—

 A patch of carpet was pulled loose.

 His body was extremely exhausted, but his heart felt light and warm, as if he was completely embraced by the other person.
—

 Xiaoshi gave plenty of wedding leave. Song Ruocheng stayed home for three days and felt like his waist and legs were about to break. He firmly asked Jian Yuheng to arrange a trip.

 The plane took off from City A, and after more than ten hours, landed in a snow-covered country I.
Jian Yuheng said he wanted to show him the place where he grew up.

 “I attended elementary and middle school on this street,” Jian Yuheng said, “That café on the corner ahead is run by my middle school roommate.”

 “He even sent a gift during our wedding,” Jian Yuheng said, “Let’s go sit in his shop.”
Song Ruocheng tightened his scarf. “Let’s go.”

 To see his hawthorn friend.

 “He seems to really like introducing me to his family and friends,” Song Ruocheng said, “One by one.”

 [The outstanding Secretary Song is very well liked.]

 The café’s wind chime jingled at the door. The alpha behind the counter looked up: 

“Welcome… huh?”

 “Jian Yuheng!” The alpha was excited and enthusiastic, “You came to see me!”

 “I didn’t come to see you,” Jian Yuheng said coldly, “Just passing by.”

 “Is this Secretary Song?” the alpha asked, eyes on Song Ruocheng.

 “He’s my spouse.” Jian Yuheng said.

 “Hello.” Song Ruocheng greeted politely.

 “Sit for a while.” The alpha said, “I’ll make you a specially good coffee.”

 Song Ruocheng sat by the window, facing the quiet street.

 He had seen this café and street on Jian Yuheng’s social media.

[Second Young Master is gradually letting you into his past.]
 

[Showing you lots and lots of extras.]

 Click. Jian Yuheng dropped a sugar cube into Song Ruocheng’s coffee.

 “The coffee is a bit bitter,” Jian Yuheng said, “I’ll add some sugar for you.”

 “After you finish, I’ll take you to a nearby restaurant,” Jian Yuheng said, “I used to come here a lot in school.”

 “Sounds good.” Song Ruocheng replied.

 Half an hour later, hand in hand, the two walked down the foreign street.

 “Turn right ahead, then cross a bridge…” Jian Yuheng said.

 “There’s a zoo with cute polar bears?” Song Ruocheng asked.

 Jian Yuheng: “?”

 Jian Yuheng: “How do you know?”

 [……]

 Song Ruocheng: “……”

 “When the system scanned the extra half-user, it scanned this area…” Song Ruocheng said.

 He happened to see a photo of a polar bear.

 [Coincidence.]
 

[Although we didn’t catch Second Young Master at that time, we caught his footprints.]

 Song Ruocheng: “……”

 [You two have lots of strange little coincidences.]

 [Some people meeting is fate’s inevitability.]

 “Did you start sweeping from the Arctic?” Jian Yuheng said, “So I’ve been living a repeated life all this time because you started scanning from the Arctic?”

 [Whistling with eyes moving.jpg]

 Song Ruocheng also moved his eyes.

 “Hurry.” The villain got angry, “Give me an explanation.”

 “You can catch me, but you’re enjoying it.” Song Ruocheng said confidently, “You also watch me perform. Who knows who’s worse.”

 “Come back.” Jian Yuheng said, “Do you know how I spent those months?”
Both had their points, arguing on a foreign path.

 [No rush.]

 [You two can debate slowly for the rest of your lives.]

 [No need to fear no answers, as long as you love each other.]

 [(Flipping through a motivational book)]