FOBTS CH95

[Good morning, little grape~]

[It’s currently 9:30 AM, -1°C, air quality is good, northwest wind at 3-4 mph…]  

Song Ruochen: “Zzzz…”  

[…]  

[(Flips switch) (Plays rock music) (Scratches record)]  

Song Ruochen: “?”  

Song Ruochen opened his eyes.  

[Morning.]  

“System?” Song Ruochen rubbed his slightly reddened eyes. “Long time no see.”  

[…]  

[Long time no see.]  

[Yeah, I’ve been powered off for a full 36 hours.]  

[You and Second Young Master are really something.]  

Song Ruochen froze for five seconds—his brain’s boot-up speed now slower than 1% of the population.  

Then, as if remembering something, a few outrageous images flashed through his mind. He went still for a moment—  

And turned into a red grape.  

“No, I’m not that impressive,” he said sadly.  

It wasn’t like they’d gone at it that long.  

But just thinking about it afterward was enough to make him blush, his heart race, and his temperature spike so high the system kept shutting down.  

[Second Young Master clearly isn’t working hard enough.]  

“Fair point,” Song Ruochen mused.  

“I should get up,” Song Ruochen said. “Da Zao and Yi Mi are coming over today.”  

He rolled over and sat up, only for a dull ache in his lower back to nearly send him collapsing back into bed.  

Last night, he’d been sitting on soft bedding, a black tie wrapped around his eyes, blocking his vision.  

With his sight taken away, his other senses had sharpened. He could clearly feel the Alpha’s fingers gripping his waist, could feel Jian Yuheng embracing him from behind, kissing his neck until it tingled faintly.  

And then, just as he’d been kissed into a pliant, boneless grape, Jian Yuheng had suddenly seized his waist and pulled him onto his lap—  

In theory, this position shouldn’t have strained his back.  

[Ignoring dosage when discussing toxicity.]  

[Hahahaha.]  

Song Ruochen: “…”  

“I want a system with a nicer laugh,” Song Ruochen said.  

The battered grape stubbornly crawled out of bed and began shuffling toward the living room.  

“Morning,” Jian Yuheng said, looking up from his emails. “The toast just finished.”  

“Second Young Master, you’ve worked hard,” Song Ruochen said.  

Song Ruochen: “…”  

Song Ruochen: “I meant next week’s workload.”  

Jian Yuheng: “…”  

“Here, sit,” Jian Yuheng said, patting the sofa. “I’ll bring your breakfast out.”  

Song Ruochen lazily flopped onto the couch and glanced at the laptop screen, where a new message had just popped up.  

[Jian Feng]: Home?  

Song Ruochen tapped the keyboard.  

[Jian Yuheng]: Tell me what you want first, then I’ll decide if I’m home.  

[Jian Feng]: Secretary Song, you—  

[Hahaha, one sentence in and you’ve already been identified as Secretary Song.]  

A minute later.  

[Jian Feng]: 0.0 Little grape!  

[Jian Feng]: We were thinking of bringing some small treats—raspberry scones, strawberry rolls, black tea cake, pan-fried buns, roast chicken, roasted pork knuckles—to your place.  

[Jian Feng]: If you’re not home, no worries. 0.0  

[Song Ruochen]: My door is always open.  

[Jian Feng]: Then we’ll see you at noon~  

“The toast has orange marmalade,” Jian Yuheng said, setting the plate on the table. “Little grape, who were you messaging?”  

“Xiao Ci and your brother said they’re coming over to hang out,” Song Ruochen showed him the messages.  

“Sure, they’re welcome,” Jian Yuheng said. “We’re always at their place—we’ve barely hosted them.”  

“Da Zao and Fuzzy Monster come to see me often,” Song Ruochen said, starting on his breakfast.  

Jian Yuheng finished his work emails and switched the laptop to a recipe site. “I’ll have some ingredients delivered. Let’s make a few home-style dishes.”  

“I can make scallion-topped tofu,” Song Ruochen offered.  

“Da Zao likes that?” Jian Yuheng asked.  

“No,” Song Ruochen said. “It’s just my cooking comfort zone. I sincerely suggest everyone stay within my comfort zone for meals.”  

Jian Yuheng: “…”  

“I’ll cook,” Jian Yuheng said. “A certain grape can assist.”  

And so, after breakfast, a certain grape lazily sprawled on the sofa, leaning bonelessly against Jian Yuheng’s shoulder as he browsed recipes.  

“How about tomato-braised brisket?” Jian Yuheng asked.  

Song Ruochen: “Love it.”

A light pat landed on his waist. Jian Yuheng held a tablet in one hand while the other—somehow already resting on Song Ruochen’s waist—began kneading gently.  

The soreness in his lower back eased slightly, and Song Ruochen instinctively leaned closer, wrapping both arms around Jian Yuheng’s. He remained blissfully unaware that he was practically drenched in Jian Yuheng’s scent from head to toe.  

Jian Yuheng’s grip on his waist tightened slightly.  

“Ah—ah, easy there,” Song Ruochen protested.  

Jian Yuheng pretended not to hear. “How about stir-fried bamboo shoots?”  

“I want shrimp,” Song Ruochen ordered. “And also…”  

“All picked out,” Jian Yuheng said, closing the tablet. “We’ll start cooking soon.”  

[Little Grape’s newlywed life: Cooking with his spouse and hosting guests~]  

[Hehe, I’ll tidy up a bit too to welcome the Money-Spending Jujube.]  

[How many Rewind Coins can I skim this time? Teehee.]  

“System, are you even trying to hide it anymore?” Song Ruochen asked.  

But honestly, it was nice. He had his own warm little home now, and he could welcome guests with his family.  

[A little home of over 200 square meters?]  

Just past 11 AM, the doorbell rang at Song Ruochen and Jian Yuheng’s cozy abode.  

Yan Ci: “Ding-dong~ Little Grape, I’m here!”  

Yan Ci: “Little Grape, open the door!”  

Two minutes later, Song Ruochen shuffled to the door and opened it.  

“General Manager Jian, Madam,” Secretary Song greeted with a polished smile.  

[Rewind Card Pack acquired: 20 minutes.]  

[Rewind Card Pack acquired: 5 minutes.]  

[Money-Spending Jujube dropped a counterfeit Rewind Coin.]  

[As expected of the Money-Spending Da Zao. (Sound of counting money)]  

“Secretary Song,” Jian Feng said, “we’re not at the office. No need for formalities.”  

Song Ruochen: “Then may I ask, what did you just call me?”  

“Come in, come in!” Song Ruochen ushered them inside warmly. “The Evil Young Master is cooking—lunch will be ready soon.”  

Jian Feng carried bags of snacks into the living room.  

“Have a seat, Brother,” Jian Yuheng said. “Lunch won’t take long.”  

“Let me help,” Jian Feng offered.  

Jian Yuheng: “No need.”  

“Little brother, no need to stand on ceremony with your big brother,” Jian Feng insisted.  

“I’m not,” Jian Yuheng said. “If you really want to help, reply to my business emails.”  

Jian Feng: “…”  

In the study, Yan Ci scrutinized Song Ruochen up and down.  

“Little Grape,” Yan Ci said, “did you have a… fulfilling weekend?”  

“Very empty,” Song Ruochen waved a hand. “I didn’t even get to go out. There’s a movie I still haven’t watched.”  

Guess he’d have to sneak off to the cinema on a workday.  

“You smell like your Alpha all over,” Yan Ci remarked. “I can barely tell you’re a grape anymore.”  

Song Ruochen: “0.0”  

[Dammit!]  

[I can only imagine what you went through yesterday based on Da Zao’s vague hints.]  

“Stop being dramatic,” Song Ruochen told the system. “I used to read novels like this too.”  

“Your pajamas are adorable,” Yan Ci said. “Whoever bought them has great taste.”  

[Kinda miss the old thin-skinned Da Zao.]  

Song Ruochen glanced at his reflection. The lavender pajamas he wore today had been a gift from Yan Ci—they looked just like grape skin.  

“Lunch might take a while,” Song Ruochen said. “Wanna play a game?”  

“Sure!” Yan Ci agreed. “With Secretary Song on my team, even pro players wouldn’t stand a chance.”  

In the kitchen, Jian Yuheng deftly peeled tomatoes, his skilled hands making quick work of the task.  

“Brother,” Jian Feng said, “Haochi has a promo event next week. They want to borrow Secretary Song.”  

“He’s available,” Jian Yuheng said. “Just arrange snacks and fruit—he’ll go on his own.”  

“Alright, brother,” Jian Yuheng said. “Time to cook the tomatoes—”  

[Ding-dong.]  

Tomato (HP +100): “:)”  

Jian Yuheng: “?”  

Live long enough, and you’ll see a tomato smile.  

“Brother,” Jian Feng repeated, “Haochi wants to borrow your Secretary Song.”  

Jian Yuheng: “?”  

Rewind abridged version?  

Jian Yuheng began peeling another tomato, this time messily.  

[Ding-dong.]  

Jian Yuheng set the tomato down calmly.  

“Brother,” Jian Feng tried again, “borrow?”  

Jian Yuheng calmly pushed open the study door.  

“Such sharp instincts,” Yan Ci marveled. “I’ll post this clip later—our omnipotent Secretary Song could even go pro in esports.”  

[That’d cost too many Rewind Coins.]  

“You’re almost out of HP, I’ll back you up,” the ever-reliable Secretary Song said—just as a light flick landed on his head.  

Jian Yuheng leaned down behind him, lips brushing his ear. “Xiao Chen, after this round, let me peel a tomato.”  

His body still remembered last night. Song Ruochen’s ears burned, his back trembling slightly.  

“Almost done,” he said.  

“Thanks for the help, Secretary Song,” Jian Yuheng said before leaving.  

[Help = create trouble, then stop.]  

[Added “help” to the Song Ruochen Dictionary.]  

The cooking process unfolded seamlessly, Jian Yuheng showcasing his culinary skills with practiced ease. Soon, three dishes and a soup were served.  

“Da Zao, Chenchen, lunch is ready,” Jian Yuheng called, knocking on the study door.  

“Coming!” Yan Ci said.  

“Smells amazing!” Song Ruochen bounded into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Jian Yuheng from behind.  

Jian Yuheng carried his grape-shaped backpack to set the table.  

“Brother Hawthorne is so impressive,” Song Ruochen praised.  

“Brother Hawthorne can be even more impressive,” Jian Yuheng pinched the back of his hand playfully.  

[Rewind Card Pack acquired: 30 minutes.]  

[Rewind Card Pack acquired: 20 minutes.]  

“So much?” Song Ruochen was stunned.  

In the living room, Yan Ci and Jian Feng whispered.  

“They’re so in love,” Yan Ci said.  

“Absolutely,” Jian Feng agreed. “Brother was cooking earlier, then suddenly missed Secretary Song mid-way.”  

“Their love can’t bear even the slightest distance,” Yan Ci sighed.  

[Rewind Card Pack acquired: 30 minutes.]  

[Second Young Master’s reputation -1.]  

Song Ruochen: “0.0?”  

“Enough hugging,” Jian Yuheng said. “Let’s eat with Brother and sister-in-law.”  

Song Ruochen: “Yay~”  

The warm aroma of home-cooked food filled the air as Song Ruochen spent a delightful weekend with his family.