“Secretary Song, organize the call records.”
“Secretary Song, invite the guests for the annual gala.”
“Secretary Song, go pick Madam up and bring her home.”
“Secretary—”
“Song your grandfather. Do you want me to deliver a punch instead?”
In the huge conference room, Song Ruocheng opened his eyes.
A collective hiss of shocked inhalation filled the room.
Song Ruocheng: “?”
Did the air burn people’s mouths?
Wait… where was this?
Before losing consciousness, he seemed to have been sitting in a university classroom, listening to an elderly professor mark the key points for the final exam.
When the professor said, “Everything I’ve taught is important,” Song Ruocheng became furious and leapt to protest.
Unfortunately, his left foot tripped over his right, and he collapsed onto his chair.
“Hey, student, don’t faint!” the old professor’s panicked voice rang in his ear. “Fine, fine—everything you know counts as the key points!”
Perhaps because what he knew was not enough to fill even a single exam paper, Song Ruocheng did not wake up.
And now—
“Secretary Song, go pick Yan Ci up and bring him ba—” The man issuing commands paused. “Secretary Song, what’s wrong with you?”
Yan Ci?
That name sounded familiar.
Wait—wasn’t that the love interest from that five-hundred-chapter melodramatic torture novel?
During finals week, every novel suddenly becomes interesting.
Last night, while searching for study materials, Song Ruocheng had accidentally been recommended that ridiculous angst novel online. He opened it dismissively, planning to read only the beginning.
Then he kept reading without stopping.
And the whole night passed.
The love interest was insecure and overly sensitive. The male lead was dense and terrible at communicating. Between them were countless misunderstandings and endless obstacles to their relationship. The story dragged out the suffering for more than five hundred chapters—melodramatic, heartbreaking, and agonizing…
Wait a second.
Would that not make Secretary Song the nameless tool character in the novel—the one who, when needed, could eliminate enemies for the company, and when not needed could help build the romance between the male lead and the love interest, and who ultimately died blocking a knife for the love interest?
Song Ruocheng had only heard that sharing the same name as a character carried the risk of transmigrating into a novel, which was why people joked that you should memorize the whole story. Who knew that sharing the same surname could get you transmigrated too?
How much would he have to memorize for that? Everything counted as the key points, apparently.
Well, he had already transmigrated. According to the rules, there should be a system, right?
[There actually is.]
A voice appeared in his mind.
[The system has arrived.]
[My official name is the “Save-Load Coin Purse.” You may call me—]
“Little Zero?” Song Ruocheng asked.
Both the person and the system fell silent for a moment.
[Call me Fat Tiger.]
[Please do not make things difficult for me.]
A coin purse appeared in Song Ruocheng’s hand. Coins clinked inside it—and the denominations were… one second?
Clink.
A handful of coins gave off a crisp metallic sound.
[Current Save-Load Coin Purse balance: 50 seconds.]
Time around him rewound, returning to ten seconds earlier. At this moment, Secretary Song had not yet blurted out anything outrageous.
“Secretary Song.” In the conference room, the male lead had just opened his mouth to issue orders. “Go pick Madam up and bring him home.”
Without thinking, Song Ruocheng said, “I would like to resig—”
Wait.
The novel had briefly mentioned that Secretary Song had a genetic illness. Without this job and its income, he would die even faster.
“Resign what?” the male lead asked.
“Resign the old year and welcome the new,” Song Ruocheng said smoothly, bending when necessary. “Allow me to wish you a happy New Year in advance.”
From the company to the location of the love interest was about a thirty-minute drive.
Song Ruocheng used those thirty minutes to recall Secretary Song’s daily life.
When he read the novel, he had seen readers in the comments complaining that whenever the male lead or the love interest said, “Secretary Song, go handle it,” even if the task was to fetch the stars from the sky, Secretary Song could somehow skewer them on sticks and deliver them one by one.
[Although he is a tool character, in the later part of the novel, during the confrontation with the biggest villain of the story—the male lead’s younger brother, Jian Yuheng—Secretary Song also plays an enormous role.]
The system reminded him.
Song Ruocheng: “……”
Me? Really?
If I can transmigrate into such an overpowered role, maybe I am pretty impressive myself.
[…]
“But I will not provoke him,” Song Ruocheng said. “I value my life.”
The car stopped outside an esports center. After recalling the plot, Song Ruocheng remembered that the love interest—who worked as a game streamer—had just finished commentating an esports competition.
After getting lost for about ten minutes, he finally found the trembling love interest in the guest lounge.
A couple was standing in front of him, berating him harshly.
Song Ruocheng vaguely remembered that the love interest was a bit of an unfortunate soul with a whole nest of parasitic relatives. These people popped up from time to time to forcibly add angst to the story.
“Your brother is getting married and you cannot even help a little?” the love interest’s alpha father said. “You married into the Jian family and spend your days showing your face outside, living in luxury. Have you even looked at what life at home has become?”
“I did not…” The noise was attracting more and more onlookers. The love interest said timidly, “Dad, Mom, let us talk about this at home. Please do not do this here.”
After a few steps, Song Ruocheng stopped in front of Yan Ci.
“Madam.” Song Ruocheng forced himself into character so hard his toes curled. “President Jian sent me to pick you up and bring you home.”
Yan Ci looked up in confusion. Every time he argued with Jian Feng, it was always this secretary who came to fetch him.
No matter where he ran off to or how big a tantrum he threw, the man would always locate him with uncanny accuracy and pack him up to bring him back to Jian Feng’s side—whether he wanted to go or not.
He lowered his eyes.
After all… Secretary Song would always handle everything for him.
“Go back? Go back where?” The alpha man beside him suddenly raised his voice. “Yan Ci was raised by our family. You think you can just take him away?”
“That makes sense,” Song Ruocheng said. “Then you can keep raising him.”
He had not wanted to do this job anyway.
“?” The alpha man froze mid-outburst, momentarily stunned.
“Secretary Song, his older brother needs a place to live.” The alpha man softened his tone slightly. “He does not have enough money. He needs a little support from family.”
“You want a place to stay?” Song Ruocheng asked. “Any requirements on the move-in date?”
Hearing this, joy appeared on the alpha man’s face. “No requirements. As long as there is a place to lie down. We are not picky.”
“Alright,” Song Ruocheng said. “Please wait a moment.”
Yan Ci opened his mouth, trying to speak, but no sound came out.
He wanted to say that his adoptive parents were endlessly greedy. Satisfy them once and there would always be a next time. They would never know when to stop.
But Secretary Song’s task was simply to bring him back to Jian Feng.
Song Ruocheng pulled a number from Secretary Song’s phone contacts and dialed it.
“Hello. Is it still available? I would like to reserve one. Charge the payment to President Jian’s account.”
“Phone number?” he asked, turning toward the love interest’s alpha brother.
The man grinned and rattled off a number.
“Just wait,” Song Ruocheng said. “You will receive a text message soon. I wish you a pleasant move-in. It will belong only to you and cannot be resold.”
“Of course we will live there ourselves,” the man said. “The place Secretary Song bought—will it be quiet?”
“Very quiet,” Song Ruocheng said. “Guaranteed satisfaction. Now can you hand Madam over to me?”
“Of course, of course,” the man said.
“Let us go, Madam.” Song Ruocheng turned to the love interest and spoke without discussion. “I still have a meeting later.”
Yan Ci timidly followed him into the car. Just after the car drove away, the alpha brother called.
What?
Were the parasitic relatives’ demands refreshing this quickly already?
Sure enough, once their demands were satisfied…
“Yan Ci!” his alpha brother cursed over the phone. “Damn it, you actually had someone buy me a grave plot? May your whole family die horribly!”
Yan Ci: “…?”
Xiaoshi Group
The biggest villain in the entire novel, Jian Yuheng, was being respectfully ushered into the conference room by his fawning assistant.
“Second Young Master Jian, you just returned to the country today and have been parachuted straight into Xiaoshi Group. Let me brief you on the current situation of the company,” the assistant said. “Right now, the most capable person by the eldest young master’s side is Secretary Song.”
“The strongest secretary. A ruthless player on the national server. His track record is verifiable,” the assistant continued. “From my analysis, if you want to seize full control of the company, your greatest rival is not the eldest young master—but Secretary Song.”
Jian Yuheng lifted his gaze slightly.
At the doorway of the conference room, a slender, upright omega youth had appeared at some point.
His figure was thin, dressed in a simple white shirt with a neatly tied tie. His eyes were lowered as he recorded something on the clipboard in his hands. Occasionally, when someone passed by and greeted him, he would only nod slightly in response without speaking.
“Him?” Jian Yuheng asked.
This omega spoke so little he was practically like a non-player character with an incomplete voice pack. How ruthless could he really be?
Still… he was unusually attractive.
Between his lightly pressed lips was a small, delicate lip bead, and the color of his lips was faintly pale.
Other than that, the face was so refined that it was impossible to find a single flaw.
“At this very moment, Secretary Song must be calculating how to kill you,” Jian Yuheng’s assistant added dramatically. “He is probably planning to tear you, the newly appointed manager parachuted into the company, into eight pieces.”
“Mm.”
“Ah.”
“Oh.”
Secretary Song responded to people passing by with cool, perfunctory replies, while his pen scribbled a long string of help me across the notebook in his hands.
The timing of his transmigration was terrible.
He had basically face-planted into the plot, arriving exactly when the biggest villain of the novel had just descended into the company.
Jian Yuheng—the male lead’s younger brother—had been staring at him with a scrutinizing gaze ever since entering the room. Clearly, according to the original storyline, he had already identified him as his biggest rival.
This alpha was really tall.
For the first time, Song Ruocheng clearly experienced the size difference between alphas and omegas described in ABO novels.
The man’s shoulders and back were broad and solid. He looked physically stronger than an omega by default—one slap from him might reset Song Ruocheng back to factory settings.
Song Ruocheng sat down opposite Jian Yuheng and opened the folder in his hands to hide his face behind it.
The male lead began the meeting. After giving some opinions about the upcoming annual gala, Jian Yuheng, who sat across from Song Ruocheng, raised his hand.
“I disagree,” Jian Yuheng said. “The company’s annual gala is such a good opportunity. It would be a waste not to use it for publicity.”
The villain was indeed worthy of the title villain. He had barely arrived in the company’s management, yet he was already questioning the male lead’s proposal.
Song Ruocheng sank deeper into his chair, trying hard to reduce his presence and avoid provoking this major villain. He only dared to steal a few glances.
Jian Yuheng’s gaze swept lightly over him before he resumed debating the annual gala proposal with the male lead several times, spinning a steel pen between the long fingers of his right hand.
“Second Young Master,” Jian Yuheng’s assistant whispered, “Secretary Song has been glaring at you this whole time.”
The assistant continued, “You are talking to his boss like that—of course he wants to assassinate you. You should know that there are still many bad people in this world.”
Jian Yuheng lifted his eyes and glanced at the omega sitting across from him.
Secretary Song sat quietly, his jade-white fingers gripping a pen. Because he was holding it too tightly, the tips of his fingers had turned faintly red.
Jian Yuheng’s lips curled slightly in disdain. “He does not have the courage.”
Song Ruocheng, meanwhile, was writing meeting minutes in a daze.
The male lead and Jian Yuheng clearly belonged to the type who could not stand each other. Their opinions clashed back and forth several times, and their words gradually became sharper.
“Many of the company’s executives are older,” the male lead said. “They do not like being in the public eye, and they certainly will not like such an aggressive plan. Do you really want to make them sick with anger?”
“That would be perfect,” Jian Yuheng replied. “If they are old, they should step down.”
“I insist on my proposal—unless the eldest young master plans to bury me.”
“I do not intend to—”
Before he could finish speaking, a text message popped up on the phone connected to the conference room display.
“Billing notification: Dear Mr. Jian, the grave you purchased has been dug. Purchased by Song Ruocheng for 50,000 yuan. The invoice has been sent to your email.”
Jian Yuheng: ?
Male lead: ?
“Secretary Song?” The male lead frowned. “You bought… what exactly?”
“Secretary Song.” Jian Yuheng spoke, smiling faintly. “Are you provoking me?”
Song Ruocheng: …