At Secretary Song’s home, Song Ruocheng finished his system experiment.
“It works!” Song Ruocheng praised enthusiastically. “That felt amazing.”
【……】
【Who uses a rollback system to reroll gacha pulls?】
“I knew my bad luck in gacha was just terrible timing.” Song Ruocheng said. “If I roll back a few seconds and pull again, I’ll eventually get a good drop!”
【……】
【Your phone has a message.】
Song Ruocheng looked over at his phone.
[“Yan Ci” requests to add you as a friend.]
Song Ruocheng: Madam, aren’t you sleeping yet?
Yan Ci: I’m streaming right now. If I earn more money, I’ll be more worthy of Jian Feng.
Song Ruocheng: Then he shouldn’t marry an omega. He should marry a bank.
Song Ruocheng: Sleep early, Madam.
Yan Ci: Secretary Song, I have an event the day after tomorrow. Could you come with me?
Yan Ci: One of the sponsors is a snack brand.
Song Ruocheng: Snacks aren’t important. The main thing is accompanying Madam.
Song Ruocheng remembered this event. In the original story, several hostile audience members had shown up and hurt Yan Ci quite badly. Meanwhile, the male lead had been too busy dealing with Jian Yuheng’s sudden arrival at the company and ignored Yan Ci’s feelings, leading to a huge conflict between them.
To prevent those two from ruining everything and creating a tragic “crematorium” scenario that might cost Secretary Song his life, Song Ruocheng absolutely had to keep an eye on things.
It had very little to do with snacks.
“I’m sleepy.” He yawned. “Worked overtime today. I’ll take a day off tomorrow.”
—
The next day, Xiaoshi Group.
The male lead, Jian Feng, made five internal calls but still could not summon Secretary Song.
“President Jian,” the life assistant said as he entered, “Secretary Song is on leave today.”
“Hm?” Jian Feng paused.
This secretary had seemed to be at his post constantly since he started working. Who would have thought he would actually take a day off?
“Alright, I understand,” Jian Feng said.
The work assistant continued the report. “Regarding Second Young Master Jian, I’ve received information that several managers in the company want to meet him. They plan to invite him to a gym with a swimming pool.”
Jian Feng frowned.
This assistant answered to several old men on the board of directors and clearly disliked how quickly the employees were rushing to curry favor with the new leader.
“What did my brother say?” Jian Feng asked.
Jian Yuheng had always loved swimming. These people certainly knew how to cater to his tastes.
“Second Young Master said…” The assistant’s mouth twitched slightly.
“What did he say?” Jian Feng asked.
Assistant: “Second Young Master said he never wants to see a swimming pool again in this lifetime.”
Jian Feng: “…?”
—
Jian Yuheng rejected the group of people eager to flatter him and sat in his office, rubbing his brow.
Yesterday… was he just too tired?
How could he possibly have been unable to swim out of a pool?
But what had he even done yesterday? He had only dealt with that arrogant Secretary Song for a bit. Just an omega—how much effort could that take?
Come to think of it, ever since he gave the secretary a warning yesterday, he had not seen him at the company today.
“Have Secretary Song submit a meeting record,” Jian Yuheng said. “And two monthly reports.”
“Secretary Song is on leave,” Assistant Gong said.
Jian Yuheng looked up. “Is he… unwell?”
When he had restrained him yesterday and talked about punishment, he had released a bit of alpha pressure. With Secretary Song’s slender build, could he handle that?
“No,” Assistant Gong said. “I checked the system. His leave reason says ‘Antarctic glaciers melting.’”
Jian Yuheng: “……”
That must be nonsense.
“Secretary Song isn’t simple,” Gong Huo said. “He looks clean and refined, speaks softly and politely, but I get the feeling he’s the type who pretends to be weak while hiding real strength.”
Jian Yuheng gave a quiet hum.
He had been distracted all day and did not have the energy to think about Secretary Song for now. After all, something like a swimming pool turning into the Atlantic Ocean—no one would believe that if he said it out loud.
“Let’s call it a day,” he said. “I want to rest early tonight.”
He went downstairs, drove home steadily, and pulled into the yard. The swimming pool in the backyard was clean and crystal clear.
Jian Yuheng thought for a moment, changed into swimwear, and got into the water.
The gentle current wrapped around him, rippling softly and washing away the day’s fatigue.
Jian Yuheng climbed out of the pool, went back in, climbed out again, then entered once more. After repeating this several times, he finally let out a breath of relief.
So it was not the pool’s fault. Last night must have been a dream.
Good. The dream was over. From now on, his life would return to normal.
—
Song Ruocheng spent most of the day hiding in his room, compiling a list of snack shops in this ABO world so he could visit them in the future.
The next day, he got into Yan Ci’s car and headed to the event venue.
“Some audience members might still misunderstand you because of what happened before,” Yan Ci’s streaming manager said. “Just ignore them.”
“Okay,” Yan Ci answered obediently.
Song Ruocheng listened without interrupting.
This was not something that could be solved by ignoring it. In the original novel, fans of another streamer who had a one-sided conflict with Yan Ci had encouraged people at the venue to throw drinks at him with plastic bottles and deliberately make things difficult.
“System?” Song Ruocheng asked internally as he got out of the car. “Is today’s ultimate move charged?”
【Yes. Three uses. Use them sparingly.】
“Got it,” Song Ruocheng said.
He grabbed Yan Ci from beside the manager. “Let’s go.”
—
The venue for the X Game promotional event was packed with people, and the organizers had also opened a livestream.
Many viewers crowded into the stream, the barrage of comments flying rapidly.
“Ugh, Yan Ci again. This useless guy sure gets good resources.”
“Who’s that omega with him? The cool type—I like him.”
“He’s the president’s secretary at Xiaoshi Group. I’ve seen him on the company homepage.”
“An omega working as a chief assistant? He looks so thin. Can he really handle the job?”
Suddenly, a fan in the crowd began loudly cursing at Yan Ci and threw things toward him.
On the screen, Secretary Song calmly pushed Yan Ci forward. The automatic umbrella in his right hand suddenly opened, blocking the water bottles and splashed drinks thrown by the audience.
The crowd gasped.
“So strong. Is this what a top-tier secretary looks like?”
“Ahhh another audience member rushed in—so dangerous! Luckily Secretary Song pulled Yan Ci out.”
“His crisis-handling experience is incredible. A beautiful person with amazing work ability.”
—
At the entrance of the venue, Song Ruocheng elegantly completed a rollback.
“Madam,” Song Ruocheng said grandly, “we have arrived safely.”
The rollback system was incredibly useful. As long as he rewound at the right moment, he was no different from the all-powerful Secretary Song in the original novel.
The reliable Secretary Song had returned.
—
At the same time—
At the elevator area of Xiaoshi Group, Jian Yuheng was standing there in a daze.
The door of this private elevator had been malfunctioning recently. When he stepped in earlier, it had unfortunately pinched him once.
It was probably just a minor accident. Jian Yuheng did not pay much attention and rode the elevator upward as the floor numbers gradually increased, nearing his office.
Clink.
He was pinched by the door again.
Jian Yuheng: “?”
Why was he back on the first floor?
Jian Yuheng slowly lifted his foot, stepped out of the elevator, and walked away from it.
The next second—
He was standing between the elevator doors again.
Jian Yuheng: “……”
Jian Yuheng: “…?”
Jian Yuheng stopped moving entirely.