The event Yan Ci attended today was to serve as a commentator for a friendly match among esports streamers.
Before the event started, he asked the sponsor for flower tea and snacks and arranged a table full of them for Song Ruocheng.
“This table is so small,” Yan Ci said. “It can only hold twenty-three little cakes. Secretary Song, you eat first.”
“That’s enough, Madam,” Song Ruocheng said. “I, Song Ruocheng, do not wish to become Song Ruocheng-stuffed.”
Yan Ci: “.”
“Then I’ll go work now,” Yan Ci said.
“Go ahead,” Song Ruocheng replied.
He handed some cakes out to the nearby fans, opened his phone, and pulled up Jian Feng’s WeChat.
[Song Ruocheng]: The president treats Madam so well. President Jian has never been this attentive toward any other omega.
[Jian Feng]: …?
Song Ruocheng casually loaned him some attentiveness and continued typing.
[Song Ruocheng]: For the congratulatory gift after the event ends successfully, is President Jian buying gold or diamonds? Everyone must be so envious.
[Jian Feng]: …Diamonds, I suppose.
[Jian Feng]: I’ll go order them now.
That’s more like it.
Song Ruocheng took a sip of flower tea.
The marriage already involved unequal status. If Jian Feng did not show more public affection, how would others know Yan Ci was someone deeply cherished and not to be offended?
[Song Ruocheng]: President Jian, Madam has improved quite a lot. Let me show you.
He started a video call. The other side quickly accepted.
Song Ruocheng adjusted the camera, and the screen showed the commentary desk.
Yan Ci: “Player One is changing tactics…”
Commentator A shouted loudly: “Player One begins ambushing! Player One circles behind for a sneak attack—he just wiped out the enemy’s entire clan!”
Yan Ci: “Player Three’s health bar is depleted. He bravely begins his final struggle…”
Commentator B shouted: “Player Three just flashed straight to his own grave—haha!”
Yan Ci: “……”
Song Ruocheng: “Pfft.”
“Where exactly is the improvement?” Jian Feng’s usually serious voice carried a hint of helpless laughter.
“Civility,” Song Ruocheng said confidently.
On Jian Feng’s side, it seemed he had just arrived at the company. The person on screen was walking, making the image shake slightly.
“Yuheng?” Song Ruocheng heard Jian Feng ask. “The private elevator is over here. Are you heading toward the stairs?”
“I like taking the stairs,” Jian Yuheng said.
Song Ruocheng: “?”
As expected of a villain.
“The meeting room is on the thirtieth floor,” Jian Feng reminded him.
“I like exercising,” Jian Yuheng said.
“All right then.” Jian Feng did not understand, but he respected the decision.
“Your body is already that good and you’re still working out,” Song Ruocheng muttered. “You alphas are seriously competitive.”
“Ending the call, President Jian,” he said. “Madam’s session is about to end. I’ll go have him… I’ll go pour him some flower tea.”
—
Jian Yuheng had never loved stairs this much before.
Stairs were good. Elevators were bad. Stairs were polite—they only made you tired, they did not pinch you.
Fifteen minutes later, Jian Yuheng appeared at the door of the meeting room. His suit jacket hung over his arm, and half of his white shirt was damp with sweat.
He took a couple of breaths and accepted the water Assistant Gong handed him.
“Boss,” Gong Huo said. “You’re really pushing yourself.”
“What exactly am I pushing myself for?” Jian Yuheng asked.
“You parachuted into the company to reclaim everything that belongs to you,” Gong Huo said. “Preparing your body to seize power—making use of even the time it takes to go upstairs.”
“Stop reading so many novels,” Jian Yuheng said.
Xiaoshi Group was an internet media company and extremely sensitive to the flow of online information. Keeping track of trending topics across major platforms was practically a daily assignment for every employee at Xiaoshi.
The moment Jian Yuheng opened the company’s social platform, he spotted his sister-in-law’s name.
[Yan Ci and His Husband’s Perfect Secretary]
Jian Yuheng: “?”
Perfect secretary? Song Ruocheng?
He tapped on the video under the post—
Still dressed the usual way, in a white shirt and tie, Song Ruocheng stood beside Yan Ci with his lips pressed lightly together, his expression cool and distant.
In the video, the omega’s slender, pale fingers grabbed the sleeve of an event security guard and pushed him aside, perfectly blocking an audience member who had rushed out of the crowd.
“Don’t be afraid,” Secretary Song said, his voice as cold as sharp winter snow.
“Okay!” Yan Ci, about the same height as Song Ruocheng, nodded repeatedly.
A perfect secretary… was it?
Jian Yuheng’s fingers resting on the table tapped lightly twice without meaning to.
He still remembered that day when he had forced the omega to drive. For a brief moment, dissatisfaction had flashed through those eyes. And when Jian Yuheng had grabbed his cheek and nearly lifted him up, the hand hanging at the omega’s side had tightened ever so slightly into a fist.
Those vivid moments vanished in an instant. The real Secretary Song was probably just a calm, intelligent NPC who handled work quickly and ruthlessly.
“Assistant Gong,” Jian Yuheng called.
“Yes,” the assistant replied.
“Is it possible for someone to be pinched by the same elevator door twice?” Jian Yuheng asked.
“A person probably wouldn’t,” Assistant Gong said seriously. “But an idiot might.”
Jian Yuheng: “……”
—
The gift Jian Feng had ordered at lightning speed arrived at the venue just before the event ended.
Yan Ci held the diamond bracelet and smiled in surprise.
“Secretary Song, I almost thought he didn’t love me anymore,” Yan Ci said. “When we were walking together last night, we didn’t even step with our left feet first.”
Song Ruocheng: “.”
That was just how the sensitive and fragile protagonists of melodramatic novels were.
At the event venue, he caught a ride back to the company in Yan Ci’s car and arrived just in time for dinner.
Tonight’s dinner was toasted bread and caramel pudding. Carrying his tray, Song Ruocheng headed up to the rooftop, planning to find a comfortable spot in the lounge area to eat while watching the sunset.
The sunset was beautiful.
Unfortunately, the seat he had set his sights on was already taken.
Jian Yuheng sat at the table, his right hand supporting his cheek, his gaze fixed directly on Song Ruocheng’s face.
Song Ruocheng turned around and started to leave. Before he had taken more than a couple of steps, a faintly mocking voice sounded behind him.
“Secretary Song. Come here.”
Song Ruocheng stopped in his tracks. With a stiff expression, he shuffled back and sat down across from Jian Yuheng.
“Second Young Master, do you need something?” Song Ruocheng asked.
“Yes,” Jian Yuheng said. “The information about me in the company’s employee database is wrong.”
“What part is wrong?” Song Ruocheng asked.
“My age,” Jian Yuheng said. “It says twenty-four. I’m twenty-three.”
“Oh.” Song Ruocheng did not even think before replying. “Then leave it until next year. It’ll be correct next year.”
Jian Yuheng: “……”
“Secretary Song.” Jian Yuheng reached out, grabbed the omega’s tie, rubbed it between his fingers for a moment, and tugged lightly. “You’re the one responsible for maintaining the employee database.”
The pull made Song Ruocheng lean forward slightly, and he finally felt the dangerous aura surrounding the alpha.
Jian Yuheng said, “Aren’t you paying enough attention to me, your new superior?”
“Me again?” Song Ruocheng complained internally. “Would the company collapse without me? In this whole book it’s just me and the villain actually working.”
【.】
“Understood,” Song Ruocheng said. “I’ll go update the information for Second Young Master later.”
He grabbed his tray and fled in a panic.
The villain was too scary. Next time he ran into him, he might as well just rewind time and run away immediately.
The omega’s footsteps were a little hurried as he left. Watching him, Jian Yuheng inexplicably felt much better.
The evening in this city was beautiful, and for the first time in a while he felt relaxed.
He had just arrived at the company these past few days. Maybe he had been too busy—so busy that he was starting to hallucinate.
How could a swimming pool have no edge? How could an elevator repeatedly pinch someone? Haha.
Clang.
A tennis ball suddenly flew through the air and smacked Jian Yuheng on the head.
“Ahhh! Second Young Master, I’m sorry!” Gong Huo tumbled over in a rush. “I didn’t know you were here.”
“It’s fine,” Jian Yuheng said.
Gong Huo left and continued playing tennis with his friends.
That assistant might talk too much, but he was quite lively—unlike a certain secretary with no human warmth—
Clang.
Jian Yuheng quickly dodged as another tennis ball flew toward him.
“Ahhh! Second Young Master, I’m sorry! Yay, it didn’t hit you.” Gong Huo scrambled over again. “Second Young Master? Why are you swaying?”
“Someone come quick!” Gong Huo howled. “My tennis ball injured Second Young Master with internal energy!”
Jian Yuheng: “……”
—
Downstairs, in Jian Feng’s office.
Song Ruocheng slapped a file folder onto Jian Feng’s desk.
“President Jian,” Song Ruocheng said, “think carefully before you speak.”
Jian Feng: “…?”
Let him think. What he had originally planned to say was ‘If that’s how you want to see it, I can’t help it.’
Yeah… that did not sound very good.
“Yan Ci,” Jian Feng said, “that’s not what I meant. I’m not annoyed with you. I just have another meeting soon.”
“Oh, okay then.” Yan Ci’s voice came through the phone. “I’ll wait for you to come back.”
The call ended.
Song Ruocheng let out a sigh of relief.
【Rollback wallet credited: 30 seconds.】
As expected of a melodramatic novel couple—something this tiny could still turn into an argument. Fortunately, after rolling back time and redoing the conversation, Yan Ci had not ended up crying again.
Secretary Song—magnificent! He had successfully prevented a tragic emotional blow-up between the male lead and love interest!
“I’m off work,” Song Ruocheng said. “Time’s up.”
“Alright,” Jian Feng said. “Get some rest.”
Song Ruocheng vanished in a flash.
Several senior company figures who had been waiting by the door for quite a while finally walked in.
“President Jian,” one of them said, “it’s time to talk to Second Young Master Jian. We should start figuring out how to deal with him.”
“I still think the same as before,” another said. “His ambition toward the company is obvious. And he’s constantly hostile toward you.”
“That’s right, President Jian,” a third added. “Just wait until he arrives. His first sentence will definitely be a provocation.”
Jian Feng frowned but said nothing.
At 7:00 p.m., the agreed time for discussion arrived. Jian Yuheng stepped into Jian Feng’s conference room.
Several company elders hid inside Jian Feng’s office, quietly preparing to eavesdrop on the villain’s grand declaration of ambition.
“Brother,” Jian Yuheng began, his expression serious.
Here it comes, the elders thought. Two tigers cannot share one mountain. These two are about to start fighting.
“Mm.” Jian Feng looked up as well, a bit nervous as he faced his younger brother.
That serious expression… was he about to accuse him of poor management or incompetence?
Jian Feng pricked up his ears.
Jian Yuheng said, “Is the company haunted?”
Jian Feng calmly replied, “The company has—”
Jian Feng: “?”
Company elders: “???”