The Stupid Omega Bound to a Rewind System - Chapter 2

The meeting was paused. The employees who supported the book’s Protagonist Gong began to whisper among themselves

“As expected of Secretary Song; he comes in with a display of dominance right from the start.”

“Secretary Song didn’t even have to open his mouth to have the Second Young Master wrapped around his little finger.”

“If you want to mess with CEO Jian, you’ll have to step over Secretary Song’s dead body first, hmph.”

Song Ruochen: “…”

Did I ever agree to let you step over me? Huh?

And furthermore, is the volume at which you “whisperers” are speaking a bit too high? This isn’t whispering; this is a loud, public conspiracy.

Jian Yuheng finally withdrew his languid gaze and began to seriously size up the person in front of him. Song Ruochen did not answer his question; he just lowered his cold lashes, as if he hadn’t even placed Jian Yuheng in his eyes at all.

He dares to provoke me right off the bat, not even showing a hint of fear. Is he really that capable?

With such a beautiful face, and that ‘white-on-the-outside, black-on-the-inside’ personality, wouldn’t dealing with him be much more interesting than the usual opponents I face?

Inside, Song Ruochen’s mind was screaming at the top of its lungs.

“He’s staring at me! Quick, quick, hurry up, haya-ku (do it quickly)!” Song Ruochen thought. “Reload! Reload!”

【The ultimate move is currently on cooldown.】

【It refreshes at the zero hour.】

Song Ruochen: “…”

【Why don’t you try being honest? Beg for mercy?】

Without the “regret medicine” he needed, Song Ruochen could only brace himself and lift his head.

“Apologies, Second Young Master,” he said. “It wasn’t directed at you; it was a misunderstanding.”

Even though this misunderstanding was brought about without giving you even a shred of face.

“As long as it’s a misunderstanding, that’s fine.” Jian Yuheng turned to look at Jian Feng. “No matter how different our opinions are, we are both considering the best interests of the Xiaoshi Group. We shouldn’t hurt our harmony. Don’t you think so, Brother?”

“Right,” said Jian Feng, the Protagonist Gong. “That’s correct; everything is for the good of the company.”

“How about this,” Jian Yuheng said. “Idle talk is useless. My team and your team will each draft a plan, then we’ll open a meeting to compare their feasibility item by item. What do you think, Brother?”

“Fine,” Jian Feng agreed.

Jian Yuheng’s fingers moved, and his assistant offered him a fountain pen. He wrote a brief schedule on an A4 sheet and handed it to Jian Feng.

Jian Feng’s fingers twitched. After waiting for half a minute, he didn’t receive the fountain pen. He glanced at Secretary Song, who was currently in “standby mode,” grabbed Jian Yuheng’s fountain pen instead, and ticked a few lines on the paper, jotting down some notes.

“At this time next week, let’s call the leadership together and re-open the meeting,” Jian Yuheng said.

The meeting had been like an exam with questions beyond the syllabus, he didn’t know the answers, yet he had to sit there until he handed in the paper. After barely surviving the meeting, Song Ruochen took to his heels, packed a few small snacks from the cafeteria, and returned to his small office to vent his starvation.

“The snacks in this ABO world are actually pretty good,” Song Ruochen chewed and chewed.

Oh, right—I’ve transmigrated into an ABO world, and I’m an Omega, so I should have pheromones, right?

“System, what do I smell like?” Song Ruochen turned his wrist over and sniffed it repeatedly.

【I don’t have a nose.】

Song Ruochen: “.”

【There should be a faint scent of pheromones on the gland behind your neck. Want to try?】

“Try it or ‘die’ trying?” Song Ruochen asked. “You said it’s behind the neck. Can I sniff it if I remove my head first?”

【…】

Clatter. A knife fell onto the desk.

“Silencing me?” Song Ruochen asked.

【…Blood has a scent, too!】

Because his curiosity about these “pheromones” was truly a bit strong, Song Ruochen picked up the knife and gently scratched his fingertip.

Ring-a-ling. The office extension phone rang.

“CEO Jian, something up?” he asked.

“Secretary Song,” the voice on the other end said, “we’re about to set off for the banquet tonight.”

Song Ruochen opened his mouth to refuse: “I won’t—”

【If Secretary Song attends a banquet, there is a 10,000 yuan bonus.】

“I won’t be sleepy, that’s what you were saying,” Song Ruochen changed his tone. “I’ll be there in a moment.”

He grabbed a tissue, wiped his fingertip casually, and pushed open the door, sprinting toward the elevator.

The mirror in the elevator reflected his face and figure, which looked no different from his original self. As for the “Omega” attribute that had been tacked on, he didn’t feel it had any impact for the time being.

It’s just a transmigration. To a resilient male university student, it was nothing. As long as the Protagonist Gong and Shou got along well and didn’t argue, he wouldn’t have to die while blocking a knife for the Protagonist Shou, who was being kidnapped by minor villains.

As long as he kept a low profile and lived well, Jian Yuheng wouldn’t target him.

It was just some minor difficulties; nothing he couldn’t overcome.

Downstairs at Xiaoshi Group, in the parking lot.

“I’m in the same car as Jian Yuheng?”

“I’m driving?”

Song Ruochen was petrified.

“Assistant Gong has something on tonight and can’t attend the banquet.” On the phone, Jian Feng, the Protagonist Gong, said, “I’m driving Yan Ci and going on ahead. You drive my younger brother.”

Jian Feng: “Is there a problem?”

Jian Feng: “Secretary Song, my brother just has a lot of his own ideas; he isn’t unfriendly toward me. His parachuting into Xiaoshi can also be considered your superior.”

“I’ll add another 2,000 to your bonus,” Jian Feng said. “That’s it, I’m going to meet a friend.”

“Let’s go, Secretary Song.” The passenger window rolled down, revealing Jian Yuheng’s face. “Drive steadily; I’m going to take a nap.”

Jian Yuheng: “Or is it that you truly have some prejudice against me?”

“Actually…” Song Ruochen said, “we could also take a taxi.”

“Drive,” Jian Yuheng said.

The evening breeze ruffled the fringe on the Omega’s forehead. Song Ruochen lowered his head slightly; his white shirt, fluttering in the wind, made him look even thinner and frailer. He pressed his lips together until they turned pale, then climbed into the driver’s seat without a word.

The corners of Jian Yuheng’s mouth curled up slightly. He didn’t consider himself to have any sadistic tastes for forcing people, but he had to admit the sight of the haughty Secretary Song frowning slightly made for quite a pleasant view.

The Omega’s slender, white fingertips pulled the black seatbelt and buckled it in front of him.

Having had his face slapped during the meeting in the afternoon, this could be considered his revenge. Jian Yuheng turned the air conditioning temperature down a bit.

“Drive,” he said. “I’m going to close my eyes for a while.”

Song Ruochen: “…”

First, he had gotten his driver’s license at 18 and hadn’t touched a steering wheel in a year.

Second, the cars in this ABO world looked different from the ones he had learned on.

Third, he was more suited to doing “driving” in a document.

Fourth…

Forget it, just drive.

He honked the horn (suspected), changed gears (suspected), and stepped on the gas (suspected).

Jian Yuheng’s seat clattered and reclined into the backseat. He laid flat, and the car backed out.

Jian Yuheng: “?”

Song Ruochen: “…”

An alpha’s reaction time is lightning-fast. In just a few seconds, Jian Yuheng unbuckled his seatbelt, sat upright, and slammed the emergency automatic brake.

“Second Young Master Jian, are you okay?” Song Ruochen asked politely.

Jian Yuheng: “I’m not dead.”

“I meant I wanted to close my eyes for a bit,” Jian Yuheng said. “Not shut my eyes permanently.”

“Get out,” Jian Yuheng said. “I’ll drive.”

This secretary, he looks cold and refined, but he’s got quite the temper. He’s supposed to be my driver, but he’s launching an attack instead?

Song Ruochen climbed into the passenger seat with a look of apology.

“Piggy Bank,” he asked the system internally. “Can I only use ‘Reload’ once a day?”

【Not exactly.】

【A system is only as noble as its host. If you work hard, I can upgrade too.】

“For example?” Song Ruochen asked.

【Xiaoshi Group’s revenue increases by 10 percentage points.】

Song Ruochen: “Expecting your ‘son’ to become a dragon?”

【.】

【…The emotional value growth of the Protagonist Gong and Shou can also work!】

“Song Ruochen.” Jian Yuheng spoke suddenly.

“Hmm?” Song Ruochen logged out of his chat with the system.

“Did you scratch your hand?” Jian Yuheng asked.

“Does that count as an on-the-job injury?” Song Ruochen was overjoyed. “Is there nutrition compensation?”

Jian Yuheng was silent for two seconds: “…No.”

Song Ruochen: “Oh, then it’s not scratched.”

Then why the hell did you ask?

Speaking of which, he looked down at the knife wound on his fingertip. A scab had already formed. He sniffed it quietly; the scent was extremely faint, and he couldn’t tell what it smelled like.

The car stopped near the hotel. Before they even got out, Song Ruochen saw the Protagonist Shou standing by the roadside through the car window.

Yan Ci was wrapped in a luxurious coat, standing in the wind, shivering.

“Madam.” Secretary Song was back online. “Why aren’t you going inside?”

Yan Ci pursed his lips and shook his head in embarrassment.

Song Ruochen had an impression. In the original book, their marriage was an accident; their family backgrounds were like clouds and mud. In front of the Protagonist Gong’s circle of upper-class friends, Yan Ci was always feeling insecure and sensitive, thinking he wasn’t worthy of the Protagonist Gong, and constantly “stabbing” himself with his own insecurities.

Facing the Protagonist Gong’s band of suitors, Yan Ci was even more at a loss.

“It’s cold outside,” Song Ruochen said. “I’ll take you inside.”

Jian Yuheng parked the car. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Secretary Song ushering his sister-in-law into the banquet hall.

There was a smear of red on the car’s steering wheel, likely left by Secretary Song’s scratched fingertip. He also had a smudge of red on his own fingertips; he pulled out a tissue and wiped it off.

Clink. It sounded like a coin falling to the ground.

Jian Yuheng didn’t see the coin. He locked the car and closed the door.

Inside the banquet hall, the sensitive and insecure Protagonist Shou was breaking down.

“They said… I don’t deserve him,” Yan Ci’s eyes were a bit red. “Said I wasn’t worthy of marrying him.”

For some reason, Secretary Song who had been acting like this for the past two days, gave him a strong desire to confide.

Secretary Song was currently eyeing a small cake. Hearing this, he rummaged through his bag, found a stack of papers, and stuffed them into Yan Ci’s hands.

“I’m going to eat some cake,” he said. “If anyone talks about you, give them one of these.”

Yan Ci: “?”

What is this?

“A photocopy of your marriage certificate,” Song Ruochen said. “Trust me, ‘die-hard solo stans’ only have their defenses broken by the real sister-in-law.”

Eating and drinking for free at the banquet, Song Ruochen found a plate and started picking out small cakes one by one.

When Jian Yuheng walked over, he happened to see Secretary Song standing by the sofa where Yan Ci was sitting, being hit on by an alpha man.

“Secretary Song,” the alpha man asked in a forced “bubbly” voice, “care for a drink?”

The man was a business partner of the Xiaoshi Group and had met Secretary Song a few times, though this was the first time he’d felt the desire to hit on him.

“Secretary Song is an Omega, right? What is your pheromone?” the alpha man asked. “Do you have any plans to get married?”

Song Ruochen was busy eating a small cake and was very annoyed at being interrupted.

Hearing this, he spoke without thinking: “Formaldehyde.”

Alpha man: “…”

Yan Ci: “…”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

The corners of Jian Yuheng’s mouth twitched slightly.

It’s clearly grape.