The Stupid Omega Bound to a Rewind System - Chapter 3

The alpha man who had come to hit on him stepped back a large pace.

“W-well, never mind then,” he said with regret.

“Yes,” Song Ruochen persisted. “Having to open the windows for ventilation every day is such a hassle.”

Yan Ci: “…”

In the past, when Secretary Song accompanied him to various occasions, his refined face meant he was often hit on. However, Secretary Song would usually just reply coldly, “I am working,” and offer no further reaction.

He raised his eyes and looked over, stunned.

“What’s wrong?” Song Ruochen, who had just “brushed away” a small cherry cake monster, turned his head.

Yan Ci shook his head gently, appearing a bit shy: “Secretary Song hasn’t smiled like that in a long time.”

Song Ruochen: “?”

Is that my line?

Does being the protagonist make you so special? You’re even stealing my classic lines now?

“This… cherry cake is just average,” Yan Ci whispered. “The lemon cake over there is better. Does Secretary Song want to go get some?”

This trashy novel might not be appetizing, but the little snacks in the book were dizzyingly delicious.

Just as Song Ruochen was about to say “Okay,” Jian Yuheng’s slightly playful voice came from behind him.

“Secretary Song earns 12,000 a night, and he’s going to go eat small cakes now?” Jian Yuheng asked.

Song Ruochen became serious: “I am merely performing my duties as a secretary.”

“What duties?” Jian Yuheng asked.

Song Ruochen smiled calmly: “Helping the Madam test for poison.”

“I’ll help the Madam test these cruel little cakes right now.” Pulled by Yan Ci’s wrist toward the cakes, Song Ruochen didn’t forget to look back and throw a line to Jian Yuheng: “Anti… Second Young Master, feel free to do whatever you want.”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

The banquet was a social arena for the upper class. Jian Yuheng hadn’t been back in a long time, and there were quite a few people coming to find him to socialize. After exchanging pleasantries with a few of them, he met his brother, Jian Feng, who was chatting with someone else.

“You’re here?” Jian Feng greeted him. “How is Secretary Song’s driving?”

“The ‘push-back’ force is very strong,” Jian Yuheng said. “It felt like riding over a mountain path.”

Jian Feng: “?”

Jian Feng didn’t understand; he just said, “Coming here this time, Secretary Song has apologized to you. Let’s consider the matter from the afternoon meeting settled.”

Jian Yuheng chuckled softly.

There was no apology only a set of reverse-parking drifts, with nothing missing except for the stubbornness and provocation clearly written in those cold, indifferent eyes.

Such a calm and intelligent person, yet his pheromones smelled sweet.

However, when all was said and done, he was just a cold and stubborn “tool character” secretary. Since he hadn’t really offended him much, it wasn’t impossible to just let it go.

“Where did Secretary Song go?” Jian Feng asked.

Jian Yuheng gestured with his chin toward the buffet area: “Keeping Sister-in-law company.”

Jian Yuheng’s phone screen lit up; it was a call from his assistant. He walked to the side to answer it.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Boss,” Gong Huo said. “I checked the company’s internal network and found something very interesting.”

In the dining area of the banquet, having shed the [Villain’s Gaze] debuff, Song Ruochen was happily relaxed.

Yan Ci lived up to his status as the “unlucky protagonist” of the trashy novel. While Song Ruochen was tasting snacks, Yan Ci had already hosted three waves of people who came to provoke him.

“So this is the little streamer who had good luck and had a one-night stand with CEO Jian after being drugged?” someone said. “He’s just average-looking. CEO Jian will dump you once he’s had his fun.”

“I have the certificate,” Song Ruochen handed out a photocopy of the marriage certificate. “We will never abandon each other.”

The other party: “…”

Not long after, others came.

“What’s going on with this banquet? Even little streamers can get in? Do you have an invitation?”

“H-hello…” Yan Ci handed over a photocopy nervously. “Coming to my husband’s banquet, no invitation needed.”

The other party: “…”

There were truly too many “tool characters” for misery in this trashy novel. Song Ruochen was numb to it; he wasn’t even willing to give them a chance to speak, just handing out marriage certificates whenever he saw people.

Yan Ci went from being dumbfounded to calm and composed. For the first time in an environment surrounded by wolves, he found a sense of security and even opened his phone to play a couple of rounds of games.

This reminded Song Ruochen of some plot points. The original protagonist Shou was a game streamer and also served as a commentator for e-sports competitions. Because his love life was constantly frustrated and the “cannon fodder” around him were always causing trouble, his career path had been fraught with setbacks.

It seemed that all the misery in the first half of the book was focused entirely on Yan Ci.

Footsteps approached again. Song Ruochen didn’t even lift his head, using the photocopy as a charm, and slapped it onto the other party’s… lower abdomen?

Song Ruochen looked up in a daze. Jian Yuheng was looking down at him from above.

His fingertips, separated by a thin sheet of paper and a layer of shirt fabric, seemed to touch the firm outline of the muscles on the man’s lower abdomen.

Hard, Song Ruochen thought.

Jian Yuheng caught his wrist and removed it from the side of his abdomen: “Secretary Song, come with me for a moment.”

Song Ruochen rose in a daze and followed him.

Whether it was because the alpha was strong or because his own skin was thin, a pale red mark appeared on his wrist where he had just been gripped.

Yan Ci looked up. Jian Yuheng was much taller, making the figure in the white shirt look even thinner and frailer.

In the dim corridor, far away from the noise of the banquet hall, Song Ruochen stopped vigilantly.

“What does the Second Young Master want to say?” he asked. “Say it here.”

His back was against the wall, and the disparity in size between the AO left him with no sense of security.

“Scared?” Jian Yuheng asked.

Song Ruochen didn’t speak, his lashes lowered, his gaze drifting gently onto the ground.

Save me, save me, save me, save me, Song Ruochen roared internally. Isn’t it just because I didn’t drive for him? Is it that serious?

【.】

“Take a look at this?” Jian Yuheng lit up his phone screen and held the document out in front of Song Ruochen.

What is this?

Song Ruochen’s eyes widened as he read it aloud.

“Analysis Report on Jian Yuheng Parachuting into Xiaoshi? Jian Yuheng… wolfish ambition, unbridled and rebellious, violent and tyrannical… One mountain cannot hold two tigers; it may be detrimental to the company.”

Whoever wrote this, they are so good at cursing.

But for some reason, with every word he read, the temperature around him seemed to drop a few degrees, as if something invisible was pressing down on him, making his legs feel a bit weak.

“Song Ruochen, shut up.”

The man’s voice sounded in his ear. The alpha’s fingers stopped near his cheek, applying a bit of pressure that forced him to tilt his head up, which just so happened to let him see the signature at the end of the document.

Evaluator: Song Ruochen

Song Ruochen: “…” Holy crap.

Secretary Song is seriously lacking in virtue—he’s declared war and left the scene, leaving this 19-year-old college student here to bear the villain’s fury.

His cheek was pinched until it hurt. The height difference forced him to look up, meeting the man’s sharp gaze.

“Secretary Song,” Jian Yuheng asked, “is cursing fun?”

“I parachuted into the company and am on the same rank as Jian Feng. I’m not exactly your immediate superior, but I am your superior nonetheless,” Jian Yuheng said. “Today, you insulted your superior and ‘assassinated’ your superior; is it reasonable for me to give you some punishment?”

【Hurry and be honest!】

The system was clamoring.

“What punishment do you think is appropriate?” Jian Yuheng asked.

“How about a raise?” Song Ruochen said.

Jian Yuheng: “?”

【?】

Jian Yuheng laughed with anger: “Reason?”

Song Ruochen: “If the officials, officers, and the common people can criticize the mistakes of the ruler to his face, they shall receive… the highest reward?”[1]

Jian Yuheng: “…”

The hand pinching his cheek loosened slightly.

Under the dim light of the corridor, the Omega’s profile was very beautiful, with a red mark on his cheek.

He hadn’t used much force, but the mark was especially prominent on the Omega’s fair cheek.

“Secretary Song,” Jian Yuheng paused, then mocked, “you don’t need to play the ‘great wisdom appearing as folly’ act with me.”

“Secretary Song…” A very soft voice came from the side of the corridor. “Are you done? I need you.”

Yan Ci?

“Coming,” Song Ruochen said.

Run, run, run.

The Protagonist Shou in the original book is a little angel, right?

Yan Ci looked back at Jian Yuheng standing in the depths of the corridor, shivered, and pointed toward the dining area: “The little bread over there is also delicious.”

“Let’s go, eat,” Song Ruochen’s legs were still weak.

The banquet lasted quite a long time, but with Song Ruochen there, not many people managed to trouble Yan Ci that night.

Just past midnight, he heard the system’s notification sound.

【The ultimate move is ready.】

【3 minutes have been added to the Rewind Piggy Bank.】

【The daily usage limit of the Rewind Piggy Bank has been adjusted to 3 times.】

“Woohoo!” Song Ruochen was delighted. “System, you’ve grown up!”

【Hehe, it’s because the emotional value of the original protagonist Gong and Shou has changed.】

“Yesterday’s trial version didn’t have much of a ‘user experience,'” Song Ruochen rubbed his hands like a fly. “I want to try the new features!”

【Try it! I’m very useful!】

At the same time, in a high-end residence, in a private swimming pool, splashes of water were rising.

Jian Yuheng had already swum two laps. The cool water smoothed his mood, and the restlessness brought by that bit of grape-flavored Omega pheromones gradually dissipated.

He loved swimming; he loved the feeling of mastering the waves. Both his body and mind could get relaxed; he would never feel bored no matter how long he swam.

Alright, I’ve calmed down enough. It’s time to swim to the shore.

The edge of the pool was right before his eyes. Jian Yuheng reached out to touch the ladder.

Clink.

The ladder, which was close at hand, moved far away.

Jian Yuheng: “?”

Huh? Am I hallucinating?

Jian Yuheng swam again, gradually approaching the ladder, victory was right before his eyes.

Clink.

He returned to the center of the pool again.

Jian Yuheng: “???” Am I dreaming?

This time, he accelerated his speed, swam fiercely toward the shore, and grabbed the ladder to get out. Transparent water droplets dripped down from the alpha’s chest and abdomen.

The next second, splash, water splashed everywhere, and he returned to the center of the pool.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

I don’t want to be calm anymore; I just want to get on the shore.