Why is this top-tier Alpha boss acting like this? - Chapter 17

Post Title: [OMG! Family, guess what I saw in the small cafeteria?! Assistant Cheng’s Omega came to bring him lunch! Such a young and cute Omega!!!]

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1L: Old Wang Selling Veggies in the Market Whoa! He’s so good-looking!

2L: Early Bird Gets Eaten by the Worm Wow! This Omega is seriously so cute!

3L: Wandering Grandpa This Omega looks so young. A college student?

4L: Dabuliu As expected, good-looking people hang out with other good-looking people.

5L: Solid as a Barrel Speaking of which, the soup this little Omega brought smells amazing!

6L: illlli I smelled it too! Incredibly fragrant! It made me so hungry just catching a whiff…

7L: Hehehe Assistant Cheng even served a bowl for Vice President Yu! I’m so jealous! I want some too!

A strong, powerful hand gripped the phone tightly. His fingers scrolled across the screen slowly, as if he were reading a prestigious academic paper, seemingly chewing over every single word.

After a long while, a light chuckle sounded in the office. “Heh.”

At 4:52 PM, in the small conference room on the 26th floor of Song Corp, Cheng Yan was checking the materials for the upcoming meeting.

Song Yang was performing with his usual “stability” today; he had called an unscheduled meeting at three o’clock. The meeting was set to start at five. The content… consisted of several small projects that had almost no direct connection to each other, and some were even projects that had concluded a long time ago. Song Yang had instructed the staff to dig up the original files and give him a project report.

Xiao Lin was checking the business cards on the table against the attendee list. The more he checked, the deeper his brow furrowed. “Boss, did these people offend Young President Song?”

Cheng Yan was flipping through the PPTs on his computer—these were all sent to him by the participants. He had arranged them in order and was checking for any omissions. Hearing Xiao Lin’s words, he found it somewhat amusing. “I’m not sure.”

Xiao Lin looked at the materials in his hand with a complicated expression. “Sigh, logically speaking, a year-end marketing plan for a shopping mall chain wouldn’t even make it onto Young President Song’s desk, right? Especially one from last year… Today, he specifically called them to the conference room for a summary report. If they didn’t offend our Young President, who would believe it?”

Cheng Yan’s PPT happened to flip to that specific material. The screen displayed bright red lanterns and instructions for lottery tickets inside red envelopes; the entire page was a piercingly vivid red.

He paused and reminded Xiao Lin, “President Song naturally has his reasons for doing this. We just need to do our jobs well. It’s best not to say too much about anything else, lest we draw fire to ourselves.”

Xiao Lin gave an obedient “oh” and quickened his pace.

Because the meeting notice was rushed and the materials needed to be compiled, the attendees arrived quite late. At 4:55 PM, the conference room doors finally opened, and a group of people entered, clutching their documents with anxious expressions.

Cheng Yan stood up and addressed the newcomers, “Everyone, please sit according to the business cards on the table. I’ve already sent the speaking order to the internal meeting group chat. Remember your turn. Once the meeting begins, unless President Song calls on someone specifically, please come up and give your report in order.”

Most of today’s attendees held lower-level positions; some had never even set foot in the 26th-floor conference room. Therefore, he briefly explained the procedure. Looking at their faces, which were pale with nervousness, he ultimately couldn’t resist offering a few words of comfort. “Don’t be nervous. President Song isn’t a monster; he won’t eat you.”

Giving a report in such a state—even if the work itself was flawless—could lead to major blunders during the presentation due to excessive anxiety.

The group looked up at Cheng Yan, who was smiling gently, but their complexions didn’t improve much.

The conference room fell into a silence so profound it felt as if the mute button had been pressed. When 5:00 PM sharp arrived, the door was pushed open again, and Song Yang appeared right on time.

Everyone scrambled to their feet, their eyes instinctively darting toward the door. Then, their gazes became glued to Song Yang, unable to be pulled away.

Cheng Yan raised an eyebrow, looking at the entering Song Yang with surprise.

What happened to this man? Did he take the time to go home and change?

He remembered that when Song Yang arrived this morning, he was wearing black dress pants and a deep blue shirt. Now, that shirt had been replaced by a white cotton casual T-shirt. It was plain, but the cut was impeccable, making him look both tall and clean. Those basic dress pants had also been swapped for a pair of long, light-colored denim jeans, which visually elongated his already long legs.

Did he look good?

He looked incredible.

An S-rank Alpha is top-tier in every aspect, including his face. By slightly changing his style, he could easily capture everyone’s attention.

It had to be said that after shedding the aging shirt and trousers, Song Yang looked significantly younger. If someone said he was a college student, there wouldn’t be the slightest hint of discordance.

Wait!

Cheng Yan suddenly realized something. Song Yang had joined the family company immediately after graduating; he had only been working for two years. Calculating it out, this man wasn’t even twenty-five yet!

He felt a pang of shame for having had no concept of Song Yang’s actual age. But he couldn’t be blamed; he could only blame the fact that the ability Song Yang displayed at work was so seasoned and sophisticated that it caused people to overlook his real age.

“Why are you all staring at me? Let’s begin.”

Song Yang put down his phone, pulled out the chair at the head of the table, and sat down.

The others were slow to react, clearly not yet recovered from the realization that their boss was actually still very young.

Cheng Yan steadied his mind and reminded them, “Everyone, please be seated.”

Only then did the crowd snap back to their senses and sit down somewhat hurriedly.

Cheng Yan looked at the list and called the first name. “Marketing Specialist, Wang Jian.”

The man whose name was called stiffened, his face instantly tightening. He stood up and walked toward the projector screen with a stiff, robotic gait.

Cheng Yan frowned and opened the PPT to assist.

Reporting in this state… it’s not going to go well, is it?

Sure enough, Wang Jian’s report was stuttered and halting. He made three mistakes in a single sentence and kept going back to correct himself. Listening to him made several people break out in a cold sweat.

Cheng Yan’s frown deepened. Such a report would never pass under Song Yang’s scrutiny.

He turned to glance at Song Yang, only to discover, a hint of a smile actually playing at the corners of the man’s mouth?

Huh?

This man isn’t angry?

Then what about those people in previous meetings who performed adequately yet were still scolded until they were practically barking?

OK, fine. Since the boss doesn’t mind, he wouldn’t make trouble.

Wang Jian finished his report, drenched in sweat. When he sat back down, he appeared to be in a daze.

Cheng Yan closed Wang Jian’s PPT and, without a word of critique, called the next person. “Xu Niao from the Procurement Department.”

The second person’s performance was nearly identical to the first, yet Song Yang surprisingly said nothing. Then came the third, fourth, and fifth. Everyone’s situation was much the same, but Song Yang maintained a faint smile and remained silent throughout.

When the last person finished, Cheng Yan closed the files on his computer and addressed Song Yang. “President Song, all presentations are complete.”

Song Yang didn’t look up at him. He merely gave a hum of acknowledgment, checked the time, and spoke his second sentence since entering the room: “Meeting adjourned.”

Ad… adjourned?

The attendees looked at each other, but no one dared to move.

Cheng Yan was equally bewildered. He confirmed with Song Yang, “President Song, do you have any other instructions to give?”

Song Yang nodded. “Oh, yes.”

The faces of everyone present stiffened, and they became even more reluctant to move.

Song Yang’s smile widened, and he continued in a relaxed tone, “It’s already this late, so I imagine everyone is hungry. I made something for everyone in the cafeteria. Each of you can go and claim a portion. Consider it a… benefit from me.”

Cheng Yan’s eyes flickered. He would bet this month’s bonus that Song Yang’s weird pause was definitely suspicious; the man had likely almost blurted out the word “compensation” instead.

With that, Song Yang stood up. “Meeting adjourned. You may all leave.”

He then strolled toward the door just as he had come, but right before leaving, he pulled a “carbine-back-swing” move, turning around to emphasize to everyone in the room, “Remember, I made it with my own hands.”

…

Cheng Yan sat in his seat, feeling a headache beginning to brew.

What was going on? He was finding it harder and harder to read Song Yang…

Following Song Yang’s departure, the people in the conference room who had been holding themselves together for so long instantly slumped. A large number of them collapsed onto the tables.

“Ah… I have no energy left…” “So hungry…” “This meeting… what was it even about?” “No idea.” “What did I just say?” “I wasn’t listening.” “Couldn’t understand it.”

Amidst the weak murmurs of conversation, almost simultaneously, everyone’s phone vibrated.

Cheng Yan checked his phone. It was a message from Song Yang in the temporary meeting group chat.

Song Yang: Sorry for taking up everyone’s time.

The message was immediately followed by a Red Envelope.

Cheng Yan opened the Red Envelope with a head full of question marks. His balance instantly increased by 200.

He scrolled up through the Red Envelope records and found that every single person in the meeting had received 200 yuan.

“Boss, what does President Song mean by this?”

Xiao Lin held his phone, his eyes filled with confusion. “I feel like an idiot. I completely don’t understand what our boss is thinking…”

Cheng Yan reached out and patted Xiao Lin’s shoulder, saying with some sentiment, “It’s okay. We’re all in the same boat.”

The group had walked into the conference room full of anxiety, only to leave completely baffled. They then wandered blankly into the cafeteria—which should have been closed—and were finally greeted with the surprise of a serving of soup.

A serving of soup?

What on earth?

Cheng Yan sat on a cafeteria chair, looking at the steaming, fragrant bowl of Yam and Pigeon Soup before him. He felt as if his brain had been stuffed with mush.

A whole pigeon?

A tureen for every person??

What exactly was Song Yang thinking?

The starving Xiao Lin couldn’t help but gnaw on a pigeon leg with glowing eyes, his resentment over the overtime vanishing without a trace. “Boss! This soup is so delicious! The pigeon meat is so tender!”

Cheng Yan remained silent, but he was indeed hungry. After a silent sigh, he followed suit and took a sip of the soup.

Hmm?

His eyes lit up.

He had to admit, this soup was truly delicious!

Consequently, the Song Corp cafeteria after hours was filled with rising praise. The group that had been forced to stay for overtime… scratch that, stay for a meal… each finished off a whole pigeon.

Post Title: [You guys might not believe this, but President Song personally made soup for us.]

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1L: Solid as a Barrel Don’t know why, but it’s so good! (Image)

2L: Old Wang Selling Veggies in the Market President Song’s soup is actually delicious! (Image)

3L: Early Bird Gets Eaten by the Worm It’s quite bizarre, but I have to give a thumbs up to President Song’s soup! (Image)

4L: Wind and Sand To the posters above: have you developed hallucinations from working? President Song making soup for you? You’re dreaming.

5L: Hehehe 4L, you’re just jealous of us!

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At Song Yang’s residence, a certain someone who had been scrolling through the forum for a long time finally got to see the post he wanted. He watched the hot thread quickly climb to the front page, the smile on his face gradually widening.

So, what if it’s just making soup? How hard could it be? Isn’t it easy for anyone with hands?

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