Why is this top-tier Alpha boss acting like this? - Chapter 8

The beep sounds stopped, and the footsteps stopped. With a terrifying level of tacit understanding, everyone in the lobby turned in unison toward Cheng Yan as if they were in military training.

What was on Assistant Cheng? Who had Omega pheromones on them? What kind of pheromones were on Assistant Cheng?

Even though no one spoke, Cheng Yan felt it was inexplicably noisy. He stiffened his body and, under the weight of those clamorous gazes, bravely took a step forward.

“Beep. Clock-in successful.”

The electronic prompt sounded like a bolt of lightning in the quiet environment, striking the minds of everyone in the lobby and causing the expressions on their faces to crack. He had clocked in at the very last minute.

“Six.”

Someone in the crowd secretly praised him. Although he really did not want to admit it, he knew that comment was directed at him.

Being late meant a fine, and the fine amount was 1% of one’s salary, used as a reserve fund for team-building for their respective department. 1% was very expensive. Seeing that the clock-in time was about to pass and the machine was right in front of him, he only needed to move one small step, so he moved.

“Heh.”

An ambiguous chuckle came from behind him, laced with ice that chilled one’s heart.

He adjusted his breathing, turned around, and looked up slightly at Song Yang. He spoke politely, “President Song, I did not know you were coming to the company today. Is there some urgent work that needs to be handled?”

He selectively ignored the lethal question Song Yang had raised and stiffly shifted the topic toward work. His goal was to tell Song Yang that this was the company, a place for business, and the pheromones on his body were a private matter that was not suitable to be mentioned in such a setting.

Of course, that was the polite way to put it. The impolite way was: if you are at work, then work. What is the deal with sniffing other people’s pheromones? So what if you have a keen nose! Isn’t it sexual harassment to sniff someone from that far away? What kind of logic is this!

Song Yang lowered his eyes slightly, and his high brow bone cast a shadow over his eyes, but those pitch-black eyes reflected tiny fragments of light as he gazed at the person standing before him.

Cheng Yan looked at Song Yang with calm composure, as steady as Mount Tai. Even though he was half a head shorter than Song Yang, he did not lose at all in terms of presence.

Deep inside the lobby, the elevator arrived, but no one bothered to board it. Everyone stood in place, staring unblinkingly at the two people by the turnstile. The fear in their eyes could not lie, but it was quickly suppressed by the passion for gossip, even hinting at a faint excitement.

Just when everyone thought Song Yang was about to lose his temper, Song Yang was the first to look away.

Under everyone’s suspicious and uncertain gazes, Song Yang walked around Cheng Yan and placed his face in front of the facial recognition device of the clock-in gate. The next second…

“Recognition failed. Face not entered. Please contact the administrator.”

Song Yang: “…”

The sound of something dropping rang out. Cheng Yan looked toward the noise and saw a person with a face full of pain standing blankly in front of the elevator, looking as if they were about to cry. Cheng Yan remembered that this person appeared to be from the Human Resources Department.

HR had not recorded Song Yang’s face into the clock-in system.

Song Yang’s face turned even darker. He took a deep breath as if restraining his temper, then placed one hand on the waist-high turnstile casing. With a bit of force, he nimbly flipped over it.

The Song Corporation employees crowded in front of the elevator were startled. They reflexively took a step back, and then another step. In an already crowded situation, they managed to carve out a path leading to the General Manager’s private elevator.

Song Yang usually drove here and took the private elevator directly from the underground parking lot to the 26th floor. When had he ever entered from the first-floor lobby? HR probably hadn’t recorded Song Yang’s face into the system for that very reason.

Song Yang did not make a fuss over this minor matter. He brushed the dust off his hands and walked unceremoniously toward the elevator, cutting sharply through the crowd. He “stabbed” whoever he caught with his gaze. “You, your team is following up on the Hengfeng order, right? You, your department is responsible for the follow-up supplementary plan for the Northern medicinal field incident, right? You, from the Marketing Department, is the market research for the West District finished? And you, R&D, has the quality inspection for the new blocker material come out yet? How much is left to do?”

It was like a roll call of doom; whoever he pointed at wanted to cry. By the time he finished his last sentence, Song Yang happened to stop in front of the elevator.

Since no one else used the private elevator, it arrived very quickly. Song Yang walked into the elevator. Before the doors closed, he looked up at Cheng Yan, who was still standing outside the gate, and said in a cold, hard tone, “Those I just named, organize your materials. We will have a meeting at ten o’clock sharp.”

Cheng Yan maintained a smile as he watched his boss close the elevator doors.

Fine, Song Yang actually did have work to do. Even if he didn’t, this man would create work to do.

After Song Yang left, the lobby remained quiet. It wasn’t until the number on the private elevator’s electronic display increased to 6 that the employees’ wails finally rang out.

“Ah! My god! Another unscheduled meeting!”

“Damn it, I haven’t even started organizing my data!”

“Waaaaah, I haven’t organized mine either.”

The lobby became as noisy as a wet market. Thanks to Song Yang, after this ordeal, no one had the time to investigate the Omega pheromones on him anymore.

He scanned his face again, and after the gate opened, he walked in and squeezed into the elevator with the others. His workstation was also on the 26th floor. The entire 26th floor only contained Song Yang’s General Manager’s office, their assistants’ office, and two meeting rooms of different sizes, so he was the only one left for the final floor.

He took out his phone, scrolled through his call logs, found Su Runan’s number, and dialed it. The ringing tone beeped until it hung up automatically without being picked up. Su Runan was a doctor and was busy most of the time.

He did not continue to dial. Instead, he opted for the next best thing and opened WeChat to send a message to Su Runan.

CY: Didn’t you say my pheromones would dissipate yesterday? Why could President Song still smell the pheromones on me this morning?

He really had believed this person’s nonsense the day before yesterday!

After clicking send, he paused. As a way to vent his anger, he tapped on Su Runan’s profile picture and modified the nickname. A moment later, looking at the word “Quack” following Su Runan’s profile picture, he put his phone away with satisfaction.

The assistants’ office was opposite Song Yang’s office. When he arrived, the others in the office were already there.

“Boss! Welcome back!”

Xiao Lin’s workstation was near the door. The first person he saw upon entering was Xiao Lin. Hearing the commotion, the others greeted him as well. Cheng Yan responded to each of them and finally walked to his own workstation, pulling out his chair to sit down.

Xiao Lin led several others as they dragged their chairs over, smiling with an “we have something to ask you” expression.

Cheng Yan turned on his computer and looked at them with some helplessness. “If there’s something, just say it.”

Xiao Lin giggled and pulled a document from behind him. “Didn’t something happen with Young President Song the other night? It got too busy afterward, so I asked Sister Qing and the others to help. Boss, didn’t you say that anyone who worked overtime could get triple pay, but it has to come out of the Young President’s private account? Well, how should we write the reason for the overtime? ‘Follow-up work for handling the incident of President Song being drugged by an Omega’? That’s not great, is it? This application needs President Song’s signature too…”

Cheng Yan opened the document and flipped through it. Inside were all the materials for the overtime pay applications for all employees involved in the cleanup work. Except for the overtime reason form that needed Song Yang’s personal signature, everything else had already been signed and stamped by the corresponding people.

The reason for overtime—what the overtime was for—had to be signed by the person involved.

Looking at the blank forms, Cheng Yan couldn’t help but tease, “When it involves salary, your work efficiency certainly improves a lot.”

Zhang Qing smiled frankly. “If one isn’t proactive about collecting money, there’s something wrong with their brain. Boss, once I get my overtime pay, I’ll buy you a coffee!”

Xiao Lin immediately followed up, “I’ll buy one too!”

The others chimed in one after another, “We can make a schedule and each buy him a cup!”

“Sure, I agree, count me in.”

“Count me in +1.”

For them, this triple pay was actually something Cheng Yan had fought for on their behalf. Song Yang’s matter was a private one, and the follow-up issues could have completely bypassed them and been handled by the Song family. However, Cheng Yan made the final call. He did not notify the Song family immediately but instead let their colleagues from Song Corp handle it, so that afterward, they could be paid overtime from Song Yang’s private account. To them, this was a nice bonus.

With a boss who looked out for their welfare like this, it was only reasonable and willing for them to buy Cheng Yan a cup of coffee.

Cheng Yan looked at them with amusement and politely declined, “I can help you think of the reason, but forget about the coffee. My sleep hasn’t been great lately. Let’s do it another time.”

He picked up a blank form and began to write on it. It was a matter of just a few sentences, and he wrote quickly. Xiao Lin and the others each took a few sheets and began to copy what he had written.

In truth, it wasn’t that Xiao Lin and the others didn’t know how to write it; they just weren’t sure how much of this matter could be stated openly. Being able to work in the assistants’ office for so long, every one of them was as sharp as a tack.

Cheng Yan picked up his water cup and was about to go out to wash it when two knocks sounded on the door.

The “sharp tacks” who were copying the homework looked up. Upon seeing the person knocking, they visibly panicked for a moment.

The person knocking was Song Yang! This man had been standing at the door for who knows how long without making a sound…

The group stood up, grabbed other documents on the desk to cover the unfinished forms, and stammered, “Pre… President Song, hello.”

The greeting “President Song, hello” was said in a scattered, weak manner. If one didn’t know better, they would have thought the group was plotting something scandalous.

Song Yang, however, did not care. He responded casually and then, as if he hadn’t noticed the strangeness of Xiao Lin and the others, walked straight toward Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan held his empty water cup, his gaze on Song Yang filled with confusion. This man hadn’t been to the company for two whole days; the documents in his office must be piled up like a mountain, right? At this hour, why was he coming to find him instead of reviewing documents in his own office?

He had just returned from vacation and hadn’t taken over any work yet. If there were a problem with the work, Song Yang shouldn’t be coming to him.

If it wasn’t business, could it be a private matter? What private matter could they have? Could he be coming for the pheromones on his body again?

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