Chapter 85: End of Main Story

Chapter 85: End of Main Story

It's autumn, and the grapes are ripe, sweet enough to delight anyone.

Song Ruochen: "·3·"

Jian Yuhang paused, and the spoon in his hand clattered onto the plate.

"Clatter"

"Here’s your spoon, Second Young Master." Song Ruochen thoughtfully handed it back to him.

"(Pointing) What a waste!"

"They’re in the most lavish relationship."

"Nothing like the Second Young Master’s frugality."

"System, I request to sell the helicopter Lu Yunye gave me." Song Ruochen said, "It should bring in a lot of rewind coins, right?"

"..."

"The boss isn’t interested."

"Why?!" Song Ruochen stood up in protest.

"It’s a gift from Xiao Lu, given with heart."

"We’re a legitimate system; we don’t take back heartfelt gifts."

"Xiao Lu’s heartfelt gift has no place to go." Song Ruochen said sadly.

"Song Ruochen, what do you want to eat tomorrow?" Jian Yuhang asked, "I’ll have someone prepare the ingredients in advance."

"I’ll keep making you dishes from your hometown." Song Ruochen said, "Just wait for the surprise, Second Young Master."

Jian Yuhang: "..."

Still at it?

He’s really into it, which is great.

Why isn’t this making me laugh?

After dinner, they each found a table and started their work meetings.

Song Ruochen opened the group chat of their Maozao Grape Studio.

"This month, our Maozao Grape Studio earned a lot from advertisements." Yan Ci said in the voice channel, "Let’s keep pushing forward."

"But I noticed a few studios starting to imitate our games." Meng Yumian said angrily, "Like flies, they’re buzzing around."

"Let them imitate." Song Ruochen said, "We need to come up with new idle games."

Song Ruochen: "If we’re wild enough, they’ll never keep up."

"For example," Song Ruochen explained, "the game features a couple who bicker daily, and players must find ways to make them get along."

Yan Ci: "0.o?"

Yan Ci: "Where’d that idea come from?"

"Well, the source of inspiration is some sudden, unexpected inspiration, you know, it’s like a spark—a stroke of genius." Song Ruochen said.

Jian Yuhang, who was eavesdropping while in a meeting: "...?"

"Anyway, that’s the idea." Song Ruochen concluded, "Where is everyone?"

"I’m here, Little Grape." Yan Ci said, "Listening to you."

"Alright, let’s keep at it. Secretary Song comes up with the ideas, I’ll get the team to draw, and Da Zao will handle the promotion." Meng Yumian arranged the work, "By the way, Grape, the new studio for Maozao Grape is ready, come check it out tomorrow."

"The studio is located above the food street in City A." Yan Ci said, "We’re calling it the Maozao Grape Food Street Office."

"For something this important, I’ll be there early tomorrow." Song Ruochen vowed.

"Our Song Ruochen has his own little company now, huh?"

"By the way, the summer tournament is kicking off soon." Yan Ci said, "Meng Yumian and Secretary Song, come watch me do the commentary then."

Song Ruochen: "Alright."

When the three of them get together, they can talk for hours, getting louder and louder.

Song Ruochen’s voice gradually went from a 3 to a 100.

Song Ruochen: "LOL."

Jian Yuhang, who was in a phone meeting with his subordinates: "?"

"The Second Young Master’s place has a nice vibe." Assistant Gong said respectfully, "There are even ducks around."

Jian Yuhang: "Hmm..."

Assistant Gong’s leveled up—now he’s got sarcasm.

A few chuckles came through the headphones.

"Secretary Song’s reputation took a 5-point hit."

"Are you two talking about me behind my back again?" Song Ruochen asked.

"What are you on about, Little Grape?" Yan Ci said, "We never badmouth people."

"Exactly," Meng Yumian said, "Secretary Song is flawless, no complaints here."

Song Ruochen hung up, still a bit skeptical, just as Jian Yuhang finished his meeting.

"Are you done with work?" Song Ruochen asked.

"Yes," Jian Yuhang said, "The company had a solid first quarter, and the first young master and I are organizing a company trip."

"Is it paid?" Song Ruochen was concerned about this.

Jian Yuhang: "Paid..."

The company freeloader grinned with relief: "Where are we going?"

"My brother gave three options," Jian Yuhang said, "Desert hikes, glacier skinny-dips, or equator sunbathing."

Song Ruochen: "What did the employees do to deserve this?"

Jian Yuhang: "..."

"I also think it's a bit unreasonable," Jian Yuhang said, "This plan is pretty biased."

Jian Yuhang: "Any thoughts, Secretary Song?"

Song Ruochen: "Huh?"

Jian Yuhang: "Any bright ideas?"

"Let's cut the fancy stuff," Song Ruochen said, "Forget team-building or perks, just give employees cash and snacks."

Jian Yuhang: "Uh..."

Jian Yuhang tossed two bank cards to Song Ruochen and decided to plan the event himself.

Song Ruochen is a foodie, so he wanted to include food, Maro loves the pool, so he included water activities, and Song Ruochen also likes a certain Alpha boy band, so he thought of inviting them to sing.

Jian Yuhang was quietly plotting a company-funded getaway.

When he finished the plan, he suddenly realized that Song Ruochen hadn't spoken for two hours.

This was unusual.

Was he splurging with the bank cards?

On the other side of the house.

"Haha, sweet."

Song Ruochen: "0.0*"

"This one's still young, try the one beside it."

Song Ruochen: "Sure~"

The tipsy Song Ruochen rummaged through the wine cabinet, his gaze gradually becoming hazy.

Song Ruochen had long coveted Jian Yuhang's wine cabinet; the wines in this ABO world were super delicious.

So tonight, as he passed by, he couldn't resist, opened the cabinet, and poured himself a small glass.

The room slowly filled with the aroma of wine.

"Song Ruochen... you." Jian Yuhang's voice came from the door.

Wine cabinet stock -1

Song Ruochen's alcohol level +99%

"Is it really that good?" Song Ruochen heard Jian Yuhang say.

The Alpha took the glass from his hand and drank it all in one go.

"It's actually pretty good," Jian Yuhang said.

When he collected the wines, he never thought it would also snag a Song Ruochen.

Song Ruochen was scrutinizing the wines in the cabinet, picking his next drink, when he was suddenly grabbed by the waist, stepping back, he bumped into Jian Yuhang's chest.

Jian Yuhang took his hand and pointed to the right side of the cabinet.

"This one?" Song Ruochen asked.

"Yes," Jian Yuhang said, "That's the one, take it out."

Song Ruochen hugged the bottle with both hands.

"This one's a bit lighter," Jian Yuhang said, "After drinking it... you might not go wild."

"Let's give it a shot," Song Ruochen said.

Jian Yuhang fetched two glasses over and poured a little for Song Ruochen.

The Alpha's wrist twitched slightly, and his glass clinked against Song Ruochen's, making a clear, crisp sound.

The room was suddenly charged with an ambiguous vibe.

Song Ruochen tilted his head and thought for a moment, the grapevine climbing up Jian Yuhang's arm, winding around and around.

Jian Yuhang: "?"

"Bridal cup wine," Song Ruochen said, "Where I come from, we drink it during weddings."

"I don't have that here," Jian Yuhang said.

"I know," Song Ruochen said, "Maybe the author didn't include it."

Jian Yuhang: "?"

Half explaining, half rambling, Song Ruochen explained the history and meaning of bridal cup wine to Jian Yuhang.

Song Ruochen: "Glug."

Then, Song Ruochen raised his glass and held out his hand in front of Jian Yuhang.

Jian Yuhang placed his hand on Song Ruochen's hand.

"No," Song Ruochen said, "You have to play rock-paper-scissors with me."

Song Ruochen: "This is a game we often play while drinking where I come from."

Song Ruochen: "Glug glug."

Jian Yuhang watched in disbelief as Song Ruochen drank red wine like juice.

Not long after, Secretary Song became still.

The young secretary leaned back in his chair, his eyelashes drooping, the corners of his eyes red. Jian Yuhang walked over and messed up Song Ruochen's hair.

"Are you drunk?" Jian Yuhang poked Song Ruochen.

Song Ruochen: "Huh?"

Song Ruochen: "What?"

Jian Yuhang chuckled...

He was luckier than others, able to see a side of Secretary Song that others couldn't see.

The cocky little drunk half-opened his eyes, putting on a brave face, unaware that in others' eyes, his stubbornness was a bit silly, the kind of cuteness that was hard to look away from.

"Second Young Master, serve me," Song Ruochen said.

Jian Yuhang: ".."

Cute, my foot.

"Second Young Master, help me get dressed," Song Ruochen slammed the table.

Jian Yuhang sighed, bent down, and picked him up from the chair, heading towards the bathroom.

Song Ruochen was stripped of his clothes and thrown into a bathtub filled with warm water. The gentle flow of water patted his shoulders and neck, making him squint comfortably.

"Can you bathe by yourself?" Jian Yuhang asked, "I'll come back to get you later."

As he was about to leave, his clothes were pulled from behind.

The beautiful water creature sat up from the bathtub, grabbed his clothes, and left a wet handprint on the hem.

"Come back," Song Ruochen said, "Are you incapable?"

Jian Yuhang: "What??"

Perhaps startled by the Alpha's aura, the creature in the bathtub slowly sank back into the water.

The water rose to cover the omega's pale belly, then his chest. The rippling water surface reflected fragmented lights. A slender hand, slightly pink from the warm water, rested loosely on the edge of the bathtub.

Song Ruochen gave an innocent glance at Jian Yuhang and comfortably closed his eyes.

The next second, the bathtub was no longer his alone.

Song Ruochen: "Huh??"

Water went everywhere as Jian Yuhang held him tightly.

Song Ruochen: "Hold on..."

Song Ruochen: "Help me..."

Song Ruochen: "Ah... oh."

-

The next day, at the first official meeting of the Maozao Grape Food Street Branch, Song Ruochen was late.

At around 3 PM, Secretary Song appeared at the meeting room door walking slowly, wearing a black collar.

"Little Grape, you made it," Yan Ci said enthusiastically, "Oh, and brother is here too."

"You have your meeting, I won't disturb you," Jian Yuhang said in a good mood, "I'll come back later to pick up Xiao Chen."

"Okay," Yan Ci said.

"One, two, three... seven, haha," Meng Yumian couldn't help but laugh, finally bursting into laughter when Jian Yuhang turned around, "Second Young Master has seven scratches on his neck."

"Second Young Master went too far," Yan Ci said, "Our Grape has been pushed to his limits."

Song Ruochen remained silent.

Not exactly.

After waking up, he mentally replayed the events. When he was drunk, he was more prone to recklessness, not even in his grape costume, and ended up grabbing Jian Yuhang's clothes, even taunting him provocatively.

As a result, last night Jian Yuhang pinned him in the bathtub for a round, then dragged him to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The wine left him lightheaded, and he didn’t think to resist, only gripping the curtains with his delicate hands. The curtains were pulled down, and the white gauze cascaded down, just draping over his head.

At that moment, Jian Yuhang seemed to hesitate for a moment, then held him even tighter, as if trying to press him into his bones, roughly dominating him.

And then Jian Yuhang got marked.

He did it on purpose.

How bold.

"Then why are you wearing a neck ring?" Yan Ci asked, "Are you a walking, delectable grape today?"

"I’m not," Song Ruochen said.

"Already been consumed by the Second Young Master."

"Quiet," Song Ruochen said to the system.

He wore the neck ring because Jian Yuhang had left several love bites on him, which were hard to cover, so he simply used the neck ring to hide them.

"Alright, alright," Meng Yumian said, "Stop teasing our Little Grape anymore, he’s already blushing."

A phone rang.

"Hello? Mom?" Meng Yumian answered the phone, "Yes, I’m still in City A. I want to stay a bit longer, not going home for now."

"I’m not lonely," he said, "Get someone to look after me? No need, I don’t need it. I still have a few art exhibitions I want to hold."

He’s now an independent, self-sufficient furball who doesn’t rely on others.

"Yes, Secretary Song from the Young Master has been looking after me," Meng Yumian said, "I’ll hang up now. Oh, I still need my allowance. Independence and pocket money are two different things."

Meng Yumian hung up the phone.

"You’re too kind," Song Ruochen said, "I haven’t really taken care of you much. You’ve mostly been fending for yourself."

"This works," Meng Yumian said, "When you take care of me, it feels like I’m self-sabotaging."

Song Ruochen: "???"

"You two," Song Ruochen said, "Have you always had a problem with me?"

"Not at all," Yan Ci said, "You’re the world’s best Little Grape."

You’ve made everyone better.

The Maozao Grape group discussed food for 3 hours and studied games for 20 minutes, finally wrapping up the meeting when it was time to get off work.

"There’s a cheese pie shop nearby," Meng Yumian looked at the map, "Let’s go buy some to take back."

"Agreed," Song Ruochen said, "Furball scores a point."

Yan Ci: "0.0.."

The pie shop was quite popular, requiring a queue. Song Ruochen, with his diligent worker mentality, wanted to let the lady and Young Master Meng wait while he queued, but the two insisted on joining him.

The three of them chatted away, not noticing someone approaching.

"Xiao Ci," the approaching person spoke.

Song Ruochen turned and recognized the person in front of him. These two were Yan Ci’s biological parents. It had been so long since he last saw them, he had almost forgotten them.

"It’s been a long time," Yan Ci’s mother looked tired, "Have you been well?"

"Doing well," Yan Ci said calmly.

"Your brother is looking for a job recently, could you…" the woman hesitated.

"No can do," Yan Ci smiled, "You never gave me anything before, so don’t expect to get anything from me now. If my brother wants something, he should earn it himself."

"Next time you see me, Mom, if you’re still thinking of saying these things," Yan Ci said, "Then don’t bother saying hello."

He has Little Grape, Furball, and Jian Feng. He really doesn’t care about that purposeful "long time no see."

At some point, he no longer cried because of family difficulties or emotional blackmail.

A place with friends is where home truly is.

"Here are your three cheese pastries," the clerk called them, "Secretary Song, we’ve given you two pies."

Song Ruochen: "..."

Damn, I’ve been recognized.

"Song Ruochen and Jian Yuhang, may you have a century of happiness together," the clerk cheered.

Song Ruochen covered his face, accepting the blessing.

"Oh?" Yan Ci looked at his phone, "Little Grape, Xiao Shi’s company outing plan is finalized."

"None of my suggestions were chosen," Yan Ci said disappointedly.

"Naturally, it’s you," Song Ruochen gritted his teeth.

He glanced at the message Jian Feng sent to Yan Ci. Well, his plan didn’t make the cut either.

The company had finally decided on a cruise trip.

Song Ruochen: "Wow!"

Never been on one, but I love the idea!

"Wow! When one person rises, everyone around them benefits. I’m going on a cruise!"

-

Jian Yuhang’s reliable plan, which he personally crafted, was quickly implemented. On the first day of the holiday, Song Ruochen, pretending to push a suitcase, boarded the large cruise ship at the seaside of City A alongside Jian Yuhang, who was actually pushing one.

The cruise ship set sail into the sea, carrying a curious Song Ruochen.

He stood on the deck, transfixed by the seagulls.

"Go for it, bro," Jian Feng said, clenching his fist nearby.

"Go for it, bro," Yan Ci echoed.

"I’ve got this," Jian Yuhang said, weighing the two rings in his hand as he started walking towards Song Ruochen.

He was about to walk over right then and propose to Song Ruochen. This cruise would be the perfect backdrop for their engagement.

Jian Yuhang started walking.

"Ding."

Jian Yuhang went back to where he started.

Jian Yuhang, staying positive, started walking again.

"Ding."

Song Ruochen kept watching a seagull over and over.

"So cute," Song Ruochen said, "I didn’t know we could use it this way."

He kept watching the beautiful seagull.

"Ding" xN

Jian Yuhang: "..."

"Bro?" Jian Feng asked, "Scared?"

"You’re the scared one," Jian Yuhang said.

What’s with this guy, staring at a seagull over and over? If you can’t make it over, then just don’t.

Song Ruochen was soaking in nature when he suddenly heard Jian Yuhang’s voice.

"Song Ruochen!" A booming voice echoed across the sky, "Marry me!"

"Ahhh!" The seagulls scattered.

The sky: "No storm, no storm!"

Song Ruochen: "Ah..."

The sea breeze swept through his black hair as he looked in Jian Yuhang’s direction, a faint smile on his lips.

"Alright!" he shouted, "Second Young Master, shout it out!"

"From that day on, Song Ruochen and Jian Yuhang lived happily ever after."

"You’ve got your own happy ending too."

"Ding"

"?"

Jian Yuhang: "?"

"Let’s switch the angle," Song Ruochen shouted to Jian Yuhang, "Second Young Master, propose again! I want to see it from this angle."

Jian Yuhang: ":)"

Jian Yuhang: "Alright."

If you live long enough, you can propose multiple times.

But it’s also wonderful. He cherishes every moment with him.

Song Ruochen never tires of hearing it, and he always has more to say.

In the distance, against the blue sky and sea, Song Ruochen waved with a smile—

"I say yes again!"

"The behind-the-scenes and the main story aren’t always the same."

"For instance," Song Ruochen said, "I love you!"

Author’s note:

That’s the end of the main text, darlings~! Mao Qiu takes a bow!

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