Chapter 115 Day 6 of Transmigrating into a Vintage CEO Novel

Chapter 115: The Sixth Day of Transmigrating into a Classic CEO Romance Novel

And the comments section chimed in again at just the right moment:

"Ahhh the apartment scene is starting! Gu Xinghui threw Weiwei onto the bed!"

"He's loosening his tie! Ahhh help!"

"'Why are you crying? Isn't this what you like?' — ??? Is that even something a person would say?!"

"Damn scumbag! Let her go! Let me handle it! (Just kidding)"

"(Covering eyes but peeking through fingers)"

"...Still though, the author's description is kinda hot... (I'm guilty, I confess)"

"The person above...!"

"..."

An Yi gave a mental eye roll, his face expressionless, and then looked at Gu Mingzhi before him.

To be honest, he even felt a little sick to his stomach.

His silence and subtle changes in expression seemed to have been caught by Gu Mingzhi.

Gu Mingzhi took two steps toward him, trying to close the gap to an almost intimate distance.

An Yi immediately raised his hand, making a clear and firm "stop" gesture, palm outward, with a bit of turpentine still on his fingertips, not fully wiped off: "Stop. Just stand there, don't come closer."

Gu Mingzhi froze. Was he so repulsed by me?

"You seem..." Gu Mingzhi's voice dropped even lower, with a magnetic, hypnotic charm: "Always distracted. What are you thinking about?"

His gaze, almost tangible, slowly slid over An Yi's slightly pursed lips—pale in color but beautifully shaped—and he emphasized his tone meaningfully: "Or, who are you thinking about?"

An Yi looked up, meeting Gu Mingzhi's deep gaze. At this moment, An Yi was certain: this uncle was definitely not straight, at least not as 'straight' as he claimed.

Absurd!

An Yi suddenly smiled, and that smile dispelled the aloof coldness around him, making him lively, even a bit sly, like the first thaw of ice and snow: "I was thinking..."

He deliberately drew out his tone, watching Gu Mingzhi's slightly raised eyebrow: "Is Uncle this... caring and eager for deep conversation with everyone?"

Gu Mingzhi obviously hadn't expected such a direct counter-question. He froze for half a second, then chuckled lowly, his chest vibrating, his laughter warm and captivating: "No."

He answered succinctly, his gaze burning as he looked at An Yi: "I only reserve a little more 'care' for people and things I find interesting."

An Yi was completely speechless.

How is this not gay? He knew the signs from experience!

An Yi didn't move, nor did he step back. He just raised his head, looking straight at Gu Mingzhi not far away, his clear eyes reflecting the other's deep silhouette: "Don't say such suggestive things to me."

He paused, then clearly spat out two words: "Disgusting."

Gu Mingzhi: ...

Disgusting?!

Gu Mingzhi felt as if his ear had been stung. His face darkened, and he was about to speak.

But then An Yi suddenly smiled again, and added, his voice clear and firm, each word ringing out: "Because I'm gay."

"We're not that close. Your words are very presumptuous to me. I hope you can take a hint when someone says no. If it happens again, I won't mind personally helping you remember this lesson, deeply."

Hearing "I'm gay," Gu Mingzhi's heart violently skipped a beat, as if something had slammed into him.

An Yi is gay?

An Yi likes men? What a coincidence—he was a man too.

Seeing him standing there stunned, An Yi was getting a bit impatient and felt like just throwing him out.

"An Yi." Gu Mingzhi spoke again, his voice still steady, but with a barely noticeable rasp: "You're very good at distracting people."

An Yi turned and looked at him, a faint smile curving his lips: "Is that so? Then I'm honored."

He extended his hand, pointing to the open door of the studio, his gesture decisive, leaving no room for doubt: "Get out!"

Gu Mingzhi: ...

Gu Mingzhi was kicked out by An Yi.

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After Gu Mingzhi was 'shown out' of the studio, the studio fell silent again, the only smells were turpentine and paint, and the occasional sound of wind from outside the window.

An Yi stood in front of the easel, looking at the unfinished, emotionally turbulent blue painting, his face expressionless.

He wasn't naive; on the contrary, he had experienced too much and seen too much.

He saw clearly Gu Mingzhi's barely concealed interest and probing.

This was a troublesome guy who didn't know his own mind, let alone his sexuality.

Gu Mingzhi's 'I'm not gay but I'll tease you anyway' attitude was really infuriating.

He walked to the window and watched Gu Mingzhi's tall figure cross the garden and disappear toward the main building.

"Ahhh! Gu Mingzhi got kicked out?!"

"An Yi is such a badass! I like it!"

"Gu Mingzhi's expression... looks like he took a huge hit?"

"No shit, getting told 'your flirting disgusts me' and getting a coming-out warning straight to the face by a beautiful guy—anyone would be shocked!"

"But An Yi is gay??????"

"Right, isn't he the gentle second male lead?"

"Too much info, my CPU is fried!"

"So An Yi isn't the gentle second male lead, and Gu Mingzhi isn't the villain—they're a side couple?"

"So this is... a straight guy flirting with a gay guy and getting shut down?"

"? Who said straight? Gu Mingzhi? The person above sure can tell a joke."

"Gu Mingzhi: I'm not gay. An Yi: I am, stay away, it's disgusting. Hahahahahaha!"

I never saw this coming...

Hey author, show yourself! Hasn't this plot gone way off the rails?!

Off the rails is good! Off the rails is great! I love this! More, more!

...

An Yi: ...

An Yi listened as the comment section in his head instantly went off topic, switching from bashing the male lead to gossiping like crazy about him and Gu Mingzhi. He was completely speechless again.

This bunch of "readers" shifts their attention faster than the wind.

He rubbed his forehead, deciding to ignore these noisy voices.

He picked up his paintbrush again, trying to refocus on the canvas, but that rich blue seemed to have lost its earlier vitality.

What kept flashing through his mind were Gu Mingzhi's deep, curious eyes—full of undisguised interest—and the ambiguous words spoken in that deep voice of his.

"Interesting..." An Yi let out a scornful chuckle.

In all his years, no one had ever used that word to describe him to his face. Thinking it to themselves was one thing, but saying it right to his face?

Usually, people looked at him with awe, infatuation, or hostility.

The word "interesting" felt too frivolous, too personal, too condescending—all at once.

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Over the next two days, the Gu family's old mansion was outwardly calm.

Gu Xinghui and Meng Nianwei seemed to have entered a temporary peaceful period after the "forced love" incident, with no new arguments breaking out.

An Yi enjoyed the quiet, spending most of his time in the studio in the annex, and only occasionally going out for a walk.