Chapter 124 Day 15 of Transmigrating into a Vintage CEO Novel

Chapter 124: The Fifteenth Day of Transmigrating into an Old-School Overbearing CEO Novel

Gu Mingzhi's eyes narrowed.

"You said... you like me?" An Yi said softly, as if savoring something amusing. "And said you're gay, too?"

Gu Mingzhi's jaw tightened, and he didn't deny it: "Yes."

"But I'm not buying it." An Yi's smile turned a bit malicious. "Uncle doesn't look like someone who would easily bow to anyone. Let alone someone who'd change his sexuality over a few jokes."

He reached out a slender finger and lightly tapped Gu Mingzhi's chest. Through the cashmere sweater, he could feel the firm, warm chest and the steady heartbeat beneath.

"How much of this 'like' is real, how much is just bitterness over not having me, and how much is the urge to conquer because I challenged you..."

An Yi's voice was as soft as a whisper, yet as sharp as a blade, slicing through every pretense: "Can you even tell the difference, Uncle?"

Gu Mingzhi suddenly grabbed his wrist. An Yi smiled faintly, staring straight at him.

"You always have a way..." Gu Mingzhi's voice was hoarse, his eyes churning with intense emotions like a trapped beast: "of saying the cruelest words in the gentlest manner."

An Yi let him hold on, even lightly scratching the tense back of Gu Mingzhi's hand with his fingertip, like a feather, but his eyes were cold: "So, stop messing with me, Uncle. You can't handle this game."

"Game?" Gu Mingzhi seemed stung by the word. He suddenly pulled An Yi's hand closer, almost pressing it against his own burning chest, staring at him with burning eyes: "How do you know I'm not serious?"

"Oh? So serious you'd be willing to be my dog?"

"But sorry, that's not gonna work."

A fierce flicker passed through Gu Mingzhi's eyes—pride and a nearly insane obsession clashing fiercely in his eyes.

But the grip on An Yi's wrist never loosened.

A flicker of annoyance—barely noticeable—crossed An Yi's eyes. Same old drama.

He suddenly lost interest in continuing the cat-and-mouse game with Gu Mingzhi.

With a dexterous twist of his wrist, using some unknown technique, he effortlessly freed himself from Gu Mingzhi's overly tight grip.

Gu Mingzhi felt his palm suddenly empty, the cool, smooth touch vanishing instantly, leaving behind a hollow, almost wistful sense of loss.

An Yi stood up, looking down at Gu Mingzhi, who still maintained his leaning-forward posture with dark, unreadable eyes. His tone returned to its usual gentleness, but carried a clear "time for you to leave" vibe: "Thanks for the tea, Uncle. But I'm a little tired—I think I'll rest now."

The dismissal was clear and unmistakable.

Gu Mingzhi slowly straightened up, looking up at him.

Backlit, An Yi's features looked indistinct, leaving only his eyes—clear and cold.

He didn't leave immediately. Instead, he silently looked at An Yi for a few seconds, then suddenly spoke, his voice low and clear, with a tone of finality, like someone burning his bridges:

"An Yi."

"I've got it sorted. I like you—it was love at first sight."

"I've never felt this way before... so I didn't know what it was. But I wanted to be near you, and I messed up—crossed a line and offended you."

"I'm sorry..."

He took a deep breath: "I don't know if you'll forgive me, but..."

"If..."

He paused, as if each word required tremendous effort to utter, but his gaze stayed locked on An Yi, not flinching:

"If that is what you want, if it can make you feel any better..."

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and his ears flushed red unbidden, but his tone was exceptionally firm:

"...Woof."

A sound, extremely soft and low, almost inaudible.

An Yi's gentle smile slowly faded. His eyes narrowed slightly, clearly reflecting Gu Mingzhi's sharp-featured face, now a mess of conflicted emotions.

Comments:

"!!!!!!!!"

"Did I just see that?! Am I seeing things?!"

"Woof?! Is it the 'woof' I think it is?"

"Big doggo! Big doggo!"

"Uncle Gu, you... (stunned.jpg)"

"You really know how to work it! Love it!"

"Threw his dignity out the window to win his wife! (Nice one!)"

"An Yi: I was just kidding... Are you for real?"

"This is insane! So exciting!"

"I give you permission to be a dog! (Bangs table)"

"..."

After uttering that word, Gu Mingzhi seemed to break through invisible shackles and actually relaxed.

He stood up, his tall figure once again exuding an oppressive presence, but his eyes now held a nearly wild, reckless fervor.

An Yi slowly raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

This "Mad Dog" seemed truly determined... to sink his teeth in and never let go.

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Since Gu Mingzhi's confession that day, just as An Yi had thought, he was a mad dog.

Gu Mingzhi didn't back down out of shame or anger; instead, he seemed to have completely broken free of some kind of shackle.

He no longer deliberately made awkward excuses, nor did he bother to hide his almost predatory gaze.

He appeared before An Yi so openly, with a nearly wild stubbornness, his gaze burning hot, his intentions clear.

That morning, An Yi drove, merging smoothly into city traffic.

Then the comments section in his head exploded:

"Oh my god!!!!!"

"The female lead is pregnant!!!"

"My god! The male lead doesn't seem to know yet? It was Zhao Manyin who discovered it first! She went for a checkup and bumped into Weiwei in the obstetrics and gynecology department!"

"Zhao Manyin's expression was described as a palette!"

"Damn! I knew it! She thinks Weiwei is deliberately using the baby to force his hand!"

"It's this kind of plot again, I can recite it. Next, she'll run away with the baby, right?"

"Yes!"

"How do you know, above?"

"Hehe~ I'm the author!"

"????? What's with the 'hehe'?"

"... The author is here, ladies! Everyone, let's get her!!!"

"@author, how dare you show up! I ask you, why did An Yi and Gu Mingzhi get together? Look! You wrote so inconsistently, the characters are inconsistent!!"

"I don't know either, it feels like this character doesn't obey my keyboard! He has a mind of his own!"

"......"

An Yi kept his hands steady on the wheel, driving smoothly without swerving, despite the storm of comments raging in his head.

Pregnant?

It was a bit earlier than in the original timeline. It seemed that his "butterfly effect" had finally caused some subtle changes.

Soon, An Yi parked the car.

After getting out of the car, he raised his hand to look at his watch; the timing was just right.

Fortunately, there was no traffic jam, otherwise he would have had to rely on his spatial ability to get there directly.

Today, he was here to attend an art exhibition by an up-and-coming painter. He spent almost all his time painting in this world.

It was indeed very interesting.

He decided to dedicate himself to painting for the rest of his life.

Perfect, he had found his purpose in this life.

A smile appeared on An Yi's face. Life is great!

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