Chapter 15: Into Long Aotian’s World, Day 15

Chapter 15: The Fifteenth Day of Transmigrating into Long Aotian

An Yi watched as Shao Xiuya casually placed the pot of soup, emitting a mouthwatering aroma, onto his dining table, then walked into the kitchen like he owned the place to fetch bowls and spoons, still dazed, like "Who am I? Where am I?"

"Xiuya," An Yi tried to take back control, "This... it's too much trouble, really, you don't have to..."

Shao Xiuya had already returned with two delicate bone china bowls and spoons. At this, he looked up with clear, innocent eyes: "No trouble at all. I just made too much, and I can't finish it alone. Besides..."

As he gracefully lifted the lid, releasing a mouthwatering aroma, he looked at An Yi with sincere, expectant eyes: "I figured you’ve been working hard lately, so I added some calming herbs to the soup. It's just right."

An Yi was speechless. Everyone works hard!

He almost refused, but hesitated. Looking at the clear bowl packed with good ingredients and Shao Xiuya’s sparkling eyes that seemed to plead, "Go on, try it!", An Yi found himself sitting down before he knew it.

The soup entered his mouth—warm, savory, and fresh, with a faint sweetness from the herbs. It slid down his throat, a wave of warmth spreading through his whole body. It was indeed... very good.

"How is it?" Shao Xiuya sat across from him, hands clasped on the table like a primary school student awaiting the teacher's evaluation, his focused gaze made An Yi a bit uneasy.

"...It's very good." An Yi told the truth and took another sip: "Xiuya, with skills like these, it's a shame you don't open a private restaurant." He joked.

Shao Xiuya's eyes crinkled at the corners, his smile dazzling: "I'm glad you like it. If you ever want more, just tell me anytime."

His tone was so natural, like making soup for An Yi was his sacred duty.

An Yi nearly choked on the soup.

Anytime?!

Really? You better not be messing with me?

A "neighborly care breakfast" ended in an atmosphere that was both warm and weirdly ambiguous.

Shao Xiuya helpfully cleared and washed the dishes, his movements so practiced, like he was at home. Before leaving, he added: "An Yi, remember to rest even when work is busy. I have some calming aromatherapy at my place; it works well."

An Yi stood at the door, watching Shao Xiuya’s tall figure disappear into the elevator. Touching his slightly warm ears, his mind was all over the place:

This guy... he’s coming on too strong, isn't he?

Soup delivery, aromatherapy offerings, coming into the house... What's next, warming my bed?!

Dammit, I'm actually a little excited just thinking about it!

The next few days seemed calm and uneventful.

The mood in the penthouse of a top luxury hotel was dark.

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Du Guyuan, wearing a velvet robe with his collar wide open, swirled a glass of red wine and roared into his phone:

"Useless! How hard is it to dig up some dirt on Tongxin Capital? Taxes! Fire safety! Labor disputes! Even if their receptionist is rude—anything!"

"What? You checked and everything's compliant?! Bullshit! No company is that clean! Keep digging! Dig to China if you have to!"

"And! I don't care how, but in three days I want at least three resignations from their core team! You think I'm short on cash? Offer them ten times, twenty times their salary!"

He lowered his voice, dripping with malice: "Also... find me some 'clean' guys to 'drop by' their office and cause a little 'accident'... like a server room flood? Data center fire? You catch my drift?!"

He hung up, downed a gulp of wine, his eyes dark and menacing: "Chang Tongxin! Bitch! Dare to reject me?! Just wait! You have no idea what happens when you cross the Dark Emperor!"

He walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city lights, lost in his fantasy of "pulling the strings," a sinister smile curling his lips.

Behind him, on the massive bed, Xia Youyou lay with her clothes half-undone, her carefully styled curls slightly messy, her innocent face twisted in barely suppressed rage.

She gritted her teeth, seething inside.

These past few days, she had been listening to Du Guyuan mutter the name Chang Tongxin, and she pieced together what was going on.

She searched online; the name likely referred to the CEO of Tongxin Capital.

No kidding!

If she were as rich as Chang Tongxin, she wouldn't bother with this fool Du Guyuan either!!

Not only would she reject him, she wouldn't even look at him! She'd have security throw him out on his ass!

What's in his head besides a boner and a pathetic revenge fantasy?!

She had known from the start that there was no real feelings between her and Du Guyuan, but plotting how to subdue another woman right in front of her, his "official girlfriend"—wasn't that like spitting in her face?!

Most importantly, after playing along with him for so long, it was about time he put his money where his mouth was!

He'd been drawing blank checks left and right, but not a single cent had materialized!

Did he really think she was some naive, innocent, loving little white flower who didn't care about fame or fortune?!

With eyes that blind, how is Du Guyuan still alive?!

Thinking this, Xia Youyou barely suppressed her displeasure.

When she looked up again, her face had already shifted into a perfectly timed expression of feigned innocence and concern.

Barefoot, like a delicate kitten, she soundlessly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, extending her slender, fair arm to gently hook Du Guyuan's, even rubbing her soft body against his arm in a dependent manner.

"Brother Yuan..." Her voice was soft and sticky, with a hint of timid concern: "Is... is the company in some trouble?"

She tilted her face up, her eyes moist like a startled fawn.

At the same time, one small, pale hand gently stroked Du Guyuan's open chest, her fingertips cool to the touch.

"Don't be angry, okay~" She pouted, her tone coquettish and innocent: "Getting angry is the worst for your health! Youyou will feel heartbroken!"

She stood on tiptoe, leaning close to Du Guyuan's ear, her breath like orchid, speaking with a tone full of worship and certainty: "Besides, Brother Yuan is the most capable person in the world! There's nothing you can't do! Youyou believes that you can solve all problems easily!"

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