Chapter 169 Day 1 of Transmigrating into a True and False Young Master Novel
Chapter 169 Day 1 of Transmigrating into a True and False Young Master Novel
Chapter 169: The First Day of Transmigrating into a True and False Heir Story
"Are you even listening to me?"
A slightly impatient male voice rang out.
An Yi slowly lifted his eyes, a faint trace of confusion and displeasure at being interrupted clearly flickering in them.
As consciousness returned, perception preceded sight.
The scent lingering in his nostrils was no longer the salty, damp smell of the seaside, nor the faint fragrance of ink and grass, but a sweet, unfamiliar blend of caffeine and artificial flavor.
What his hand touched was a smooth, cool tabletop, and beneath him was a soft leather seat.
He had been at Qin Cang's grave just moments ago, finishing a flask of strong liquor.
That fool, before leaving, had still clutched his sleeve, his breath weak but stubbornly murmuring, demanding that he not forget what he had promised—to eat his heart and liver, so they could be together forever.
He had told him countless times, he wasn't a demon, didn't eat heart and liver... He was a complete fool.
Still reeking of alcohol and an indescribable emptiness, he returned to their home and fell into a deep sleep.
But he never expected that upon opening his eyes...
What greeted him was a completely unfamiliar scene.
Soft lighting, a simple yet modern décor, a soft, unfamiliar light music playing in the background.
He was sitting in a small space cleverly partitioned off by a translucent screen, surrounded by a few well-dressed people talking in low voices.
And in front of him sat a young man in a well-tailored suit, handsome, but with clear irritation on his brow.
How annoying.
An Yi took a deep breath, trying to suppress the complex emotions surging within him from the sudden shift in time and space.
He had originally planned to go to the fool's grave tomorrow and keep him company for a while...
Composing himself, his gaze fully focused on the man before him.
The man was frowning with displeasure, but when he saw An Yi finally look up and meet his eyes, his originally smooth speech suddenly faltered.
He stared blankly at An Yi's eyes—those eyes... He realized for the first time that An Yi's eyes were actually this beautiful?
Not just a simple kind of beauty, but a kind of... profound tranquility, as if holding countless stories and ages.
And this whole aura, dressed in ordinary, even somewhat rustic clothes, yet inexplicably exuding an oppressive air of authority, paradoxically mixed with a calming, peaceful temperament—contradictory yet fatally alluring.
Just as An Yi's gaze met this man's, the familiar voices from the comment section flooded his mind:
"??? What does this mean?"
"Tsk, what's Gu Xinou thinking? Stunned?"
"Isn't he here to break off the engagement?"
"The gong's thoughts... Wait, I went back to the details page, Gu Xinou is the author's marked main gong, right? What does he mean by this?"
"...No way, @author, change the gong, this one is no good!"
"Although... Xinghai is the main shou, right? Why is this true young master written so beautifully and with such temperament?"
"Please, it wouldn't really be writing about the emotional entanglement between An Yi and Gu Xinou, would it? No way!"
"...If it really comes to that, I'll knock them all flying!"
"Gu Xinou gets one slap, the author gets eighteen consecutive palm strikes!! (Angry)"
"..."
An Yi: ...
Right off the bat, he was left speechless.
At the same time, a vast amount of the original storyline of this world flooded into An Yi's mind.
Sure enough, he had transmigrated into a book again.
This time, he had entered a true and false heir BL story.
He was the true young master who had just been accepted back into a wealthy family.
In the original story, he was a typical villain: jealous of the fake young master, obsessed with the main gong, constantly causing trouble, and eventually ending up on the streets, dying miserably.
And that fake young master was the story's main shou, Song Xinghai—gentle, kind, resilient, optimistic, and beloved by all.
The man before him was exactly the main gong, Gu Xinou—from a prestigious family, young and successful, a domineering CEO.
An Yi: "..."
Another antagonist.
Fine.
He quickly sorted through the original body's memories.
The original body was also named An Yi, swapped at birth due to a hospital error, raised by an ordinary rural couple.
A few years ago, his parents had died unexpectedly, and he had managed to get into a university in this city through his own efforts.
The Song family, through a chance discovery that their adopted son Song Xinghai had the wrong blood type, traced the truth back then and found him.
Song's parents had cried and held him, acknowledging him back into the family.
But Song Xinghai had been raised and cherished by them for twenty years, with deep affection. Moreover, Song Xinghai's biological parents were also deceased, so the Song family kept both children at home.
The true and false heirs coexisting under one roof—the story began.
And the man before him, Gu Xinou, was the original body's... fiancé.
That's right, fiancé.
In this world, same-sex marriage had been legalized.
Today was their second meeting.
The first was at the Song family's family reunion banquet, where the original body learned he had a childhood betrothal, with the object being the handsome and wealthy CEO Gu.
At that time, Gu Xinou, while not overly warm, had at least maintained basic politeness. The original body's anxious heart in the unfamiliar environment was instantly won over by the connection and the man's striking looks, leaving him secretly infatuated.
After all, he is the original novel's male lead (the gong)—his appearance is definitely up to standard.
However, during this second meeting, which is exactly what An Yi is experiencing today, Gu Xinou directly proposed to break off the engagement.
The original owner naturally didn't want to, and pressed him for the reason.
Gu Xinou coldly stated that their values were not compatible, and that he had previously only regarded the engagement as a joke between the elders—after all, when he had interacted with Song Xinghai in the past, he had only seen him as a friend, without any romantic thoughts.
Neither family had ever formally brought it up.
Now that the engagement partner had changed to the original owner, he had even less intention of honoring it.
But the original owner didn't believe it.
He stubbornly believed that Gu Xinou's decision to break off the engagement must be because Gu Xinou liked the original engagement partner—Song Xinghai!
Already extremely sensitive and plagued by insecurity due to suddenly stepping from the lower class into a wealthy family, the original owner was constantly compared to the elegant and outstanding Song Xinghai, which completely shattered his mental stability.
Clearly, it was Song Xinghai who had occupied his life—why was he the one being criticized and looked down upon?
Thus, the original owner began to hate Song Xinghai, viewing Gu Xinou as his possession, and started various clumsy schemes and rivalries.
As a result, Gu Xinou, who initially only had an ordinary friendship with Song Xinghai, developed genuine feelings for Song Xinghai while repeatedly protecting him and dealing with the original owner, eventually becoming a couple.
As for the original owner, because of his repeated misdeeds, the Song parents, having reached their limit, sent him abroad to "calm down."
Unable to accept this, he tried every means to sneak back home, but since his passport was being withheld, he attempted to sneak across the border, only to be swindled of all his money and ended up penniless on the streets of a foreign country.
The Song family looked for him but failed, and assumed he had run away on his own, gradually giving up and only occasionally sighing about how stubborn he was, showing no care for family ties.
An Yi: "..."
What the hell?
He felt as if his brain had been brutally beaten by this plot.
So weird!!
What is all this nonsense?
Now it's his turn to have the engagement broken off?
Should he now, like Du Guyuan, shout, "Thirty years on the east bank, thirty on the west—never underestimate a poor youth!" and then return with a smirk?