Chapter 17: Into Long Aotian’s World, Day 17
Chapter 17: Into Long Aotian’s World, Day 17
Chapter 17: The Seventeenth Day of Transmigrating into the Dragon Overlord
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang as expected.
An Yi opened the door and found Shao Xiuya standing outside, holding a beautiful glass bowl filled with washed strawberries and blueberries, sparkling clean and fresh, with even the stems carefully removed.
"Here, fresh fruit to replenish your energy." Shao Xiuya handed him the bowl, his eyes so tender they could drown you.
An Yi reached out to take the cool glass bowl.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch the bowl, Shao Xiuya's fingers seemed to "accidentally" move forward.
An Yi's fingertips brushed against Shao Xiuya's warm fingers, as if a tiny electric current shot through him.
He looked up, meeting Shao Xiuya's deep, smiling eyes. The air between them seemed to stand still at that moment.
An Yi closed the door, leaning against the cool door panel, holding the bowl of vibrant fruit in his hands.
His fingertips still seemed to retain the warmth of that fleeting touch. He could still see the unmistakable, overflowing tenderness in Shao Xiuya's eyes.
He picked up a plump strawberry and took a bite. The sweet juice burst in his mouth, with a hint of sourness, mirroring his current complicated feelings.
Shao Xiuya...
This guy... really knows how to play the game.
He sighed, resigned, and picked up another blueberry.
Forget it. Let things take their course.
He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the dazzling night view of the city. His phone screen lit up with a new message from Shao Xiuya:
"Do you like the fruit? Hope it makes you feel better. :)"
An Yi stared at that emoji for a few seconds, his fingers twitched, and finally replied: "Very sweet, thank you. Good night."
This time, he hesitated for a moment, then added a small moon emoji at the end.
Sent.
An Yi felt the back of his ears burning again.
He raised his hand to cover his face. Oh no, oh no, oh no!
An Yi! Snap out of it!
Why did you add a moon emoji! Isn't that basically telling him he got to you?!
That fox Shao Xiuya must be grinning smugly downstairs!
Just as he was screaming internally, his phone vibrated stubbornly again.
An Yi struggled to pull out his phone and held his breath as he opened it.
It wasn’t Shao Xiuya.
It was a voice message from that idiot Huang Chan, background noise chaotic like he was at a nightclub:
"Yi! Come out and party! Your bro found a killer spot! Hurry up! Sending you the address!"
Followed by a bar location pin.
An Yi: “……”
What perfect timing—like a pillow when you're sleepy... no, noise when you're annoyed!
He was in no mood for some 'killer spot'!
He typed back quickly: “Not going. Tired. Cultivating immortality at home.”
Within two seconds, Huang Chan called, voice deafening: “Damn! Cultivating immortality?! Yi! Come on, come on, come on~”
“Shut up!” An Yi snapped back. “I’m really not going. Keep it up and I’ll block you.”
With that, he hung up, put his phone on silent, and tossed it onto the sofa.
Peace at last.
Downstairs.
Shao Xiuya stared at that tiny moon on the screen, feeling his fingertips grow hot.
He reached up and touched his own red earlobe, his smile deepening.
Thinking back to his recent moves—he should be playing it cool, not looking too flustered.
All those late nights scheming paid off!
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Chang Tongxin’s counterattack was like a precision surgery—calm, accurate, lethal.
She didn’t swing a big stick directly at Du Guyuan, but targeted the vast yet fragile foundation—those shady gray industries and tangled funding sources.
A month later, a well-documented, evidence-rich anonymous report landed, as if guided, in the inboxes of several key regulatory bodies.
It pointed directly at several shell companies under Du Guyuan—acting as “white gloves”—involved in money laundering, illegal fundraising, and funneling benefits to sensitive projects.
Almost simultaneously, several well-connected, sharp financial media outlets received “inside info” about Du Guyuan’s strained capital chain and major compliance risks in some projects.
Though worded cautiously, given Du Guyuan’s status as the second son of the Du family, it was enough to stir up a storm in the capital world.
Du Guyuan was losing his mind!
Several key accounts under his name were frozen and under investigation.
Several major projects relying on gray funds came to a grinding halt.
Worse still, investors who had been all smiles suddenly turned evasive—no calls, no replies.
Capital’s nature is to seek profit and avoid harm; at the first whiff of blood, it runs faster than a rabbit!
The capital market’s senses were razor-sharp. Tongxin Capital’s previous defensive line, plus these “coincidental” negative rumors, sent Du Guyuan’s credit rating tottering.
What plunged him into an abyss was Du Guting’s gaze—cold as ice, like looking at a pile of unrecyclable trash. Du family resources? Forget it. He'd be lucky if they didn't clean house!
“Useless! A pack of useless idiots!”
Du Guyuan raged in his luxury suite, smashing expensive antique vases, shattering them across the floor.
He screamed into the phone: “Figure out who did this, and do it now! I want them dead!”
His eyes were bloodshot, like a trapped beast.
His first thought was Chang Tongxin.
But then he laughed at the absurdity of the idea.
Although he was going after her, how could she know?
And besides, a mere woman—what could she do?
Then his eyes narrowed. It had to be An Yi! Who else had the power and motive?
“An Yi! It must be you, that haunting bastard!” He gritted his teeth, hatred burning.
He must be jealous that I won that piece of land south of the city! That’s why he left me hanging earlier—afraid of my revenge!
But his investigators brought back news that made his heart drop: An Yi was calm and quiet. He even seemed to be getting close to that new President Shao?
They were seen together constantly, even photographed having dinner multiple times—and the atmosphere looked cozy!
Even more absurd, rumors of a scandal between them started circulating online!
The headline blared: “Two Titans or Perfect Pair? Intimate Bond Between An’s Helmsman and Yuanchen Group’s New Elite!”
Two men? A scandal?
How is that possible?
Du Guyuan felt his intelligence insulted, but then a worse thought hit him: they must have teamed up!
“Shao Xiuya?!” He knew that name—the sharp new leader of Yuanchen Group.
They joined forces?
An's Group plus Yuanchen… a force he couldn't handle right now!
Panic and rage mixed, nearly driving him insane. He grabbed his phone and dialed another encrypted number, a hoarse, wild voice: “Move the plan up! Take down that An guy! I want him ruined, reputation and all! Now! Immediately!”