Chapter 175 Day 7 of Transmigrating into a True and False Young Master Novel

Chapter 175: Day Seven of Transmigrating into a Fake Heir Novel

Song Xinghai was frozen stiff on the spot.

His mouth hung open, but no words came out.

Every word from An Yi was like a mirror, reflecting the secret corners of his heart he didn't dare face.

He... didn't know?

He just hadn't really thought about it. He was desperately clinging to this warmth, afraid of losing it, so unconsciously he used obedience and compromise to secure it... Did he really not know?

An Yi looked at his dejected look and lost interest in continuing the conversation.

This tugging back and forth, to him, was pointless. Other than draining energy, it couldn't change anything fundamental.

But, he should speak up for the original host!

Why should he be the one to suffer?

He stood up, ignoring the three people in the living room, who were frozen in place with varied expressions, and turned directly to walk toward the stairs.

"Xiao Yi!" Lin Wan couldn't help calling out, her voice hoarse from crying and full of pleading.

An Yi did not stop, as if he hadn't heard.

Song Chengye reached out a hand, but could only let it fall weakly.

He watched An Yi's figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, his chest tight with a tangled mix of sadness, self-blame, annoyance, and a strange pressure.

They had always thought they were doing well enough, but never expected that in their child's eyes, they were so terrible and had caused so much harm.

Lin Wan anxiously watched her husband's profile, then looked sympathetically at Song Xinghai, who was lowering his head and trembling slightly, clearly suffering a great shock. In the end, she could only, with reddened eyes, sink weakly back onto the sofa.

She held Song Xinghai's hand, sobbing softly, unsure if she was comforting him or herself.

Song Xinghai let Lin Wan hold his hand but showed no reaction.

His gaze, unfocused, stared in the direction An Yi had gone, the words "Do you know... or don't you?" echoed in his mind.

An Yi's eyes, calm to the point of being cold, were seared into his mind like a brand.

This person... was completely different from what he had imagined.

There was none of the twisted resentment and hostility from jealousy that he had expected, nor the timidity and fawning that should come from someone newly entering a wealthy household.

Even when he spoke so bluntly about the grievances he had suffered, he carried a detached calm, as if he were standing up for some unrelated person.

He was like a solitary peak that stood apart from the world, untouched by wind and snow, experiencing warmth and cold on his own, watching the joys and sorrows down below while remaining unstained.

Song Xinghai had never seen anyone like this.

Standing before An Yi, feeling his penetrating calm and quiet strength, all his earlier subtle comparisons, private rivalries, and even his guilt and grievance at this moment seemed so laughable and petty.

An unprecedented sense of inferiority swept over him like a tidal wave.

Comments section:

"..."

"I don't know what to say..."

"I like An Yi!"

"I like him too!"

"Exactly! Why should he have to suffer? He should say it!"

"I really hate those who don't speak their mind..."

"Seriously, I'm starting to get annoyed with the main character..."

"+1"

"+10086"

"What's the author's purpose for this plot? Why not simply make An Yi more detestable, so I could side with the main shou without feeling guilty?"

"And why is An Yi such a captivating character? He's stealing all the spotlight from the main protagonist! He's a side character! Why does he make the main character look like a clown?"

"I can only say it's a good thing this is at the beginning of the novel, so we don't have deep feelings for the main character... If this plot and character appeared later in the novel, I'd really want to punch the author in the face!"

"@author, the hell—do you need some blush? (raising hand to slap)"

"..."

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An Yi returned to his room and closed the door, completely shutting out all the chaos downstairs.

He walked to the window, looking at the deep darkness outside, his face expressionless.

The farce downstairs, the Song parents' sadness and self-blame, Song Xinghai's complicated feelings—to him, it was like watching a fire from across the river. He could see the flickering light and shadows, but felt no heat.

He didn't hate them, and could even understand their logic, but this understanding did not equal acceptance or forgiveness.

He only felt sorry for the original host.

And he couldn't forgive on the original host's behalf either.

An Yi lowered his gaze, knowing exactly what he needed to do next.

Since he had to find something to do in every world, and the original host's tragedy largely came from losing all support and being at the mercy of others...

Then, he would get back what belonged to the original host.

For example, the Song family.

The Song Group, which in the later part of the original novel was taken over by the beloved Song Xinghai and became his greatest asset.

Not out of revenge, nor out of greed, simply because it should have been his.

But... An Yi brought a hand to his chest.

The heart inside beat steadily.

Alive and beating.

He'd never thought about this before. Except in the apocalypse world, the martial arts world, and the world before last—he arrived after the original host had died.

In other worlds, including this one, he arrived right away, even though the original host should have been alive and well.

Was his traveling into a novel taking over someone else's life?

An Yi frowned, yet a strong intuition told him that he was not taking over someone else's life.

So what exactly is going on?

Where did the original person go?

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It had been several days since the unpleasant meeting at the café.

After dropping that "bomb" in the Song family living room that night, An Yi had returned to his usual demeanor, as if he had never said those sharp words.

After that almost heart-wrenching conversation, Song Chengye and Lin Wan had become increasingly cautious and even subtly ingratiating when dealing with An Yi.

They tried hard to "keep the balance," but their deliberate and unnatural behavior only made the atmosphere more awkward and tense.

Song Xinghai, on the other hand, seemed to have recovered a bit from the shock of that night.

He would occasionally tentatively strike up a conversation with An Yi, and whenever An Yi responded, he would breathe a sigh of relief.

The summer vacation quietly ended, and An Yi went to school to complete the registration procedures for his fourth year of college.

As a graduating student, he had very few courses left, and his main focus was on finding an internship.

He already had a plan in mind. After some initial groundwork, he set his sights directly on the Song Group.

These days, Gu Xinou had been acting unusually persistent.

He sent text messages and made phone calls, occasionally extending various invitations, from music appreciation concerts to private art exhibitions, for all sorts of reasons.

An Yi completely ignored him, not even bothering with a perfunctory reply.