Chapter 177 Day 9 of Transmigrating into a True and False Young Master Novel

Chapter 177: The Ninth Day of Transmigrating into a True and False Heir Novel

An Yi looked at him, who looked as if he were facing a formidable enemy and immediately promised, his face expressionless, merely curling the corner of his mouth the faintest bit.

The arc was so slight it was almost invisible, more like indifference than a smile.

"No need." His voice was calm, like a breeze brushing water: "Just stay away from me."

Having said that, he gave Yan Hui no chance to speak further, stepped around the motorcycle in his way and the man frozen in place, and continued walking forward with an unhurried stride.

His figure quickly melted into the thin stream of people on the street, without a trace of reluctance.

Yan Hui stood there, watching that slender back disappear without a hint of hesitation at the end of his sight, tasting defeat for the first time.

He raised his arm and sniffed the scent on his leather jacket and tank top.

There was indeed a faint trace of tobacco, mingled with the smell of leather and the rain-soaked air—actually not bad... but in front of that person, it had become something to be scorned.

He stood silently for a moment, his expression shifting uncertainly.

Finally, he reached into his leather jacket pocket, pulled out a nearly new metal cigarette case, and without a glance, tossed it, landing it perfectly in a trash can a few steps away with a sharp clatter.

Quitting smoking.

No big deal.

He swung back onto the black heavy motorcycle, put on his helmet, and the engine let out a deep, powerful roar.

This time was an accident.

Next time... it wouldn't be like that.

Next time, he would change his approach.

Comments:

"Hehe~"

"An Yi: You stink! Hehe~ What a stinky man! An Yi, come hug me, I smell nice! (shy)(shy)"

"You're dreaming~"

"Yan Hui: Riding a motorcycle and getting called stinky, why no tears? Turns out it's An Yi's sweet scolding, so satisfying lol! (blossoming.jpg)"

"You're a bit twisted!! (snatching the flowers.jpg)"

"Yan Hui, don't be too thrilled."

"Gu Xinou, why isn't he showing up yet? Just making plans with An Yi over the phone, never showing up, useless man!"

"Exactly! If he doesn't show up soon, Yan Hui is going to steal him away!"

"How is that stealing? Didn't they call off the engagement? (chin rub)(confused)"

"It's not called off yet! Gu Xinou didn't agree, and neither family knows!"

"So Yan Hui is still being the third wheel, right?"

"Yeah, but he hasn't even succeeded yet!"

"Useless man +1!"

"Have you guys forgotten? Gu Xinou is the main top, Song Xinghai is the main bottom..."

"... Damn. Forgot."

"..."

An Yi paused mid-step. He really had forgotten—the matter of breaking off the engagement hadn't been mentioned to the Song family.

Because it wasn't important, he hadn't given it a second thought.

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That afternoon, the sunlight was perfect, streaming through the huge windows of the library, casting bright and warm patches on the floor.

Tiny dust motes floated in the air, dancing leisurely in the light beams. All around, there was only the rustle of pages turning and the scratching of pen on paper—quiet and peaceful.

An Yi sat in his usual spot by the window.

Spread out before him were a few thick reference books and a slim laptop, the screen showing the framework of his graduation thesis.

He bent his head slightly, his thick, long lashes casting faint shadows under his eyelids. The sunlight playfully danced on the tips of his hair and his shoulders, bathing him in a soft golden halo.

His expression was focused, his fingertips occasionally tapping lightly on the keyboard, as serene and beautiful as a classical oil painting frozen in time.

A girl in a dress, with a delicate appearance, hovered nearby for a while before finally gathering her courage, blushing as she stepped forward, her voice barely a whisper: "Excuse me... can I... can I get your WeChat?"

An Yi lifted his head from the pages, his gaze calmly falling on the girl's flushed, nervous face. His eyes were gentle, showing no impatience. He gently shook his head, his voice clear and soft, with a warm smile: "Sorry, it's not convenient."

The blush on the girl's face quickly faded, replaced by embarrassment and disappointment. She stammered an "I'm sorry," turned quickly, and walked away, grateful that the library was quiet enough that no one seemed to have noticed her small embarrassment.

An Yi lowered his eyes again, dismissing this little episode as if it had never happened, and continued burying himself in his notes.

At that moment, a long, slender shadow fell across the pages before him, blocking part of the sunlight: "Why didn't you give it to her?"

An Yi didn't look up, not even adjusting his grip on the pen. He remained focused on the text and images in the book, his pen tip recording key points in his notebook, as if utterly oblivious to anything outside himself.

The newcomer didn't seem to be in a hurry either. He naturally sat down in the seat across from him, without a sound.

He leaned back relaxed in the chair, crossing his long legs casually under the table, his gaze calmly on An Yi.

Time passed quietly, with only the faint sounds of An Yi turning pages and tapping the keyboard. The angle of the sunlight shifted subtly, highlighting the sharp lines of his profile.

After about half an hour, An Yi finally typed the final period, saved the document, and snapped his laptop shut.

He neatened the stack of books beside him, then slowly looked up across the table.

As expected, it was Yan Hui.

Today, he was dressed surprisingly well. A high-quality dark gray shirt, the top two buttons undone casually, showing a hint of collarbone and the line of his chest. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing powerful, defined forearms. Paired with form-fitting black casual trousers, and a pair of soft leather shoes on his feet that looked comfortable and undoubtedly expensive.

His whole demeanor was more restrained than his usual wild, unrestrained demeanor, taking on a calmer, more subdued air.

But the sharpness and aggressiveness hidden in those deep eyes, and the faint, slightly mischievous smile at the corner of his mouth, still revealed his unique nature.

He had one hand casually in his pocket, his posture relaxed, and had been watching An Yi with such intense focus for a while.

"We meet again, An Yi."

Yan Hui's voice was very low, and in the quiet library it didn't feel out of place—instead, it had a gentle, private intimacy that seemed to exist only between the two of them.

His volume was perfect, making sure only An Yi in the corner could hear clearly.

An Yi looked at him, saying nothing, just calmly meeting his gaze, as if waiting for him to continue.

He didn't even ask how Yan Hui, who was not a student at this school, had entered the library with its strict key-card entry system.

For someone like Yan Hui, if there's a will, there's a way—especially when he wants to get somewhere.

Yan Hui didn't seem to expect a response. His gaze dropped to the thick book next to An Yi's hand, lingering there.

Then he looked up at An Yi again and said casually, "I'm quitting smoking."

At that, An Yi just glanced at him and said flatly, "And then?"

He didn't ask "Why quit smoking?"; it was obvious.

Yan Hui didn't look disappointed by the cold shoulder; he hadn't done it to earn An Yi's gratitude.

He looked at An Yi, his gaze earnest and intent, and explained, "I'm just letting you know."

He paused, his eyes tracing the line of An Yi's nose, and added, "From now on, you don't have to worry about smelling cigarette smoke on me."

An Yi gave a faint smile.