Chapter 184 Day 16 of Transmigrating into a True and False Young Master Novel

Chapter 184: Day Sixteen of Transmigrating into a Story of Real and Fake Young Masters

When An Yi and Song Xinghai returned to the Song family villa, it was almost noon.

Sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, making the living room bright and warm.

As An Yi walked in, he saw that Lin Wan was not alone in the living room.

On the sofa, besides Lin Wan, who was holding a teacup with a gentle smile, there were two guests.

One was a middle-aged woman with a graceful demeanor and well-maintained appearance, whose features bore a slight resemblance to someone An Yi knew, and she was looking at him curiously.

The other was Yan Hui, who was lounging back on the sofa. Even with bruises still visible on his cheekbones and the corner of his mouth, his wild and untamed aura was unmistakable.

Seeing An Yi and Song Xinghai enter together, Lin Wan's face immediately lit up with a surprised and touched smile. She quickly put down her teacup and stood up: "Xiao Yi, Xinghai, you came back together?"

She seemed to have misunderstood, thinking the complicated pair of "brothers" had finally reconciled and grown closer, her tone tinged with relief.

The moment Yan Hui saw An Yi, his lazy posture instantly changed. He stood up, his gaze locked firmly on An Yi, a grin spreading across his face, ignoring the pain from his bruises: "An Yi! We meet again!"

He winked at An Yi.

An Yi: ...

He smiled back at him in greeting.

Song Xinghai, standing nearby, saw Yan Hui's warm and familiar attitude toward An Yi and felt a slight surprise, wondering when they had become so close.

But since he wasn't very familiar with Yan Hui himself—they barely exchanged a few words in a year—he quickly dismissed the thought. After all, it was none of his business.

The middle-aged woman, Yan Hui's mother Ke Mu, also stood up.

When her gaze landed on An Yi, her eyes noticeably lit up.

The young man before her was tall and straight, his simple clothes unable to hide his refined temperament. His skin was fair, his features as delicate as an exquisitely carved work of art, and especially his eyes, calm like an autumn lake, yet seemingly able to see right through a person.

He simply stood there, naturally drawing everyone's attention, yet he himself seemed unaware of his own magnetism.

Ke Mu nodded inwardly: Her son Yan Hui certainly had sharp instincts.

But... he was a bit shameless.

She knew exactly what "good deed" her son had done to earn those bruises on his face.

She put on a warm smile, stepped forward, and naturally took An Yi's arm, speaking with an air of intimacy: "So this is Xiao Yi? I'm Yan Hui's mother, Ke Mu. I've heard that rascal of mine talk about you all the time, and now I finally meet you. You really are a wonderful kid."

An Yi paused almost imperceptibly at Ke Mu's overly enthusiastic attitude, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he maintained a polite smile and nodded slightly: "Hello, Aunt Ke. I'm An Yi."

Ke Mu pulled An Yi to sit down beside her.

Seeing this, Yan Hui promptly and naturally occupied the seat on An Yi's other side.

Song Xinghai watched the rapid "encirclement" and hesitated for a moment before finally choosing to sit silently beside Lin Wan.

They chatted for a bit, mostly about trivial matters between Lin Wan and Ke Mu, while Yan Hui's gaze was practically glued to An Yi's profile, unabashed.

Ke Mu seemed very interested in An Yi and asked a few probing questions, which An Yi answered briefly.

After about fifteen minutes, An Yi stood up gracefully, his gaze falling on Song Xinghai across from him.

Song Xinghai, receiving his look, immediately stood up as well, his movement betraying a hint of tension.

"Mom, Aunt Ke," An Yi said in a gentle tone of apology, "We still have some matters to attend to, so we need to leave now. Please excuse us for not hosting you properly. Next time, we'll make it up to you, Aunt Ke."

Lin Wan quickly nodded: "Oh, oh, okay. If you have things to do, go ahead."

She was curious about what it was but didn't want to ask in front of guests.

Ke Mu also waved her hand with a smile: "No problem. Young people are busy. Go take care of your important matters."

Song Xinghai looked at Lin Wan, his expression conflicted, but under An Yi's calm gaze, he spoke softly, his voice low: "Mom... An Yi said he wants to take me back... back to my hometown to pay respects... to my parents."

As soon as he said this, Lin Wan's smile froze for a moment, and a complex, hard-to-read emotion flickered in her eyes—even a hint of discomfort at crossing some hidden boundary.

But the lapse in composure lasted only a second. She quickly adjusted her expression and repeated: "Ah... yes, yes, you should. You should go back and have a look..."

An Yi gave Song Xinghai a meaningful glance.

Just then, Yan Hui also stood up. His tall frame was impossible to ignore as he looked at An Yi with burning eyes: "Pay respects? I can come along and help. Many hands make light work."

Hearing this, Song Xinghai looked visibly stunned: "...?"

His relationship with Yan Hui was definitely not close enough to accompany him on an ancestor worship trip.

Then, following Yan Hui's gaze, which was practically welded to An Yi, he suddenly understood—oh, it was because of An Yi.

He silently shut his mouth, his heart a mix of emotions.

Lin Wan, on the other hand, widened her eyes in shock, her gaze darting between An Yi and Yan Hui as if she had discovered some huge secret.

Ke Mu, however, remained calm, even with a hint of indulgence in her smile as she said to An Yi: "It's fine to bring Yan Hui along. He may not have much else, but he's strong. You can use him as free labor. Don't be polite."

An Yi: "..." He looked at Yan Hui, who had decided to join on his own, and Ke Mu, who seemed delighted by the idea, and found himself speechless.

Was he the only one who thought it was highly inappropriate for a near-stranger to insist on accompanying them to pay respects to someone else's ancestors?

After packing a quick bag, they arrived at the airport and checked in. While waiting in the lounge, Yan Hui received a phone call. Then a sharply dressed person who looked like an assistant hurried over and handed him a suitcase—obviously an emergency bag packed by his family.

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Watching this, An Yi couldn't help but speak, his tone laced with a sense of absurdity: "Are you really going?"

Yan Hui casually placed the suitcase at his feet and looked up at An Yi: "Of course."

He paused, his voice lowering a little: "I want to see where you grew up."

He wanted to know everything about An Yi, including the traces of his past.

Hearing this, An Yi gave a slight smile.

The smile was faint. He turned his head to look out the window at the planes taking off and landing.

Unfortunately, that wasn't where he grew up.