Chapter 185 Day 17 of Transmigrating into a True and False Young Master Novel

Chapter 185: Day 17 of Being Transmigrated into a Fake Heir Novel

Song Xinghai, sitting nearby, watched the subtle, unspoken vibe that no one else could break into between An Yi and Yan Hui, opened his mouth, but ultimately fell silent and lowered his head, feeling like a third wheel.

Once on the plane, An Yi and Yan Hui sat together, while Song Xinghai sat across the aisle.

After fastening his seatbelt, Song Xinghai glanced at the two sitting together—one resting his eyes, the other staring at him. He silently turned back and closed his eyes, trying to shut out the awkwardness.

An Yi really was resting, his long lashes casting soft shadows under his eyes.

Yan Hui, looking at his profile so close, instinctively held his breath. He quietly called the flight attendant, asked for a soft blanket, and carefully unfolded it, draping it over An Yi’s lap.

The moment he leaned in, his breath ghosting over An Yi’s neck, An Yi's eyes snapped open.

Those clear, calm eyes met Yan Hui's without warning, completely catching him off guard. His heart stuttered, and he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

An Yi looked at his scarred face, inches away, and said nothing.

His scalp tingling, Yan Hui cleared his throat, straightened up, and pointed at the blanket. “Afraid you’d be cold.”

An Yi still said nothing, just turned to face the window, reached up to turn on the reading light, tapped the screen in front of him, and randomly selected a movie to watch, signaling a refusal to engage.

Yan Hui wasn’t discouraged. He immediately leaned in as well, joining him to watch the art-house film he had no idea about. He gazed at An Yi’s focused profile, breathing in his faint, pleasant scent, and slowly, imperceptibly, inched closer.

When their arms were nearly touching, Yan Hui whispered, almost pleading, “An Yi... hey, can you unblock me?”

An Yi’s eyes stayed on the screen. “Why should I?”

Yan Hui: “So we can talk.”

An Yi finally glanced at him, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips. “So you can keep sending me photos like that?”

Yan Hui was caught off guard, but shameless as ever. He immediately said seriously, “Those kinds of photos can wait until we’re together.”

He said it like it was already a done deal.

An Yi was at a total loss for words.

This time, he couldn't help but laugh. He turned to face Yan Hui. “Why would I ever be with you?”

Yan Hui grinned back, his smile open and fervent, his eyes meeting An Yi’s directly. “Because I like you, that's why.”

He didn’t hold back. “It was love at first sight.”

He was almost too honest. “That day at the café, I went in on purpose to see you. I’m chasing you. I know you have a fiancé, Gu Xinou...”

His eyes darkened. “But I don't care about that.”

An Yi realized Yan Hui had no idea he and Gu Xinou had already called off the engagement.

Looking at Yan Hui, he asked a key question: “Just because you like me, does that mean I have to like you back?”

Yan Hui immediately shook his head, dropping his playful demeanor and becoming unusually serious. “No. Who you like and who you end up with is your choice. I’ll just keep chasing you, keep annoying you.”

His gaze burned. “As for when you'll say yes, I'll wait.”

With that, he pulled out a small, deep blue velvet box.

He opened it to reveal a simple but exquisitely crafted ring. The band was smoothly polished, with tiny letters 'A.Y.' engraved on the inside. On the front, several small, pure blue sapphires were cleverly set in a miniature starry pattern, deep and dreamy.

“I had this made the night I first saw you.”

Yan Hui’s voice was low and earnest, with a tenderness that didn't match his rough, rugged look. “I drew it myself and learned from a jeweler how to make it. It took forever.”

He pointed to the star pattern on the ring. “Your eyes... sometimes it's like they hold a whole galaxy.”

He held the box out to An Yi.

An Yi looked at the ring, which clearly took a ton of effort, but didn't take it.

Seeing this, Yan Hui wasn’t disappointed. He just smiled, closed the box, and said firmly, “That's fine. I'll wait until you're ready to take it.”

An Yi looked at him. “I'm engaged, you know.”

He paused, as if testing Yan Hui’s reaction, and added, testing him, “What if I actually get married...?”

Yan Hui smirked, shamelessly saying, “Then I'll just hide under your bed.”

He paused, then added seriously, “Or in your closet.”

“I'm never giving up,” he finished.

He winked at An Yi, purposely letting his breath ghost over his neck. “Anyway, I'm a bad guy. I'll sneak into your bed.”

An Yi was at a total loss for words.

Looking at the still-bruised face of Yan Hui, he suddenly reached out and pressed a finger into the worst of the bruise on Yan Hui's cheekbone.

“Hiss—!”

Caught off guard, Yan Hui gasped in pain, but then he grinned, his eyes sparkling as he looked at An Yi, complaining with a mix of grievance and sweetness, “So mean~”

An Yi pulled his hand back with a straight face. “You flatter me.”

Comments:

“Hehehehehe~”

“Whoa! A confession!”

“Ahhhh! Just let them get together already! I want to see them date!”

“Spill the details about how he's gonna sneak into bed? Am I an outsider or what? Why not spell it all out?! Give me the specifics!”

“@Author, it's not like I actually want to read it. I don't care at all, for real. Just messing with you. You're so fake.”

“When will they get together? I see the author changed the protagonist but still hasn't decided who's the main love interest?”

“It should be Yan Hui.”

“Why can’t we have both?!”

An Yi: I'll gladly take them all!

Damn! Here comes the old monk!

Has everyone forgotten Song Xinghai?

Song Xinghai: I should be under the car, not in it~~

Hey! Song Xinghai, what are you doing here? Dumbass! This is my turf! Guess who didn't get an invite? (cringe dancing)

Based on the context, the one on this plane who wasn't invited should be Yan Hui. (rubbing chin) (pondering) (conclusion)

What's the point of using context? (confused)

It connects the dots between what came before and after! (Einstein.jpg)

I seriously beg you guys, what the hell are you all rambling about? I can't follow any of this!

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