Chapter 190 Day 22 of Transmigrating into a True and False Young Master Novel

Chapter 190 The Twenty-Second Day in the Fake Heir Novel

The midday sun was pretty scorching, the temperature of early summer already making its presence felt, heat waves rising from the asphalt.

An Yi left the two annoying men in the restaurant and walked alone onto the sidewalk.

He needed to go to the company that afternoon to handle some documents.

He'd only taken a few steps when quick, heavy footsteps came from behind.

"What's the hurry?" Yan Hui caught up in just a few easy strides, naturally falling into step beside him.

With each step, his toned forearm brushed against An Yi's.

The faint scent of his high-end cologne, mixed with subtle notes, drifted over with the warm summer breeze, stirring a restless heat.

An Yi didn't stop, his gaze fixed straight ahead: "Otherwise? Stay there and keep watching your performance that's no better than kids bickering?"

Yan Hui let out a low laugh, the sound seeming to roll from deep in his throat, oddly teasing: "I was totally schooling him, showing off from every angle—how is that bickering?"

He turned his head, his gaze burning as it fell on An Yi's elegant, finely chiseled profile. Under the sunlight, the other's skin appeared almost translucent white.

"Besides, isn't my sincerity way stronger than that Gu guy's?"

An Yi didn't respond to that, as if he hadn't heard, continuing to walk forward.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the roadside trees, casting mottled, dancing spots of light on him.

Seeing that An Yi didn't answer, Yan Hui didn't get discouraged. Instead, he leaned in, almost pressing against An Yi's ear, lowering his voice, his warm breath whether on purpose or not brushing against the sensitive skin of his ear: "I'm serious, An Yi."

His voice had a lazy yet determined tone: "How about giving me a shot?"

He paused, his tone more ambiguous, with obvious implications: "I promise I'll be much better at 'taking care' of people than that boring guy."

He emphasized the word "taking care," his tone rising, his gaze boldly sweeping over An Yi: "In every way..."

An Yi finally glanced sideways at him.

The strong light cast a small fan-shaped shadow under his thick, long lashes, making his already calm, unreadable eyes look even darker and harder to read.

He looked at Yan Hui: "So your so-called 'taking care' just means taking verbal advantage?"

Yan Hui's smile grew even more brilliant, showing a row of neat white teeth, with a shameless grin: "Verbal stuff is just an appetizer, to set the mood."

His gaze grew bolder, trailing over the fair, delicate collarbone visible under An Yi's slightly open shirt collar. His Adam's apple unconsciously bobbed, and his voice dropped, husky with temptation: "As for the real action... I'm ready anytime, just waiting for you to say the word."

This was almost blatant seduction.

An Yi raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly.

He suddenly stopped, turned, and faced Yan Hui directly: "Sounds like you've got some experience?"

This unexpected question made Yan Hui pause for a moment before he immediately stood straight and swore: "Absolutely not! I'm as innocent as a newborn lamb! You're my first love!!"

"Oh."

An Yi raised his hand, the tip of his index finger lightly touching Yan Hui's chest.

The summer clothes were thin. Because of the heat, Yan Hui had already taken off his suit jacket and draped it over his arm, leaving only a well-made white shirt.

The cool tip of An Yi's finger clearly seeped through the thin fabric to Yan Hui's skin. The touch was very light, but it carried a subtle electric current that instantly shot through his entire body, making his breath catch.

"Yan Hui." An Yi's voice came: "Is it this skin..."

His fingertip pressed slightly harder: "...or the 'me' you imagine that needs to be 'taken care of'?"

Yan Hui suddenly reached out and grabbed An Yi's wrist just as he was about to withdraw it.

Initially the grip was a bit forceful, as if in a rush to defend himself, but he quickly restrained himself, just loosely encircling that slender but not fragile wrist, his thumb unconsciously stroking the delicate skin there.

His expression became unusually serious, dropping his usual careless smirk, as if dark currents surged deep in his eyes.

"An Yi..."

Yan Hui's voice was solemn, with a devoutness that clashed with his wild look: "The first time I saw you, through the café window, you were sitting there quietly alone, your profile as beautiful as a painting, that aura! The only thought in my head was... damn, where did this person come from, why are they so perfectly my type."

He paused, self-mockingly tugging at the corner of his mouth, his gaze even taking on a hint of aggression: "Later, when I found out you were engaged to that Gu guy, a fire suddenly flared up inside me. So what if you're engaged? If I set my sights on something, I just take it, right?"

"But then." His tone gradually calmed, his gaze locked onto An Yi's eyes: "I watched you maneuver around the Song family, act decisively in the company, shine brilliantly giving a speech at the graduation ceremony... It became clearer and clearer to me: you don't need anyone's care. You're more clear-headed than anyone, more independent than anyone, stronger than anyone."

The force of his grip on An Yi's wrist tightened: "What I like is exactly this version of you—smart, calm, terrifyingly rational, as if you see through everything, yet damn attractive, impossible to look away from."

He chuckled softly, with a bit of roguish honesty, adding: "As for this body?"

He didn't hide his appreciation as he looked at An Yi's handsome face so close: "Of course I like it too, stunning, my heart races every time I see it, but that's just a bonus."

"What really hooked me, what makes me unable to let go, is you as a person—the soul beneath this beautiful shell, cold and proud, as if no one is worth your notice."

After saying all this in one breath, his eyes burned like two flames, almost scorching: "I want to get close to you, I want you to see me."

He shook the hand that still loosely held An Yi's wrist, his tone going back to that familiar, mischievous edge, with a hint of pleading: "So, give me a chance? Even a trial period is fine, money-back guarantee if you're not satisfied..."

An Yi listened quietly to this long "confession," then gently shook off Yan Hui's hand.

He smiled, a very faint, fleeting smile: "Are you done?"

Yan Hui maintained that roguishly handsome smile, licking his dry lips: "Mm, that's all for now. The rest... I'll slowly reveal once I 'get the job.'"

He didn't forget to keep flirting.