Chapter 193 Day 25 of Transmigrating into a True and False Young Master Novel

Chapter 193: The Twenty-Fifth Day of Transmigrating into a Fake Heir Story

Song Chengye frowned, setting aside his weeping wife for now, and said to Song Xinghai, "Xinghai, go back to your room first."

Song Xinghai glanced at his crying mother, then at his stern-faced father. Finally, he bit his lip, lowered his head, and walked upstairs with shaky steps.

Once Song Xinghai had left, Song Chengye turned to Lin Wan, who was still sniffling, with a harshness he'd never shown before: "Enough! Stop crying!"

Lin Wan was stunned by his shout, her sobs caught in her throat as she looked at him with tearful eyes—Song Chengye had never yelled at her before.

Song Chengye let out a deep, weary sigh, his face etched with exhaustion and helplessness. He took Lin Wan's hand, guided her to sit down, and then laid out his observations, reflections, and the guilt he felt toward An Yi from the past year, telling her in detail, breaking it all down piece by piece.

He started with their unconscious favoritism when An Yi first returned, moved to An Yi's sharp point about "keeping a balance," spoke of An Yi's outstanding performance in the company while they were still worrying about Xinghai's situation, touched on An Yi's cold refusal of the birthday banquet, and addressed how they had never truly stood in An Yi's shoes to understand the scrutiny and pressure he might face...

Lin Wan stood frozen in place, her face still streaked with tears, but her eyes shifted from initial grievance and anger to bewilderment and shock.

She opened her mouth to retort, but found that every word her husband said left her with no comeback.

She recalled the bits and pieces of the past year—all her self-righteous fairness and attempts at atonement seemed laughable and hypocritical under An Yi's calm gaze...

Seeing his wife in this dazed state, Song Chengye let out a bitter sigh and bent down. "Wanwan, we... we really were wrong."

In his room, An Yi heard voices from the comment section by his ear:

"...Hmph!"

"Realizing it only now? Didn't our An An make it clear a year ago?"

"He said it, but they didn't listen!"

"Like talking to a brick wall!"

"Don't slander the wall—walls have ears!"

"..."

An Yi: ?

What's that about? ... Anyway, doesn't matter.

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Half a month passed quietly, and it was the day before An Yi's birthday.

At dusk, the sky was half-lit, and city lights started to come on.

An Yi finished a day's work, tiredly rubbed his aching temples, and drove back to the Song Group villa.

After dinner, he went straight to his room.

After freshening up, he leaned against the headboard, picked up a half-read book, and let the soft reading light cast a warm glow around him.

Some time later, the private phone on his nightstand suddenly lit up with a crisp ping.

An Yi looked up from the page, glanced at the time on the screen, and realized it was already midnight.

He picked up the phone, unlocked it, and saw a message from Yan Hui, right on the dot.

"Yan Hui: Baby, tomorrow's a big day! [Fireworks.jpg][Celebration.jpg]"

"Yan Hui: Happy birthday! My birthday boy~"

Below the message was a cute bear emoji holding a cake.

Almost at the same moment Yan Hui's message popped up, the phone screen suddenly lit up with a buzzing vibration—the name "Gu Xinou" flashed on the screen.

Clearly, he too hadn't forgotten the date and was calling right on the dot to give his blessings.

An Yi looked at the persistently flashing name on the screen, his face expressionless, and he immediately hung up, then turned the phone screen-down on the nightstand with no intention of answering.

It was too late; he had no interest in listening to someone he had explicitly rejected multiple times give him wishes that meant nothing late at night.

Who calls people so late?

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On his birthday, everything was as usual.

An Yi declined the family dinner Lin Wan had arranged for him, spent the day handling affairs at the Song Group, and as it was nearing the end of the workday, he rubbed his brow and signed the last document.

When he took the elevator down and walked out of the group's headquarters through the revolving glass doors, his eyes immediately fell on a strikingly arrogant matte-black limited-edition sports car, parked with a domineering presence in the spot in front of the building, drawing sidelong glances and whispers from office workers leaving for the day.

But even more eye-catching than the car was the man leaning against it.

Yan Hui was wearing a deep blue silk shirt today, its fabric shimmering faintly, making his cool pale skin stand out even more.

His collar was casually unbuttoned at the top two buttons, revealing a hint of his well-defined chest and a hint of his collarbone, exuding a casual sensuality.

He wore perfectly tailored black trousers that hugged his long, powerful legs, and his entire presence radiated a lazy but lethal kind of charm.

A roguish smile tugged at his lips, and his gaze locked onto An Yi the moment he appeared.

"Birthday boy, over here!" Yan Hui called out with a grin as he strode over, naturally reaching out to take the thin light-gray suit jacket An Yi had casually draped over his arm.

An Yi raised his eyes to look at Yan Hui, offering no comment on his overly bright smile or his smooth actions, only asking, "What are you doing here?"

"Coming to celebrate our birthday boy's special day!" Yan Hui replied with shameless confidence, his smile dazzling.

He glanced at the assistant beside An Yi, who was clutching documents and looking somewhat at a loss, and raised an eyebrow.

An Yi caught on and turned to the assistant. "Nothing more for today. You can go home now."

The assistant quickly nodded and said respectfully, "Happy birthday, President An. I'll be going now," before quickly leaving the scene.

Just then, another low-key but equally expensive black sedan screeched to a halt nearby.

Gu Xinou pushed open the door and strode over quickly.

The moment he saw Yan Hui talking to An Yi, his face immediately darkened. He stepped forward and said, "Ayi! Happy birthday! I've booked—"

Before he could finish, Yan Hui let out a dismissive snort, cutting him off.

Gu Xinou's face hardened, his eyes shooting daggers at Yan Hui.

An Yi: "..." He watched this almost daily scene playing out before him, finding himself at a loss for words.

He didn't immediately respond to Gu Xinou. Instead, he turned to Yan Hui and asked calmly, "Have you been waiting long?"

Yan Hui immediately seized the opportunity, his smile widening as he looked at An Yi, his tone carrying a tender possessiveness. "How could waiting for you ever be long?"

As he spoke, he effortlessly opened the passenger door of his sports car, even carefully shielding the top edge with his hand to prevent An Yi from hitting his head. "I'd wait for you every day, every moment if I could."

An Yi, completely used to Yan Hui's constant stream of sweet talk, said nothing more.

He bent down slightly and slid into the passenger seat.

Then, through the lowered window, he looked at Gu Xinou, who stood frozen with a grim expression, his voice clear and flat, devoid of any emotion. "Go back."

He paused, then emphasized, "I'll say it again: don't come again."