Chapter 196 Day 28 of Transmigrating into a True and False Young Master Novel

Chapter 196: Day Twenty-Eight in a Fake Young Master Novel

An Yi took the thin certificate, his fingertips gently tracing the smooth paper.

He bent down again, pressing his eye to the telescope, gazing for a long time at the tiny speck of light drifting alone in the field of view—now sharing his name.

Drifting alone in the depths of the universe... not knowing where it came from or where it was going.

Just like him, traveling between different worlds, just as lost.

A strange sense of resonance.

He felt his heart beat violently in his chest, with a burning warmth.

He couldn't help but smile.

The corners of his mouth lifted, revealing a hint of white teeth, his brows and eyes curving, the lines of his face becoming incredibly soft and vivid, as if a frozen lake had suddenly welcomed the warm spring sun, all the ice and snow melting in an instant, opening into the purest radiance.

That smile held the childlike wonder and joy of stargazing, shedding all pretense, leaving only the most genuine emotion.

Yan Hui stood by, watching An Yi's smile he had never seen before, stunned, his breath nearly stopping in that instant.

He had never seen An Yi smile like this—clean, bright, as if gathering all the starlight from the sky at that moment, breathtakingly beautiful, yet heartbreaking.

An Yi turned around, the brilliant smile still lingering on his face, illuminated by the starlight. His eyes shone with an unbelievable brightness, as if filled with crushed stars, as beautiful as a dream.

He looked at the stunned Yan Hui, his voice light. "Thank you."

"I really like this gift," he said.

Yan Hui watched the smile on his face and heard the undisguised liking in his words. His heart felt as if soaked in warm honey, both warm and swelling with emotion.

He smiled too: "I'm glad you like it."

Just then, all the lights in the villa behind them suddenly went out.

Not just inside the villa, but also the patio border lights went dark.

The surroundings plunged into almost complete darkness, with only the faint glow of city lights on the distant horizon, like stardust, and the vast, boundless, brilliant real starry sky above as the sole source of light.

The faint starlight outlined Yan Hui's tall, straight silhouette and the flame in his eyes—brighter and more tenacious than the stars.

He gazed deeply at An Yi, pulling out the deep blue velvet ring box from his pants pocket once again.

With a soft click, he opened the lid under An Yi's calm gaze.

The ring, simple in design yet exquisitely crafted, still shimmered in the faint starlight.

The small "A.Y" initials on the band and the few sapphires arranged like a constellation now seemed to connect with the Milky Way above and the solitary "An Yi Star" in the telescope.

"An Yi," Yan Hui called out in the silent darkness, low, clear, and earnest.

He leaned slightly, closing the space between them, their breaths almost mingling, his gaze locked onto An Yi's face, somewhat hazy in the darkness yet still breathtakingly beautiful: "Can you give me a chance to stand by your side?"

He raised the ring: "Let's try, okay? Give me a chance..."

An Yi listened quietly. His face was obscured in the interplay of darkness and starlight, hard to read, except for his eyes, like an autumn lake reflecting faint starlight.

He looked at the ring glimmering in Yan Hui's palm, and did not answer immediately.

Yan Hui stared into those calm eyes, his heart suspended a thousand feet in the air, swinging violently with each second of silence.

Just as An Yi was about to speak, he saw a glint pass through Yan Hui's eyes.

As if switching gears, Yan Hui's mouth curved into a mischievous, almost spoiled grin, his voice lowered to a husky, teasing whisper: "Hubby~"

The word was drawn out in a hundred twists, carrying an intimacy that sent a tingle down the scalp.

An Yi: ...

His eyelashes fluttered almost imperceptibly, biting back his words.

Yan Hui seemed to have flipped some strange switch, continuing in that teasing, sly tone, his eyes fixed on An Yi: "Look, I cook and keep house for hubby, hubby goes out to make money, and I just stay home looking pretty—what a perfect division of labor!"

He even went further, his gaze meaningfully sweeping over the silk shirt he wore, his tone dripping with innuendo: "I wear a shirt today, but tomorrow I won't."

As he spoke, he lifted An Yi's fingertip, blowing a warm, feather-light breath onto it, a blatant seduction: "What do you think, hubby~?"

This whole seductive act made An Yi's scalp tingle.

An Yi looked at his shameless, rascal-like behavior and was silent for two seconds.

Then, he let out an extremely soft laugh.

Just as Yan Hui's heart grew even more uneasy at this ambiguous laugh, An Yi raised his hand and extended it in front of Yan Hui.

His fingers were long and fair, highlighted by the starlight like the finest white mutton fat jade, relaxed, as if waiting.

Yan Hui stared at the hand stretched before him, completely stunned. His mind went blank for a moment.

He blinked, hardly daring to believe what he saw.

"Fool," An Yi breathed out softly, watching him stand frozen.

Yan Hui came back to his senses and reverently grasped An Yi's extended hand.

His fingertips were cool from excitement, and when they touched An Yi's warm skin, it sent a fine shiver through him.

Then, he took the starlight-glimmering ring from the box and reverently slid it onto An Yi's ring finger.

The cool ring met warm skin, the size perfect, as if it had always belonged there.

The moment the ring was on, Yan Hui barely dared to breathe. He lowered his head, eyes locked onto the ring shining on An Yi's slender finger. His heart in his chest beat wildly as if trying to break free, pounding so hard that his eardrums buzzed.

He lifted his head, wanting to see An Yi's expression.

In the darkness, An Yi's expression was hard to make out.

At that moment, Yan Hui felt An Yi's breath approaching.

A warm and soft touch, carrying the lingering scent of red wine from dinner, along with An Yi's own unique, clear yet burning warmth, landed without warning on his lips.

The kiss was so sudden, completely beyond Yan Hui's expectation.

His eyes flew wide, his pupils constricting in the darkness, and his mind went blank again.

An Yi's lips were even softer than he'd imagined, carrying the cool night air and the sweetness of red wine, pressing against his like a feather.

After a second's pause, Yan Hui's breath turned ragged. Almost instinctively, he clamped one hand to the back of An Yi's neck, his thumb rubbing over the delicate sensitive skin, not letting him pull away.

He lowered his head and deepened the kiss forcefully.