Chapter 197 Day 29 of Transmigrating into a True and False Young Master Novel (End)

Chapter 197: The Twenty-Ninth Day in a Fake Rich Young Master Story (End)

Yan Hui's tongue pried open An Yi's unguarded lips, forging straight inside, greedily drinking in the blend of red wine's aroma and the uniquely cool scent belonging only to An Yi from within his mouth.

On this terrace shrouded in darkness, with only the stars as witnesses, every sensation was infinitely magnified.

The soft sounds of their lips and tongues intertwining were especially clear and stirring in the dead silence.

Their breaths gradually synced, growing more rapid and mingling together.

Yan Hui's scent tightly wrapped around An Yi, impenetrable.

An Yi tilted his head slightly, receiving the intense, deep kiss, his long lashes fluttering softly in the dark.

His arms had somehow naturally wound around Yan Hui's waist. Through the thin shirt, he felt Yan Hui's tense muscles and scorching body heat.

After a long while, when the air in his lungs was nearly spent, Yan Hui reluctantly pulled back.

He gasped heavily twice, his forehead still pressed firmly against An Yi's, their noses nuzzling intimately, their hot, hurried breaths mingling unreservedly.

"I love you." Yan Hui's voice was terribly hoarse, with the unique sexiness and magnetism of arousal blended with his usual roguish tone, creating a distinctive allure.

He gazed into An Yi's eyes—so close, looking especially deep in the darkness—and repeated, "Baby, I love you."

An Yi's eyes curved. "I know."

Yan Hui tightened his arms, pulling An Yi closer into his embrace, their bodies fitting perfectly together, each clearly feeling the other's racing heartbeat.

He lowered his head and gently pecked An Yi's lips.

An Yi let himself be held. He tilted his head slightly, looking up over Yan Hui's broad shoulders at the eternal, brilliant, mysterious starry sky.

The newly placed ring on his ring finger felt distinctly present—cool metal against his skin.

Comment section:

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~"

"Ahhhhhhh! They kissed, they kissed, they kissed! I'm twisting into a pretzel in bed! Yan Hui, you finally delivered!! No longer that good-for-nothing!"

"They're together~"

"Finally! Finally together!"

"Is Yan Hui calling An Yi his star?"

"I'm the civil affairs bureau—I came on my own! (Chuckles)"

"'Today I wear a shirt, tomorrow I won't~' Yan Hui, what are you planning? Trying to carve out some perks even now? You can't stand to take even one loss, can you?"

"(Kicking over the dog bowl as I pass by) So now only Gu Xinou's world has fallen apart? Dedicate 'Let You Go' to Gu Xinou..."

"Gu Xinou: Hard to swallow your own failure, but a brother's success is even sadder (snickering behind hand)"

"So after the ring and the kiss... what's next?! Is this the part I'm not supposed to see?! (Actually, I'm totally down to see it! @Author, write it boldly!) With this mood, it'd be a shame not to do it!"

"I need to see it!!"

"..."

An Yi: ...

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Lately, people at An Group noticed that their capable, composed President An had a simple ring on the ring finger of his left hand.

This sudden ring became the talk over coffee and lunch.

"See that? President An's hand! The ring finger!"

"Oh my god, who?! Which brave soul plucked our President An, that high and mighty flower?"

"Wasn't there a rumor that President Gu was pursuing President An? Could it be President Gu?"

"Doesn't seem like it... I feel President An has always been quite cold toward President Gu."

"Then it's President Yan, right..."

"Very possible!"

Speculations were rife, but the suspense didn't last long.

Soon, the "mysterious figure" showed up on his own and revealed the answer in an extremely high-profile way.

Yan Hui started showing up at the Song Group building a lot more often.

He showed up like clockwork right before An Yi's lunch break or quitting time.

He'd often carry a lunchbox, swagger across the first-floor lobby, ignore the hesitant looks from the front desk and security, and take the elevator straight up to An Yi's floor.

As if he was afraid someone might not know about his relationship with An Yi.

When he reached An Yi's office, An Yi's gaze moved from the documents in his hand to the lunchbox set before him, then lifted to meet Yan Hui's brilliant smile.

He smiled helplessly and put down the documents: "What is it today?"

Yan Hui opened the lunchbox: "All your favorites."

An Yi sat down on the sofa nearby, and Yan Hui squeezed in next to him: "Kiss me."

An Yi turned and kissed him on the cheek: "Stop swaggering around and showing off every day. Someone came to complain that you're disrupting their work!"

"I didn't!"

Yan Hui immediately shot him an electric wink, his grin widening as he lowered his voice to that syrupy, flirtatious, show-off tone: "I cook for you, hubby~ Right on time, right?"

An Yi: "..."

He reached out and pinched Yan Hui's earlobe: "You got that?!"

Yan Hui pouted and kissed him again: "I got it, I got it."

After eating, Yan Hui packed up the lunchbox and pulled the now-lazy An Yi into his arms. He pressed close to An Yi's ear, his breath hot: "Baby, I bought some new clothes. Want to try them on for me tonight?"

An Yi didn't even lift his eyelids, just snorted lightly, his tone flat: "I'm not wearing it."

Yan Hui clicked his tongue, smoothly switching his approach with a mischievous glint in his eyes: "Then I'll wear them for you. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

An Yi finally raised his eyes, looked him up and down, then sighed sadly, his tone tinged with real resignation: "No, that'd be an eyesore."

Yan Hui: "..."

The smile on his face froze as he looked at An Yi, grinding his teeth in frustration—both annoyed and amused.

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It didn't take long for Song Chengye and Lin Wan to learn about the relationship between An Yi and Yan Hui.

Lin Wan's feelings were quite complicated.

On one hand, seeing that An Yi finally had someone by his side, that he seemed less cold and distant and was willing to accept an intimate relationship, brought her a certain indescribable comfort as a mother.

But on the other hand, a subtle sadness and loss lingered within her—the speed and depth of An Yi's acceptance of an outsider like Yan Hui far exceeded his acceptance of his own flesh and blood.

This contrast made her feel uneasy.

Song Chengye, however, took it more in stride.

After their candid talk and over a year of observation and reflection, he had come to understand deeply that the son he had regained after losing him had a strong will and firm character, beyond anyone's influence.

His choice of a partner was necessarily based on his own judgment and wishes.

As for Gu Xinou, on the night of An Yi's birthday, having witnessed An Yi get into Yan Hui's car and speed off without a backward glance, and receiving the final ultimatum "Don't come again," he fully understood that he was out of the picture, with no way back.

He fell into a long period of depression.

The once confident and spirited young president now had a lingering gloom on his face.

Later, he gradually faded out of An Yi's social circle, pouring all his energy into work.

Only at some unavoidable large business events or industry conferences did they happen to meet.

Once, Gu Xinou and Yan Hui came face to face in the corridor outside the restroom, with no one else around.

Gu Xinou looked at Yan Hui, and that familiar, provocative, triumphant smile was absolutely disgusting!

He took a deep breath to suppress his surging emotions and said in a low voice, stubborn and unwilling, "I haven't given up."

"As long as there's an opportunity, I'll keep pursuing Ayi."

Yan Hui, upon hearing this, let out a scornful laugh. He kept his hands in his trouser pockets, his posture lazy yet exuding an oppressive presence.

He looked Gu Xinou up and down, his eyes as sharp as knives.

"Gu Xinou." His voice dripping with sarcasm. "Stop with that self-pitying act. I'm the one standing by Baby now, and I always will be." He took a step forward, standing face to face with Gu Xinou. "You'll never, ever see that day come."