Chapter 198 Day 30 of Transmigrating into a True and False Young Master Novel (Extra 1)

Chapter 198: Day Thirty of Transmigrating into a True and Fake Young Master Story (Extra Story One)

An Yi and Yan Hui decided to move in together.

One weekend morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the room's curtains, casting long strips of light on the floor.

An Yi had just opened a book halfway when Yan Hui pushed open the door and came in.

He sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, stretched out his long arm, and scooped up An Yi along with the thin blanket, holding him close. He rested his chin on An Yi's hair, which smelled faintly of fresh shampoo, and nuzzled it.

"Baby, let's talk about something," Yan Hui said, his voice still lazy from just waking up.

"Go ahead," An Yi replied, letting himself be held, his eyes still fixed on the book cover he had just put down.

"Move in with me. Don't go back," Yan Hui tightened his arms. "Here—it's spacious, quiet, and not far from your company."

He paused, then added, "I'll cook for you every day, drive you to and from work, warm your bed... Full service guaranteed."

An Yi turned his head and looked up at him.

Yan Hui smiled at him, buried his face in An Yi's stomach, and nuzzled it twice. "How about it?"

An Yi stared at him for a few seconds, then hummed an "Mm," and picked up his book again. "Sure~"

Just like that.

Yan Hui lifted An Yi's shirt and planted several loud, smacking kisses on his stomach, grinning from ear to ear. "You're the best, hubby!! Love you, love you~"

An Yi tried to pull him up, but found his hair was too short to grab.

"Hubby, look at my new pajamas. How does it feel?" Yan Hui, wearing only silk pants, stripped off his shirt, baring his upper body, and sidled up to An Yi, who was still reading. He grabbed An Yi's hand and pressed it against his abs.

An Yi felt the firm, warm skin under his fingertips, but didn't lift his eyes, continuing to read. He simply replied, "Not bad."

Yan Hui clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, leaned close to his ear, and breathed hotly, "Just 'not bad'? Hubby, your standards are too high. I'll have to work out more..."

As he spoke, his hands started to wander.

An Yi closed the book, turned to look at him, and pinched his nose. "If you don't want to sleep on the couch tonight, behave."

Yan Hui froze, looked at An Yi's clear, calm eyes, and finally withdrew his hands grudgingly, lying down obediently. But his arm still stubbornly wrapped around An Yi's waist as he muttered softly, "...So fierce."

A faint, almost imperceptible smile curved An Yi's lips. He tossed the book aside and pounced on Yan Hui. "Who's fierce?"

Yan Hui's eyes lit up, flipped him over, and pulled the blanket over them both, his voice muffled. "I am!"

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Their cohabitation settled into a smooth routine for half a year.

One ordinary morning, Yan Hui drove An Yi to work.

But instead of heading straight to the company, the car turned toward the city center.

"Where are we going?" An Yi asked, looking at the unfamiliar scenery outside the window.

"Taking you somewhere to eat. A new place, should be good," Yan Hui said, one hand on the steering wheel, the other naturally covering An Yi's hand, his fingers gently stroking the ring on An Yi's ring finger.

An Yi slapped the back of his hand. "Keep your eyes on the road! Stay safe!"

The car finally stopped in front of a rather solemn-looking building.

It wasn't a restaurant... it was the Civil Affairs Bureau.

An Yi turned to look at Yan Hui.

Yan Hui had already gotten out, walked around to his side, and opened the door.

The golden morning light fell on him, casting a warm glow over his sharp features.

"Hubby!"

He leaned in, gave An Yi a couple of smacking kisses on the lips. "Marry me~"

Then, An Yi gently placed his hand into Yan Hui's palm, his voice as calm as ever. "Alright. Do you have your dowry ready?"

Yan Hui beamed. "Been ready for ages!"

He pulled An Yi by the hand, practically running into the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Photos, forms, oath.

Yan Hui was in a state of high excitement and nervousness the whole time. The pen almost tore the paper when he filled out the forms, and the photographer had to remind him several times: "Sir, relax a bit. You're smiling too much."

When the two little red books with the golden national emblem were finally in his hands, Yan Hui stared at the names and photos side by side for a long time. Only then did he carefully place them into the custom-made leather case he had prepared long ago, close to his chest.

He turned to face An Yi, took a deep breath, and then suddenly lifted him off the ground, spinning him around.

"An Yi! You're mine! Legally!" He hugged An Yi. "Wifey! Hubby! Yan Hui's An Yi!"

An Yi, a bit breathless from the tight embrace, patted his back, then cupped his face and kissed his forehead. "Put me down. What will people think?"

Yan Hui wouldn't let go. He spun him twice more.

Only reluctantly did he set him down, but his arms still tightly encircled An Yi's waist. He pressed their foreheads together, their noses touching, their breaths hot and intertwined.

Yan Hui gazed into his eyes. "I love you."

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Time flew by, and several years passed in the blink of an eye.

An Yi had fully taken control of the Song Group.

Compared to a few years ago, his breathtaking beauty hadn't faded in the slightest, and he exuded the composed grace of someone long accustomed to high authority.

Under his leadership, the Song Group not only solidified its existing industries but also expanded into new sectors, multiplying its market value several times over, becoming an unshakable giant in the industry.

He was the undisputed ruler of the Song Group, a true business legend.

Song Xinghai stood on the street, watching the news flash across the big screen, An Yi's face appearing on it.

The person who had once made him feel suffocated and inferior had now risen to a height he could never reach.

He lowered his head and smiled bitterly. He looked thinner than a few years ago.

Back then, after fully realizing he could never enter the Song Group or rely on the Song family's resources, Song Xinghai went through a difficult period of adjustment.

He started from the bottom in ordinary companies, enduring plenty of hardship, facing disdain and exclusion.

Now... he had managed to pull through on his own.

In the Song family, he rarely ran into An Yi, and when he did, they barely exchanged a few words.

Their relationship could never be mended. His parents no longer favored him either, though... he felt An Yi didn't care.