Chapter 231 The Second Day of Entering a Restricted Novel

Chapter 231: The Second Day of Transmigrating Into a Restricted Novel

Fortunately, the original owner hadn't yet said, “Madam, you wouldn’t want your husband to lose this job, would you?” That’s something for later, but it will happen within the next few days—when You Shou comes to deliver lunch to Rong Zhengqi, the original owner runs into him, and then a series of chaotic clatter follows.

An Yi suddenly closed his eyes again, his long eyelashes trembling violently.

He didn't dare open his eyes, hoping it was just his imagination.

He carefully went through the original owner’s memories, trying to find any evidence that this world was still normal.

Fortunately, from the original owner’s memories, the world itself was normal—its technological level, social structure, morality, and laws were all identical to the modern civilized society he knew.

The eerie, seemingly pheromone-charged aura was limited only to You Shou and the small circle of a few dominant men around him.

An Yi let out a long, deep sigh of relief, his tense nerves finally relaxing a little, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

Good! Thank goodness!

This was the most terrified and helpless he had ever felt in all his transmigrations!

Not even facing swords or mutated monsters had made his scalp crawl like this!

If this were a world where the entire system revolved around some indescribable activities, it would be suffocating.

Now that he knew the world’s foundation was normal, with only a specific area having gone wrong, he could simply stay far away!

If he couldn’t afford to provoke them, could he at least afford to avoid them?

An Yi sat up straight again, adjusted his slightly rumpled tie, and regained some color in his face.

He decided that from today onward, he would strictly avoid any chance of crossing paths with You Shou.

That employee, Rong Zhengqi? If he wanted to keep his job at the company, as long as he didn’t make any major mistakes, he could work peacefully until retirement—as long as he didn't show up in front of An Yi. Fortunately, Rong Zhengqi was a low-level employee, and unless something unexpected happened, he would never cross paths with An Yi anyway.

As for You Shou... hopefully, he would never appear in front of him again!

Let that restricted novel’s five dominant men harmoniously become four!

Without him, the plot would surely proceed smoothly. He had zero interest in any of that excitement!

Whoever wanted to participate could go ahead—he graciously declined!

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Then An Yi heard the comment section start up again.

Oh, so You Shou ran into Cheng Yuhang.

That explained it.

An Yi smiled wearily. He wasn’t interested—could he apply to mute it?

Just as An Yi was trying to tune out the explicit text in his head and the noisy comment section, two knocks came at his office door.

“Come in.” An Yi took a deep breath, quickly adjusting his expression as if he hadn't just gone through a mental tsunami that nearly made him fall apart.

Secretary Zhang pushed the door open, holding a tablet. She walked over to the desk and gave a slight bow. “President An, the meeting with Dr. Chu Chen from B University is scheduled in half an hour in the small conference room. The relevant materials are ready. Do you need to review them now?”

Chu Chen?

An Yi quickly searched the original owner’s memories.

Right, there was indeed an important meeting today.

An Group had a high-tech materials R&D department focused on cutting-edge technology, and was actively seeking deep cooperation with top academic institutions.

This Dr. Chu Chen was a rising star from B University's School of Materials Science and Engineering, a young talent who had recently gained fame. Though young—reportedly under twenty-six—he had achieved breakthrough research results in several key frontier fields, widely reported by authoritative journals. He was recognized as a rising star in academia.

The original owner had taken this collaboration very seriously, arranging a face-to-face meeting to finalize the basic framework.

“Give me the materials.” An Yi nodded calmly.

He took the tablet from his secretary, quickly swiping across the smooth screen, browsing Dr. Chu's detailed resume, summaries of his key publications, and the project's preliminary vision and market potential.

The materials confirmed that Dr. Chu was indeed brilliant, matching what the original owner had previously gathered.

Twenty-five minutes later, An Yi arrived punctually at the small conference room in the group building, reserved for receiving important partners.

He had just sat down and adjusted his watch when a soft knock came at the conference room door.

“Come in.” An Yi’s voice was clear.

The door opened and Secretary Zhang stepped aside, ushering someone in.

The newcomer was tall, apparently over 1.85 meters, a few centimeters taller than An Yi.

He had a slender build, like someone who spent long hours researching, but didn’t appear frail.

He wore... well, a casual suit that seemed decent quality but was clearly thrown on—maybe even unironed—with the jacket buttoned wrong. Underneath, he wore a simple white cotton T-shirt, matching casual pants, and white sneakers that seemed chosen for comfort over looks.

A real "science nerd" look, An Yi thought to himself.

Chu Chen's hair was slightly wavy and soft, lacking any careful styling. A few strands hung loosely over his forehead, partially hiding his smooth brow.

His face was the most striking—very young, indeed looking twenty-five or twenty-six, with the pale skin of someone who rarely saw the sun. His features were clean and delicate, and frameless glasses added to his scholarly look.

But his eyes... seemed a bit unfocused, not looking at anything in particular.

He hugged a heavy-looking laptop bag tightly, his fingers long with prominent knuckles and nails cut short.

This was Chu Chen?

“President An, this is Dr. Chu Chen from B University.” Secretary Zhang introduced with a professional smile, then turned to Chu Chen, who still seemed lost in thought: “Dr. Chu, this is our An Group’s President An Yi.”

Chu Chen blinked slowly. His unfocused eyes seemed to adjust focus, as if refocusing a lens.

His gaze first drifted vaguely over the smiling Secretary Zhang, then settled on An Yi.

There was a few seconds of silence.

An Yi raised an eyebrow slightly. He stood up calmly, walked over to Chu Chen, and extended his hand. "Dr. Chu, hello. I've heard a lot about you. I'm An Yi."

Chu Chen's gaze followed An Yi's motion, slowly dropping to the outstretched hand.

That hand was pale, slender, clean, with even knuckles and neatly trimmed nails. Under the indoor light, it seemed to have a soft glow—very beautiful.