Chapter 235 The Sixth Day of Entering a Restricted Novel

Chapter 235: The Sixth Day of Being Trapped in a Smut Novel

An Yi's tone turned cold, no buts: "I don't know you, and I don't know some Rong Zhengqi."

He paused, his calm gaze fixed on You Shou: "Please leave. None of my business."

Then, An Yi clearly saw the color drain from You Shou's face, turning it deathly pale.

It seemed You Shou hadn't expected An Yi to claim he didn't know Rong Zhengqi. He froze for a moment, then thought, well, a big shot like President An wouldn't casually know a low-level ordinary employee, right?

So his earlier declaration of being "willing to do anything" had been... throwing himself at a guy and getting rejected?

An Yi didn't spare him another glance. He simply walked around him and left with an unhurried stride.

You Shou stood frozen, watching An Yi's retreating figure. His face went pale then red.

He hadn't anticipated that An Yi would reject him so bluntly... This was the first time anyone had been indifferent to his hints...

Just then, Cheng Yuhang, who had been growing impatient, stormed up to him and grabbed You Shou's wrist with such force that You Shou cried out in pain.

Cheng Yuhang's face darkened as he growled under his breath, "Shoushou! What did you say to that man?! Who is he?!"

You Shou quickly hid his disappointment and embarrassment, replacing them with a pitiful expression. He gave a weak struggle and soothed in a soft tone, "Brother Yuhang, you're hurting me... It's nothing, just a misunderstanding. He's gone now!"

He leaned into Cheng Yuhang's arms, whining with tears in his voice, quickly diverting Cheng Yuhang's attention.

Comments:

"???"

"I thought there'd be another top? Why was he rejected?"

"Wait! Let me check! There's actually over a thousand words of plot, and no logical sex scene afterward! @Author, what are you trying to do?!"

"Right! Even though I usually look for plot in smut and smut in plot stories, this plot feels way too forced! And it adds nothing to the story!"

"Is this CEO supposed to have a change of heart later? Then why don't the other tops have any plot, just him? (Confused)"

"Yeah! Two lines of playing hard to get would have been enough. It should have started, but he just left?! Is he impotent or what?!"

"And... that was such a long description of his appearance, and he's a gorgeous top?!"

"..."

An Yi: ...

No, he's not.

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Inside the private room, the lights swayed and flickered, and the deafening music felt like it was pounding against your chest. The air was thick with the sweet, cloying smell of smoke, alcohol, perfume, and something indescribable, like something rotting.

An Yi sat expressionless in the corner of the sofa, his body sinking into the soft leather. His fingertips absently tapped against his knee, utterly out of place amidst the chaotic, wild atmosphere.

Today, he had originally come at the invitation of a "friend" of the original host, a man named Jiang Lin, to discuss a project collaboration.

At first, it had been normal. The room only had Jiang Lin and a few guys who looked like executives.

But midway through the conversation, the door kept opening, and a group of flashily dressed men and women with hollow, pretentious stares poured in. The atmosphere instantly turned charged and chaotic.

Jiang Lin seemed oblivious, even glancing at the door with a fawning look, until that person appeared.

He was the only son of some higher-up in the city, surnamed Wu. In their circles, he was notorious for sleeping around, not picky about gender, and had a terrible reputation.

The moment he entered, his gaze, like a slimy snake's tongue, wrapped around An Yi.

An Yi's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He had seen many people driven by desire, but few who projected such naked greed, even a hint of destructiveness, as blatantly as this Young Master Wu.

That gaze wasn't assessing a person; it was evaluating a toy he was about to get his hands on, calculating how to devour him whole, leaving not even the bones.

An Yi recognized this man from a few days earlier on the roadside. He had felt someone staring at him, and when he turned, he saw this man's car stopped in the middle of the road, staring right at him, while other drivers honked behind. Looked like he was just passing by.

Thinking of this, An Yi curved his lips in a small smile. So today, this whole party was set up for him.

He lowered his lashes to mask the emotion in his eyes.

Young Master Wu strode past everyone and grinned as he sat down next to An Yi, the strong scent of cologne mixed with alcohol washing over him.

"President An, I've heard so much about you. Finally meeting you in person today." He reached out a hand, intending to pat An Yi's shoulder.

An Yi simply sidestepped to avoid it.

Young Master Wu's hand landed on empty air, a flicker of displeasure crossing his face.

He helped himself to the bottle, poured a full glass of amber liquid, and handed it to An Yi: "Come on, President An, since it's our first meeting, let me toast you. Show a little respect?"

The glass refracted the hazy light, the liquid swaying inside.

An Yi's gaze lingered on the glass for a moment. He keenly noticed that as Young Master Wu handed it over, his pinky subtly brushed over the rim of the glass.

The movement was so fast it was almost imperceptible. Real smooth, huh?

An Yi gave a cold laugh.

Seeing that An Yi wouldn't take it, Young Master Wu casually set the glass down on the coffee table in front of them.

Jiang Lin, sensing the tension, leaned in and whispered something into An Yi's ear, even pointing toward the ceiling.

Young Master Wu smirked smugly: "CEO An, you blowing me off?"

With that, he shifted his entire body closer to An Yi, raising an arm as if to loop it around An Yi's neck and rest it on the back of the sofa behind him, caging him in.

An Yi sighed, then let out a low chuckle.

It was a soft laugh, but it made Wu freeze for a split second.

The next second, An Yi suddenly stood up. He snatched the glass of wine from the table and, with a flick of his wrist, flung it straight into Young Master Wu's face!

"Splash—!"

The icy liquid hit him full in the face, drenching his head and body.

The amber liquid dripped down his carefully styled hair, blurring his wide eyes in shock, and got into his eyes.

"Ahhh—!" A piercing scream cut through the music.

Young Master Wu clapped his hands over his eyes: "My eyes! My eyes!"

The previously boisterous room instantly fell into dead silence.

Everyone stared at the scene, their faces a mix of shock and disbelief.

Jiang Lin froze for a moment, then snapped out of it. His face drained of color as he scrambled over to him: "Brother Wu! Brother Wu, you alright?!"

He frantically supported the screaming Young Master Wu: "Quick! Go to the bathroom and rinse with water!"

Half-supporting, half-dragging the wailing Young Master Wu, he stumbled toward the private bathroom, leaving the room in stunned silence and total chaos.