Chapter 236 The Seventh Day of Entering a Restricted Novel

Chapter 236: Day Seven of Transmigrating into a Restricted Novel

An Yi stood where he was, still wearing that faint, almost gentle smile.

He leisurely picked up his suit jacket, which he had taken off earlier, draped it over his arm, straightened his shirt cuffs—which were already free of any wrinkles—and turned to leave.

"An Yi!"

A figure blocked his path—it was Jiang Lin.

He had just come out of the restroom, his face still showing traces of shock, but now it was mostly anger at being offended. "What do you mean by this?!"

Jiang Lin pointed at An Yi, his voice sharp with agitation: "Mr. Wu just wanted to have a drink with you and make friends. Did you have to go this far?!"

Someone nearby secretly curled their lips—as if anyone was fooled—"Make friends," my ass.

They looked at An Yi and sighed... what an undeserved disaster!

An Yi stopped and calmly looked at this so-called "friend."

In the original body's memories, Jiang Lin's family background was similar to the An family's, and they even cooperated in some areas. They usually got along fairly well.

But now, An Yi knew that this person could be completely removed from his social circle.

Perhaps... not just his social circle.

"Get lost," An Yi said.

Jiang Lin's eyes widened, as if he had heard something unbelievable. "You... what did you say?"

He repeated in disbelief: "An Yi, you told me to get lost? Do you have any fucking idea who you're talking to?!"

He was genuinely taken aback.

In the dynamic between him, Mr. Wu, and An Yi, while the An Group was powerful, the Jiang family had deeper roots and broader connections.

Let alone Mr. Wu.

In their usual interactions, while no one was exactly fawning over anyone else, they all maintained a surface level of politeness.

He had never imagined that An Yi would dare to be so direct and ruthless in burning bridges.

He stared at An Yi.

The man before him stood tall and straight, his face strikingly handsome under the shifting lights, almost cold. His deep eyes held no emotion—neither anger nor fear—only a profound, unfathomable indifference.

This indifference, in turn, doused Jiang Lin's fury like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing half of it and leaving only an inexplicable sense of dread.

He forced himself to stay composed, trying to salvage the situation. He squeezed out an ugly smile and softened his tone: "An Yi, what are you doing? Mr. Wu was just joking with you, trying to liven things up. You overreacted a bit... We're all friends here. Why make things so unpleasant?"

"You?" An Yi let out a faint laugh. "Or him? Friends? Are you worthy?"

Without another word, he reached out and, seemingly casually, gave Jiang Lin a push on the shoulder.

Jiang Lin felt an irresistible force—his feet couldn't hold him at all. He yelped and crashed heavily onto the soft sofa, causing the glasses on the coffee table to rattle.

He lay on the sofa, dizzy and gasping for breath, unable to recover for a long moment.

An Yi didn't even glance at him. He continued walking toward the door.

"An Yi!" Jiang Lin struggled to prop himself up on the sofa, humiliated and furious, shouting recklessly: "You, stop right there! Have you forgotten that we're here to discuss the cooperation today?! Don't you (the An Group) want to participate in the project?! How dare you treat us like this? Believe me—if Mr. Wu says one word, your An Group will be out!"

An Yi paused in his steps. He really didn't believe that.

But the project's profit margin was indeed considerable—very considerable.

So this was the bait they used to force him into submission?

He slowly turned around, his gaze looking down at the disheveled Jiang Lin. "Cooperation?"

An Yi repeated the word lightly, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his lips. "Jiang Lin, are you misunderstanding something?"

His voice was clear and steady, reaching the ears of everyone in the private room who was straining to listen.

"I, An Yi, haven't fallen so low that I need to 'sell myself' like a company boss just to beg for a cooperation."

He emphasized the word "sell myself," hitting like a resounding slap in the face—aimed at Jiang Lin and at Mr. Wu, who had just emerged from the restroom with red, resentful eyes.

Mr. Wu had just rinsed his eyes. Though his vision was still blurry and stinging, it was no longer serious. Hearing those words, he trembled with rage, pointing at An Yi: "You... what the fuck did you say?!"

But An Yi didn't even look at him. His gaze remained fixed on Jiang Lin, his tone calm and deliberate: "By the way, a piece of advice for you both. Next time you want to ask for cooperation, use smarter methods. This low-class tactic of shoving yourselves like prostitutes into someone else's bed not only cheapens you, but also..."

He paused, his eyes sweeping over Mr. Wu—soaked in liquor, utterly pathetic—and added lightly: "It's extremely nauseating. If your company's top management is full of this kind of trash and this kind of brain, I'd say bankruptcy isn't far off."

"Sell ourselves? Us?!" Jiang Lin's face turned livid with rage, his chest heaving violently, almost choking.

Mr. Wu was even more furious. He shoved away the server who was supporting him and charged at An Yi, roaring: "An Yi! I'll fucking kill you! How dare you splash me! How dare you insult me! I'll destroy you today!"

He was completely out of control, flailing wildly.

An Yi's eyes turned cold. Just as Mr. Wu lunged at him, he sidestepped, lifted his leg, and kicked—one fluid motion.

*Thump!*

A dull sound.

Mr. Wu flew backward even faster than he had charged, his back slamming hard into the solid wall of the private room with a sickening thud. Then he slid down like a pile of mud, curling up, groaning in pain, unable even to scream.

The entire private room fell into dead silence again.

Only the background music continued to play its soothing melody, creating an absurd contrast with the scene before them.

An Yi slowly withdrew his leg. He elegantly brushed off the non-existent dust on his pant leg, put on his suit jacket, and buttoned it meticulously.

"Pfft..." From a corner, a young man who had been watching the whole show seemed unable to hold back any longer and let out a low laugh. Then, under the shocked gazes of others, he quickly covered his mouth, though his shoulders were still shaking slightly.

An Yi ignored the chaos behind him. He walked straight to the heavy soundproof door of the private room, pulled it open, and stepped out.

An Yi let out a soft sigh, a trace of barely perceptible weariness crossing his brow.

He was about to walk away when his gaze inadvertently swept forward, and his movements paused briefly.

Not far away, at a corner, a familiar figure staggered out.

It was You Shou.

His light-colored shirt was wrinkled, the top two buttons undone, revealing a small patch of pinkish skin. The hem was half tucked into his pants, half hanging out. His hair was messy, his cheeks flushed, his eyes dazed, his lips moist and slightly swollen. He looked as if he had just been pulled out of water, exuding an air of tender, fragile exhaustion after being thoroughly ravished.