Chapter 237 The Eighth Day of Entering a Restricted Novel

Chapter 237: The Eighth Day of Entering the Restricted Novel

Behind You Shou, a man who looked to be in his thirties followed right behind.

The man was impeccably dressed, exuding an elite corporate aura.

His arm casually wrapped around You Shou’s slender waist, his posture intimate.

In An Yi’s ears, the comment section chimed in at just the right moment:

“Ooh! Bathroom play! So hot!”

“Director Wang sure knows how to ‘take care’ of our Shoushou, making him unable to walk straight! (Dog head)”

“Tsk tsk, the action was intense! Not a short time, huh!”

“(Licking screen) I love this ‘worn-out’ look of Shoushou!”

“@Author, keep it coming!”

“......”

Wang Liangpeng, the fourth male lead (gong), also You Shou’s direct superior.

An Yi instantly put a name to the face.

An Yi: ......

This insane world.

You Shou looked up and immediately saw An Yi standing not far away.

He was startled for a moment, then his eyes, still misty with moisture, suddenly lit up, as if he had spotted some delightful target.

He subconsciously struggled free of Wang Liangpeng’s arm, as if wanting to walk toward An Yi, even forcing a smile he thought was pitifully charming.

An Yi was left speechless. He didn’t even pause for half a second. Before You Shou could take a step, he averted his gaze, quickened his pace, and headed straight for the bar’s exit.

You Shou’s lifted foot froze mid-air, and the smile on his face froze.

Watching An Yi walk away without a second glance, an indescribable frustration welled up inside him.

This was already the second time!

Was he really not interested in him at all?

Wang Liangpeng took in You Shou’s reaction. He leaned down and whispered in You Shou’s ear in a suggestive tone: “What? Found a new prey? That guy just now... looks all proper on the surface.”

You Shou snapped back to reality and gave a suggestive look at Wang Liangpeng.

Then his eyes couldn’t help but drift back to where An Yi had disappeared, tinged with resentment.

Wang Liangpeng gave a snort. He pinched You Shou’s waist lightly but firmly, eliciting a coquettish cry from You Shou: “He doesn’t seem interested in you!”

You Shou snorted.

Though An Yi was already far away, the real-time “broadcast” from the comment section still came through clearly in his mind, vividly portraying the entire conversation between You Shou and Wang Liangpeng, along with the potential “plot” that might follow.

An Yi: “......”

He got into the car and told the driver, “Back.”

The driver nodded: “Yes, Mr. An.”

An Yi turned his head to look at the bar entrance. Although he truly didn’t care about the family backgrounds of Jiang Lin and Young Master Wu, it was undeniable that the An family was no match for them.

So... An Yi gave a quiet laugh, and the bar’s image faded from his sight.

He would strike first.

Dealing with the Jiang and Wu families would be troublesome.

So he’d just deal directly with Jiang Lin and Young Master Wu.

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The afternoon sun was just right, filtering through the huge glass dome into soft golden patches of light, scattering over the lush greenery.

Inside the ecological landscape hall, the air was moist and fresh, mingling with the scent of soil, leaves, and faint floral fragrances—a sharp contrast to the noisy, dusty city outside.

It was less an exhibition hall and more an elaborately constructed indoor plant maze.

Tall ferns stretched their feathery fronds, moss of various shapes spread delicate green carpets in damp corners, colorful orchids clung to simulated tree trunks, small trees were scattered about, and winding gravel paths guided visitors through different microclimates, alternating between humid rainforest and dry dune.

An Yi strolled slowly among them. Today, he had been invited to attend a ribbon-cutting ceremony. After the ceremony, he politely declined the host’s offer to accompany him further and came in for a walk alone.

He wore a light beige casual outfit today—soft fabric, tailored fit. His skin was already fair, and against the vibrant greenery, he looked even more luminous and fair. His demeanor was gentle and calm, like a living ink-wash painting, oddly harmonious with the surrounding lively scene.

A figure emerged from a dense clump of bromeliads not far away—it was Chu Chen.

Today, his slightly curly hair wasn’t as messy as when they first met. Though still fluffy and wavy, it had clearly been combed, looking exceptionally soft.

He still wore frameless glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes behind the lenses snapped into focus from a blank state the moment they spotted An Yi, locking onto him precisely.

He walked straight up and called out naturally: “An Yi.”

An Yi nodded in reply: “Dr. Chu, what are you doing here?”

Chu Chen’s gaze locked onto An Yi’s face, pausing for a few seconds. Then, in an extremely serious tone, he answered: “I saw on your company’s website that you were coming here today for the ribbon-cutting event.”

He paused, his eyes utterly frank and pure: “Then I missed you, so I came to see if I could run into you.”

An Yi: “......”

This explanation, too direct and strangely logical, left An Yi speechless.

Should he say “Thank you for missing me”? That didn’t seem right.

Should he ask “How can you casually check my schedule”? That also didn’t seem right.

In the end, he simply curled his lips slightly into a helplessly amused smile. He didn’t respond, but turned to continue walking along a path leading to the desert landscape area.

Seeing him move, Chu Chen immediately followed without hesitation, keeping pace with him.

The landscape hall was cleverly designed, using the terrain, vegetation, and artificial controls to simulate vastly different ecological environments.

Soon, they arrived at a small desert landscape area.

Here, the light was brighter, the air drier, and the sandy ground was dotted with various cacti, succulents, and drought-tolerant shrubs.

Chu Chen’s attention was instantly caught by the cacti.

He crouched down, leaned in closer, adjusted his glasses, and scanned one of the spiky spherical cacti with focused attention.

An Yi didn't hurry him. Instead, he leisurely crossed his arms and stood a few steps behind, quietly watching him for a few seconds.

Sunlight streamed through the glass ceiling, landing precisely on An Yi, dancing on his soft hair tips and giving him a soft, warm glow.

Finding it a bit dull, An Yi turned and headed toward a nearby path leading to the swamp wetland area.

As soon as he moved, Chu Chen, who had been crouching on the ground as if completely absorbed in the cactus world, sprang up as if he had eyes in the back of his head, turned without hesitation, and quickly fell into step beside An Yi.