Chapter 253 The Twenty-Fourth Day of Entering a Restricted Novel

Chapter 253: The Twenty-Fourth Day of Being Trapped in a Restricted Novel

The next morning, An Yi was handling business affairs in the CEO's office.

He never thought he'd end up as the CEO's corporate slave three times already.

Hopefully there won't be a next time.

An Yi was officially setting a flag right then and there.

Sunlight poured through the massive glass wall, flooding the room with bright, clear light.

Chu Chen sat quietly on the sofa in the corner of the office with a laptop, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

When he got tired, he'd look up, let his gaze drift across the room to An Yi, linger for a few seconds, then lower his head again, fully recharged.

The collaboration between An Yi's company and Chu Chen's team was in its final stretch, and by the looks of it, things were heading toward a smooth finish.

At noon, An Yi skipped the business lunch and grabbed a simple meal with Chu Chen in the employee cafeteria.

Sure enough, it turned heads, but neither of them gave the stares a second thought.

Plenty of employees walked off with their trays, eyes bugging out.

Their big boss is GAY!

Their big boss is GAY!!!

One senior exec rolled his eyes at the gossiping crowd around him.

So what if he's gay? Why the hell are you all so worked up?! Does the big boss being gay mean he's gonna give you a raise?!

In the afternoon, An Yi signed a major contract and set up a dinner meeting for later that night.

Once the guy left, An Yi stood up, stretched slowly, and decided to take a walk outside. Chu Chen, of course, tagged along.

When they got down to the lobby, the sunlight was perfect.

They strolled for a bit, then wandered into the company supermarket.

It was one of the company perks—basically a full-size supermarket where An Group employees could buy stuff way cheaper than anywhere else.

Chu Chen pushed the cart while An Yi strolled beside him, arms crossed.

Just as they hit the quieter imported foods aisle, and An Yi picked up a box of chocolates Chu Chen had eyed twice, about to ask what he liked, a muffled sound—quick breathing mixed with the rustle of clothes—drifted from behind a tall shelf nearby.

An Yi's hand paused almost imperceptibly.

Oh no... not this again?

That familiar feeling—equal parts absurd and helpless—crept up on him.

He could already guess what was coming.

Deadpan, with that "let's see who it is this time" calm, he tilted his head slightly and peered through the gap in the shelves.

Sure enough.

In the corner behind the shelf, the scene was so "classic" it was almost laughable.

You Shou was rocking a baggy light-gray hoodie and tight jeans today, making his waist look even slimmer and his legs go on for days.

He was half-pinned against the shelf by a tall guy in plain work clothes. The guy had his back to An Yi, eagerly mouthing at You Shou's neck, one hand already shoved up under his hoodie, moving with serious intent.

You Shou's cheeks were flushed, his eyes glazed, letting out soft whimpers in a half-hearted protest.

An Yi: ...

An Yi's eyes lingered on the guy's back for half a second. Putting two and two together, he instantly matched the identity—this was probably You Shou's legal husband, the number one male lead, Rong Zhengqi.

So they were using their lunch break to sneak off to the supermarket for some "marital fun"?

An Yi was internally speechless.

Ah... isn't there... a surveillance camera right above them?

Because of the angle, as You Shou's gaze drifted, he happened to catch a glimpse through the shelf gap of that stunningly beautiful face—now completely cold and indifferent.

You Shou: "!!!"

He froze on the spot, all that haze and heat vanishing in an instant. His eyes flew wide in terror, and he let out a sharp gasp.

He shoved Rong Zhengqi off him hard.

Rong Zhengqi, mid-moment, got shoved off and looked annoyed and confused: "Babe, what's wrong?"

You Shou's face went deathly pale, his trembling finger pointing at An Yi, lips quivering, unable to get a single word out.

Shit! After An Yi's warning last time, he hadn't run into him again.

And now he got caught like this again—was he seriously about to get reported to the cops and arrested?!

Fuck! He was already traumatized. Next time, he'd just stay home and keep his nose clean.

Rong Zhengqi turned his head, confused, following his gaze—

When his eyes landed on An Yi, standing there quietly with a face as cold as snow, the blood drained from his face in an instant—even worse than You Shou's!

It was like he'd seen something truly horrifying. His pupils shrank to pinpricks, and his whole face twisted in sheer terror!

"An... President An?!!!" he yelped, his voice cracking.

The next second, before An Yi could even react, Rong Zhengqi did something nobody saw coming—he slapped both hands over his own face, as if that would somehow make him invisible to An Yi!

Then he let out a muffled, almost mournful sound, like a cat that just got its tail stomped, and took off at a full sprint, not even stopping to grab his fallen work cap, disappearing at the end of the aisle in seconds.

Fast and utterly pathetic—a total contrast to the husband who'd been all over his wife moments ago.

You Shou stared, dumbfounded, at his husband's retreating back, then glanced at An Yi, who stood there looking completely unbothered. His face cycled through a whole mess of emotions—pale, then red, then settling into pure embarrassment and frustration. He bit his lip, stomped his foot, grabbed Rong Zhengqi's dropped cap, and scurried off with his head down.

The entire process, from spotting them to clearing out, took no more than fifteen seconds.

Chu Chen put the stuff he'd grabbed into the cart, then pushed it over. He caught An Yi's blank expression and immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

An Yi shrugged. "...Nothing."

He stood in place, staring at the direction where the two had vanished, feeling a rare, complicated mix of emotions.

He raised a hand and gently pressed his temple.

So, this was... completing the set?

You Shou, and his whole harem—neighbor Cheng Yuhang, boss Wang Liangpeng, childhood friend Liang Wenguang, plus today's legal husband, Rong Zhengqi.

Not a single one missing—all accounted for.

Every single one of them, he'd caught in the act at various bizarre locations, doing all kinds of indescribable "things."

What are the odds? What kind of luck is this?

This world was truly bizarre.