Chapter 300 The Eighth Day of Entering an ABO World

Chapter 300: The Eighth Day of Transmigrating into the ABO World

An Yi's gaze went back to the small box.

An apology gift? Made by hand?

He reached out and picked up the box.

It was very light. He unwrapped it, revealing a simple white paper box inside.

The moment he opened it, An Yi saw a framed pressed-flower artwork inside.

It was abstract, but strangely, An Yi could tell what it was—the scene of him leaning against the car door that day.

He remembered it that clearly, huh.

An Yi was quiet for a few seconds, then finally couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.

He looked at An Xuan: "Go tell the abstract artist I got it."

An Xuan's eyes went wide, his mouth hanging open: "You're actually keeping it?"

Setting the frame on his desk, An Yi curled his lips into a smile: "Keeping it, of course. Why not? It's pretty cute. An old man like me likes fresh-faced college kids."

"Still just a kid."

An Xuan: ......

Wei Yang... cute?!

And since when is twenty-five old?!

The eldest brother, who still doesn't have a partner at his age, is the real old man, right?!

Comments section:

"Ahhhh a handmade gift! A handmade gift!"

"Playing to his interests! An Yi's seen every expensive thing imaginable, but this kind of thoughtful little trinket might actually hit the spot!"

"Hahahahahaha, a six-foot-plus, strapping young 'fresh-faced' guy—I'm dying."

"A kid? Aw!!"

"Hahahahahaha, why? Because he's a nice guy."

"Based on my research of three hundred CEO romance novels, when a CEO starts accepting cheap but heartfelt handmade gifts, that's when he starts to fall! Wei Yang, you've got this! (I see everything.jpg)"

"Ohh, older Alpha × younger Beta, AB perfection, I ship it!"

"? BA!!"

"AB!!"

"......"

An Yi casually set the frame at the corner of his desk, and An Xuan turned to stare at it for a few seconds.

He blinked. Judging by the looks of it... Wei Yang might actually have a real shot.

Even though he'd already finished his "messenger" job, he didn't leave. He scratched his head, looking hesitant. He rolled his eyes, then probed cautiously: "Second Brother... um, Wei Yang... he—he wanted your contact info last time, you know, WeChat and phone... so... what do you say..."

This time, An Yi didn't look up from the documents. He just picked up his coffee, took a sip, and said calmly: "Oh, sure, give it to him."

"Huh?" An Xuan froze, almost thinking he'd misheard. He's actually giving it to him?

Didn't he flat-out say "no" before?

His second brother's mind was harder to read than a needle in a haystack.

Could it be... he was actually going to have a brother-in-law taller than his second brother?!

"Hmm, is there a problem?" An Yi's eyes curved slightly. He set down his coffee and tapped his fingers lightly on the solid wood desk: "If there's nothing else, you can head back. For next week's report, I want a more detailed analysis."

"Oh... oh! Got it, Second Brother! I'm on it!" Though An Xuan was full of questions, he quickly responded at the mention of work, nearly fleeing the office, afraid another terrifying task would be piled on him if he lingered even a second longer.

An Yi watched his younger brother's hurried exit and smiled, shaking his head.

Of course he could give it. He'd learned from the last world that time flies—cherish the people around you, and live well.

The past... can't be chased.

Back in the dorm, An Xuan looked Wei Yang up and down, clicking his tongue.

Then, he sent An Yi's contact info to Wei Yang: "Here you go, you cute little thing."

Wei Yang: "What?!"

He looked down at the message An Xuan had sent: "Ahhh!!! It's his contact info!"

The other roommates: "What?!"

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A few days later, in the evening, the setting sun painted the sky orange-red.

An Qing rarely finished work early that day. The driver parked at the entrance of An Xuan's university.

An Qing had arranged to have dinner with An Xuan today, with a clear purpose—to check on his younger brother's studies, and more importantly, to check on his progress with the "company internship" that Second Brother An Yi had forced on him.

A few days ago, An Xuan had called him, tearfully complaining that Second Brother was a demonic coach, working him like a mule, and that the documents were nearly blinding him.

Hearing his younger brother's exaggerated complaints, An Qing's stern lips curved slightly, though he felt light inside.

It was good that Xiao Xuan could get exposure to core business. With Xiao Yi keeping an eye on him, he could relax.

He was happy to see it happen, even a little... gleeful?

After all, he and Xiao Yi had been put through the same thing by their father back in the day. Seeing his younger brother follow in their footsteps gave him a subtle sense of cosmic justice.

He had the driver wait by the curb while he walked into the campus alone.

An Qing was thirty-one—the golden age when a male Alpha, after years of refinement, exuded the most mature charm and commanding presence.

He stood nearly six-foot-three, wearing a perfectly tailored, expensive custom suit that hugged his solid, well-built frame.

His features were handsome, and years in a position of authority had carved a natural, imposing seriousness into his brow. His thin lips were habitually pressed together, making him look aloof.

With the bearing of a business elite and a top-tier Alpha, he strode among the vibrant, youthful college students like a lion entering a flock of sheep, immediately drawing countless curious and admiring looks.

An Qing took out his phone and called An Xuan.

"Big bro! You made it? I'll be right down!" An Xuan's voice came through the phone, full of energy.

Before two minutes had passed, An Qing saw An Xuan come trotting out of the dorm building nearby, waving his arms like crazy as he ran.

An Qing gave a slight nod, his dark eyes fixed on his younger brother. He was about to ask how things had been lately when his gaze was unintentionally pulled toward a figure walking from the direction of the library, just behind An Xuan.

It was a very young-looking boy, seemingly just barely an adult.

He wore a simple white knit sweater and light blue slim-fit jeans, clutching a stack of books that looked a bit heavy for him.

He was slim and small-boned, his neck fair and slender, his features delicate.

He kept his head slightly lowered, and the warm rays of the setting sun fell upon his soft chestnut hair, giving it a soft, golden glow.

An Omega.

An Qing knew almost the instant his eyes landed on him, from the boy's clean, soft, yet subtly tempting vibe.

And moreover, it was an Omega that made his heart skip a beat for no reason he could name, one he couldn't seem to look away from.

The boy seemed to feel the weight of that intense stare, and instinctively raised his head to look.

His eyes locked directly with An Qing's in that moment.

In that instant, panic and confusion flickered in the boy's eyes, and a shy blush spread visibly across his pale cheeks.

He quickly ducked his head, nearly burying his whole face in the books he was holding, and hugging them to his chest, he hurriedly scurried past An Qing.