Chapter 301: The Ninth Day in the ABO World

Chapter 301: The Ninth Day of Transmigrating into the ABO World

An Qing's gaze instinctively followed that slender figure fleeing in panic, watching him disappear around the corner of the tree-lined path like a startled rabbit. A faint, cloyingly sweet trace of Omega pheromone still hung in the air.

A milk-candy Omega. So sweet.

"Big brother? Big brother! What are you looking at?" An Xuan ran up to him, curiously following the direction of An Qing's gaze, but only saw an empty intersection and swaying tree shadows.

An Qing snapped out of it, looked away, and a faint smile played at the corner of his mouth.

He turned to the confused An Xuan, his tone back to normal: "Nothing. Just saw a kid."

He tossed out a flimsy excuse and smoothly changed the subject: "Let's go. What do you want to eat?"

"A kid?" An Xuan craned his neck, looking skeptical. "You saw a kid too?!"

An Qing stopped mid-step: "What do you mean?"

An Xuan's expression was hard to read: "Nothing. It's just that a kid is still out to get me."

Comments section:

"Oh... ohhh! Xiaoyu got caught by his man!"

"The old flame's finally burning! So An Yi and An Qing really are brothers!"

"'You saw a kid too' is killing me! An Xuan: In the end, I'm the one who suffers."

"Stop staring at Xiaoyu! An Qing, you're a 31-year-old Alpha—have some restraint! Creep!"

"Our Xiaoyu's pheromone smells like milk candy! Ahhh, a sweet-type Omega! Perfect match for cold, stern CEO An Qing!"

"Older CEO vs. innocent sweet Omega—locked! I swallowed the key!"

"..."

An Yi closed his laptop and smiled. So this was where the two leads met?

What was just a few chapters in the novel had already been over two months here.

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Ever since Wei Yang had barged into An Yi's WeChat world, An Yi had started getting message notifications from one specific contact on a regular basis.

The messages were all over the place—random bits and pieces of everything—but the one constant was the daily confession.

If An Yi hadn't explicitly told Wei Yang not to come to his company and suck up to him, this would've been no different from breaking and entering.

As for the messages, the daily check-ins were a given:

[Mr. An, good morning! The weather's amazing today! (sunny smiley.jpg)]

[Mr. An, did you have lunch? Our cafeteria's got sweet and sour ribs today~ (drooling.jpg)]

[Mr. An, good evening, I like you~ (smile.jpg)]

On top of that, Wei Yang had a serious urge to share—down to every last detail, like he was wrapping up his whole day and shipping it off to An Yi.

[Mr. An, the teacher told a hilarious joke in class today. I wrote it down so I could tell you...]

[Mr. An! Report! I found a super chunky orange cat by the dorm, lying by the flowerbed sunbathing. Its belly was round and full, like it was hiding a watermelon! It wouldn't even let me pet it—so stuck-up! (orange cat flopped.jpg)]

[Mr. An, we had our department basketball game today, and our class won! I got MVP! I just scraped my knee grabbing a rebound at the end—it stings a bit... (pouting.jpg)]

[Mr. An, look at the clouds in the sky today... (clouds.jpg)]

An Yi tapped on his phone and simply replied: [Noted.]

Sometimes, watching the messages pop up on his phone, An Yi would get this absurd feeling that he'd become some kid's digital diary or confession booth.

Not that he was annoyed, exactly.

Actually, he kind of liked these little slices of life, that vibrant energy that practically burst off the screen.

Comments section:

"Wei Yang: Good morning, good afternoon, good evening—meals, classes, cat petting, full report! (crying with laughter)"

"This isn't a courtship, this is raising a digital pet!"

"An Yi: Noted. Wei Yang: Ahhh he replied! He's got me in his heart!"

"When you like someone, you want to share everything with them."

"Reporting a scraped knee? That's just being needy, right? So it really is AB!! (pointing.jpg)"

"I've said it once, I'll say it again—no short tops!! No short tops!!"

"BA!!! (screaming.jpg)"

"Where's he short? Is 187 cm short?!"

"Still shorter than Wei Yang!!! As long as Wei Yang isn't impotent, it's gotta be BA!!!"

"...Wait! Damn! The author didn't give him that name for a reason, did they?"

"..."

An Yi: "..."

Pfft~

Assistant: ???

What's so funny?

Was his report really that hilarious?!

Damn capitalist!

Unless he got a raise, he'd never forgive him!!

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That afternoon, because An Xuan was throwing a fit demanding An Yi treat him to a meal, An Yi drove out to the university town himself.

He didn't go into the dorms—just parked in a temporary spot near An Xuan's building and texted him to come down.

While he waited, his gaze drifted out the car window, and he happened to spot a few young guys walking and chatting his way from under the trees not far off.

The tallest, most eye-catching figure among them was Wei Yang.

Two guys stood beside him, presumably his classmates.

The smile on Wei Yang's face disappeared, his expression seeming somewhat forced, and his eyes revealing a faint trace of barely perceptible irritation.

Beside him, a slightly overweight male student wearing glasses had his arm draped over the shoulder of another shorter guy, speaking in a low voice, but An Yi's hearing, far sharper than most people's, clearly captured every word.

"You turned in the assignment this time, and the teacher even said you'd go far in the future, Wei Yang. Don't go thinking about taking shortcuts."

"...So, Wei Yang, I'm not trying to lecture you, but you're always going on about chasing after that second young master of the An family—is that actually real or not?"

The slightly overweight guy said with a teasing tone: "That person is a top-tier Alpha, the CEO of An Group. Someone like you... you're way out of their league, right?"

He laughed heartily: "Don't tell me you've read too many novels and actually buy into some Cinderella story in real life, daydreaming on your own? I remember your family background is pretty average?"

"Sure, you're good-looking, but in the end, you're just a Beta, and you're too... a family like that definitely wouldn't like that kind of person."

The shorter guy also let out a sneer, his eyes carrying a mocking look of someone enjoying the drama: "Exactly, Wei Yang, wake up. Those 'CEO falls in love with me' plots are just meant to fool naive Omegas and silly Betas. You're a grown man, and you actually buy that? Don't end up being the laughingstock of our department, like a frog trying to swallow a swan..."