Chapter 352: The Thirty-first Day in the Entertainment World

Chapter 352: Day Thirty-One in the Entertainment World

Yu Ziyun brushed the thought aside and stopped dwelling on it.

His mind was now completely occupied by that kiss and those two words—"I'm serious."

He had something more important to do—something that required him to get to his newly-confirmed boyfriend's side immediately, by any means necessary.

Unlike the ending in the original novel, in this season of *Love Relativity*, Ruan Bingxuan didn't end up with any male guest.

On the final confession night of the show, she chose to leave alone and gave a speech thanking the show for helping her grow and be seen, stating that she would focus on her acting career going forward.

She looked great—her eyes bright and determined, with little sign of disappointment, instead radiating ease and anticipation.

An Yi learned that Ruan Bingxuan, thanks to the huge popularity and audience appeal she'd gained on the show, had already received plenty of promising script offers and commercial deals.

Through her own efforts and the show's exposure, she'd successfully opened new doors in her career, having already picked a supporting role with real potential, and she'd be joining the production soon.

In the original novel, her entry into that production was made possible by the male lead, Cang Xingjin's recommendation and help.

But now, it seemed that the so-called "male lead's help" was more of a plot device.

Without him, Ruan Bingxuan could still rely on her own strength to walk the path she wanted to take.

Whether that "male lead" existed or not didn't seem to make any real difference to her.

An Yi and Ruan Bingxuan had struck up a pretty pleasant friendship during the show.

After the show ended, Ruan Bingxuan sent An Yi a message, sharing her excitement about landing the role and sending her best wishes to An Yi.

An Yi looked at the lively message she'd sent on his phone, as if he could see the sparkle in her eyes through the screen.

He let out a soft chuckle, tapped the screen, and replied with a short blessing: "Congrats. Looking forward to your work."

Deng Yingrui, who was driving, caught a glimpse of An Yi's faint smile in the rearview mirror. For some reason, a chill ran down his spine, and he couldn't help but shiver.

This devil... can actually smile like that? But why does it feel even scarier!

An Yi didn't even look up, his eyes still on his phone, his voice flat and calm: "Keep your eyes on the road."

Deng Yingrui: "!!!"

He was so startled he almost lost control of the steering wheel. He quickly gripped the wheel tightly, staring straight ahead, not daring to look again, screaming inside: This devil! He even knows when I shiver! Terrifying!

Following An Yi's earlier instructions, Deng Yingrui drove straight back to An Yi's place.

Before getting out of the car, An Yi told the still-trembling Deng Yingrui: "I've written a few songs. I'll send you the sheet music and demos soon. Have the company get the production and distribution process ready."

His tone was casual, but Deng Yingrui could hear the unmistakable command underneath.

He didn't dare hesitate or delay, nodding frantically like a pecking chicken: "Yes, yes, yes! Don't worry! I'll get on it right away! I'll prepare everything at the highest level for you!"

With that, he practically fled in the car, as if staying one more second would crush him under An Yi's invisible pressure.

An Yi returned to his residence. He had indeed already written several pieces, blending musical elements from his previous world with this world's popular trends—unique in style and full of spirit.

This time, the songs were mainly inspired by the apocalyptic world.

He set his luggage down at the entrance, slipped into comfortable house slippers, and walked into the living room.

The place had already been cleaned.

Warm afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, casting bright patches on the floor.

He took the few pages of sheet music and lyrics from the folder he was carrying, walked barefoot to the wide, soft sofa, and curled up on it.

He wore a simple white T-shirt and gray lounge pants, the soft fabric clinging to his slim frame.

He leaned back against the sofa cushion, one leg bent, the other stretched out lazily.

The sunlight fell on him, tinging his soft black hair with a faint golden hue, his long lashes casting fan-shaped shadows under his eyes.

He lowered his gaze, focusing intently on the sheet music in his hands, his slender, fair fingers unconsciously tapping a rhythm on the edge of the paper, his expression serene.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Ding-dong—"

An Yi's gaze shifted from the sheet music to the door.

He didn't even need to sense it—just from the rhythm of the bell and the familiar presence outside, tinged with urgency and restraint, he knew who it was.

Yu Ziyun.

He came this fast?

A barely noticeable smile tugged at the corner of An Yi's lips. He picked up his phone from beside him, unlocked it, opened Yu Ziyun's chat, and tapped to send the electronic door lock password.

The message sent, and a soft "beep" came from the door—the sound of the password being verified.

A moment later, the door swung open from outside, and a tall figure slipped in naturally, bringing a trace of the outdoors with him, then closed the door behind him with a fluid motion, as if he were coming home.

Yu Ziyun stood at the entrance, his gaze locking onto the curled-up figure bathed in sunlight on the living room sofa.

He paused for a moment.

The scene before him was so beautiful it felt unreal.

An Yi was nestled quietly in the sofa, sunlight gilding him with a soft, fuzzy golden edge, making him look gentle and warm.

He held a few sheets of paper in his hands, his head tilted slightly, black hair falling messily across his forehead, his expression focused, as if completely lost in his own world.

The moment Yu Ziyun's heart took in this sight, it swelled with a mix of contentment, longing, and tenderness.

He softened his footsteps and walked over.

He went straight to the sofa where An Yi was curled up and sat down naturally at the spot beside An Yi's waist.

The sofa dipped slightly under his weight, and the distance between them instantly closed—close enough to catch An Yi's faint, clean, fresh scent, along with the warm smell of sun-dried fabric.

An Yi... smells so good.

After sitting down, Yu Ziyun didn't speak right away.

He turned his head, quietly gazing at An Yi's profile so close, watching his gently trembling lashes, the line of his lips pressed together in concentration.

Sunlight danced across his delicate features, every contour so beautiful it was breathtaking.

After a long moment, Yu Ziyun finally spoke, his voice low and tender: "An Yi..."

He paused, and the term of endearment that had circled in his mind countless times, filled with infinite intimacy and possessiveness, was finally spoken with reverence: "...baby."

Then, he reached out and wrapped his arm around An Yi's supple waist, resting his face against the sofa back beside An Yi, as if seeking comfort, his every breath filled with An Yi's scent.

An Yi's fingers, tapping the edge of the sheet music, paused for a moment.

His gaze shifted from the dense notes to the crown of Yu Ziyun's head as he leaned over.

Yu Ziyun's hair was cut neatly and cleanly, with good texture, shining with a healthy luster under the sunlight.

An Yi looked at that fluffy top of the head and let out a vague, slow response from his nose: "Mm."

That "mm" was soft and weightless.