Chapter 9: Into Long Aotian’s World, Day 9

Chapter 9 Day Nine of Transmigrating into Long Aotian

An Yi couldn't help himself: "Pfft—"

Li Xuan, who was seriously reporting on the "down-market strategy and penetration rate in third- and fourth-tier cities," abruptly stopped speaking and furrowed his brow in confusion.

An Yi casually waved his hand: "It's nothing. Go on."

Li Xuan: "Yes, Chairman An."

He thought to himself, 'Is this plan really that funny? It even made Chairman An laugh?'

He didn't find it amusing.

Was it because he wasn't humorous enough?

On the curb, Du Guyuan, whose romantic gaze was interrupted by honking, irritably signaled the driver to move the car blocking the way.

Then he looked at the innocent girl standing on the curb, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously curled into that trademark "charming" smile.

"Th... thank you for helping me out earlier!" Xia Youyou's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, with just the right amount of trembling. "They were so fierce just now! I was really scared!"

As she spoke, her eyes reddened on cue, with tears welling up, as if they were about to overflow at any moment, perfectly embodying the phrase "so pitiful it's endearing."

Du Guyuan saw her eyes turning red and felt even more displeased with the two drivers from earlier. He thought, "Hmph. Better not run into them again, or I'll make them pay!"

Looking at the girl whose tears were about to fall, he comforted her: "Miss, since you stood up for what's right and they couldn't appreciate kindness, don't cry over men who have no manners."

"There are still plenty of good men in this world, for instance..." He didn't finish the sentence, letting out a suggestive laugh instead.

Xia Youyou lowered her head, pretending to wipe the corner of her eyes with a tissue, perfectly concealing the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth and the eye roll to heaven.

When she looked up again, she was once again the picture of tearful beauty, pitiful and charming: "Mm... thank you for comforting me."

Du Guyuan took another step closer, near enough to smell the perfume on her: "May I know your name?"

Xia Youyou reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, blushing as she said, "My name is Xia Youyou. And... what about you?"

"Du Guyuan." He extended his hand to Xia Youyou, a crooked smile on his face: "Nice to meet you, my lovely lady."

Xia Youyou shyly placed her hand in his, but quickly withdrew it after just a brief touch, her face growing even redder.

Du Guyuan was extremely pleased with her "shy" reaction, his smile widening: "Miss Xia, could I get your contact info?"

Xia Youyou glanced at Du Guyuan's face, then lowered her head and gave a slight nod.

While Du Guyuan and Xia Youyou were hitting it off, things were equally lively on An Yi's side.

He was having a passionate affair with various documents, unable to tear himself away, lost in a sea of paperwork.

Around noon.

The phone on the desk suddenly rang.

An Yi picked it up, speaking succinctly: "What is it?"

Li Xuan's voice came through: "Chairman An, Mr. Huang has arrived."

An Yi paused for a moment before realizing he was referring to Huang Chan, and instructed: "Let him in."

With a 'click,' the office door swung open.

"Yi! My good brother! Feeling better? Buddy was so worried about you!"

The door was barely open a crack before Huang Chan's boisterous voice rang out, before he even appeared.

Huang Chan's brilliant golden head followed closely, squeezing through the door, the whole man like a vibrant cannonball, plopping heavily into the sofa opposite An Yi's desk. The sofa groaned under the strain.

"I'm telling you, Yi!" He sprawled out without any dignity, as if the office were his living room. "After I got home last night, the more I thought, the weirder it seemed! I mean, you're usually as strong as an ox, but last night your face was as white as a ghost! Are you sure you're okay? Did you go to the hospital?"

He leaned in, lowering his voice with a mysterious expression: "Spill it... did you have a run-in with bad luck? I felt like the banquet hall last night... had some seriously creepy vibes! And that Du Guyuan guy? He's definitely off!"

An Yi: ???

Great, after the "brain issues" theory, Huang Chan had now come up with a new "bad luck" theory.

Huang Chan's face showed genuine confusion, even a bit of lingering fear: "Seriously! After I got home yesterday, the more I thought about it, the more Du Guyuan seemed... not right! He gave off a bad vibe!"

If he were normal, that'd be the weird part.

An Yi didn't even bother lifting his eyelids, signing documents rapidly while nodding absently: "Congratulations, Smart Guy, your IQ is finally approaching normal."

He casually handed a signed document to Li Xuan who was standing nearby: "Li Xuan, send this to Zhang Qiang."

Li Xuan took the document expressionlessly, nodding slightly: "Yes, Chairman An."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean? Buddy's so smart, Einstein would call me his master!"

Huang Chan complained loudly, then suddenly remembered something, he sat up straight, eyes gleaming, sparkling with gossip: "Oh! Speaking of bad luck, guess who I saw on my way here?"

An Yi finally lifted his eyes from the pile of documents, giving him a "go ahead, entertain me" look.

"Du Guyuan!!" Huang Chan slapped his thigh, his voice rising an octave: "That creepy guy! Guess what?"

An Yi's heart remained utterly calm, even a little amused, but his face showed nothing: "What? Crying by the roadside?"

"Crying? Ha! The guy was busy showing off!"

Huang Chan was bubbling with excitement, describing the scene with spittle flying: "Right at the intersection two blocks away! That flashy Rolls-Royce was parked dead center in the road, like a roadblock!"

"He was acting out a roadside drama with some girl in a white dress, so delicate she'd blow away in a breeze! Tsk tsk tsk... what a scene!"

Huang Chan imitated him dramatically, like a storyteller: "So there's Du Guyuan, chin so high it could touch the sky, yelling 'Stop—!' at two drivers who were just heatedly exchanging 'ancestor-saluting pleasantries' in a heated argument."

"Then he!" Huang Chan jumped up, striking a heroic pose like an eagle spreading its wings.

"He 'swished' and blocked himself in front of the girl, with a look of arrogance, like a god descending to earth: 'With me around, no one can touch her!'"

"Oh my god!" Huang Chan exaggeratedly clutched his cheek: "So cheesy! So greasy! Buddy instantly lost three teeth on the spot!"

After his imitation, he couldn't help laughing loudly: "The best part was, a long line of cars had piled up behind, honking like crazy, and one guy rolled down his window and yelled, 'Move it! Are you sick? Blocking the road!!'"

"Hahahaha! You should've seen the look on Du Guyuan's face—like he'd just eaten a fly!"