Chapter 119 Day 10 of Transmigrating into a Vintage CEO Novel

Chapter 119: The Tenth Day of Time-Traveling into an Old-School CEO Novel

An Yi walked out of the greenhouse, and the crisp, cold air woke him up.

He didn’t care what Meng Nianwei thought. The girl’s world was too small—other than love, there was hardly room for anything else. Since she had refused his help, he wasn’t going to get any more involved.

Just as he reached the entrance of the annex, he unexpectedly spotted someone—Gu Mingzhi.

He seemed to have just returned, still carrying the chill from outside, with a few unmelted snowflakes on the shoulders of his black coat.

He was standing under the eaves of the annex, watching the intensifying snowfall outside. A silver lighter clicked open and shut between his fingers, echoing a crisp metallic sound.

Hearing footsteps, he turned and locked eyes with An Yi.

“Coming back from the greenhouse?” Gu Mingzhi said, his tone unreadable.

An Yi didn’t stop, planning to ignore him and go straight inside.

“Is she still crying?” Gu Mingzhi asked again, his tone laced with a faint hint of... mockery? Whether he was mocking Meng Nianwei’s tears or something else, it was unclear.

An Yi paused and turned to look at him, his expression cold. “You seem pretty concerned about Miss Meng, don’t you?”

Gu Mingzhi let out a derisive laugh, put away the lighter, and stepped toward him. “Why would I care about her? I just happened to notice.”

He stood in front of An Yi, his gaze heavy, scanning his face as if searching for something. “I was just curious if you’d still be heartbroken like before, rushing to comfort her.”

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “Aren’t you gay? Did you lie to me?”

So he knew. He knew about the old An Yi’s feelings for Meng Nianwei.

Had he been digging into his past?

“That was before,” An Yi said flatly. “I don’t have time for that anymore.”

Hearing this, Gu Mingzhi’s brow twitched almost imperceptibly, and a hint of satisfaction seemed to flash deep in his eyes—but it was quickly buried under deeper curiosity.

He took a step forward, but remembering his previous lesson, he didn’t get too close.

“No time?” he repeated, his voice low and magnetic, almost hypnotizing. “Then what do you spend your time on? On... avoiding me?”

His breath, mingled with the cold air, once again enveloped An Yi.

An Yi didn’t retreat. He simply lifted his chin slightly and looked at him. “You overestimate yourself. I just think some pointless entanglements should stop before they go too far.”

“Hmm,” An Yi chuckled. “You’re not that important.”

“Pointless entanglements?” Gu Mingzhi repeated the phrase, as if amused, the corner of his mouth curling into a dangerous arc. “What if I say I don’t think it’s pointless?”

His gaze turned intensely predatory, slowly tracing An Yi’s brows, the bridge of his nose, and finally settling on his lips, slightly flushed from the greenhouse’s warmth.

“An Yi, I really want to know...” His voice was low and slow. “What would it take for you to show me a third expression—other than ‘annoyance’ and ‘politeness’?”

His stare was too naked, his intent too obvious. It was an undiluted, predatory interest.

An Yi didn’t get angry. Instead, unhurriedly, he looked Gu Mingzhi over from head to toe, then suddenly arched his brows and smiled.

That smile was different from his usual gentleness, and not a cold sneer either. It carried a strange, striking ambiguity.

He reached out, his fingertips carrying the chill of the outdoors, and—as if petting a pet—lightly, teasingly patted Gu Mingzhi’s cheek. “Little uncle...”

His lips parted slightly, his tongue flicking between his teeth, hinting at a startling bright red inside. His voice was low and slow, carrying a seductive breath: “You’re so interested in me—is it because, as an interesting gay man, I’ve finally stirred up some... improper thoughts in you?”

He tilted his head, his expression both innocent and mischievous, the words that spilled out shockingly bold: “Are you trying to be my dog?”

Gu Mingzhi’s pupils contracted. Instinctively, he raised his hand and grabbed An Yi’s offending wrist tightly, his gaze burning.

His palm was broad, his fingers long and strong, firmly encircling the slender wrist.

The skin beneath his touch was warm, smooth, and delicate—yet it seemed charged with high-voltage electricity, sending a numbing heat through his palm that shot up his arm, straight to his head, making him briefly dizzy.

It made his scalp tingle.

“Your dog?” Gu Mingzhi’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently as he repeated the words, his voice hoarse as if it weren’t his own.

Instead of struggling, An Yi used that grip to pull him even closer, until their noses almost touched, so close they could feel each other’s breath intertwining.

He could clearly see the mischievous glee burning in An Yi’s eyes—a brilliant, dazzling light, as if stars were exploding inside, radiant and dangerous.

“See...” An Yi let out a low laugh, his breath brushing Gu Mingzhi’s lips, his tone carrying the delight of discovering a new toy. “There you go—a third expression.”

“Are you satisfied, little uncle?”

Gu Mingzhi was momentarily speechless.

He was always used to being in control, to slowly peeling away someone else’s calm mask and glimpsing the truth inside.

But now... to have the tables turned like this, to be provoked so directly and maliciously—what was this strange, surging, almost thrilling excitement?

Maybe this... is good too?

An Yi chuckled softly, skillfully twisted his wrist, and easily broke free of Gu Mingzhi’s grip, as if his capture had been an illusion.

Without another glance at Gu Mingzhi, he turned, pushed open the annex door, and quickly disappeared behind it.

Gu Mingzhi stood alone, gazing at the closed door. After a long moment, he slowly raised the hand that had just held An Yi’s wrist.

His palm was empty, yet it seemed to still retain the slender feel of that wrist—warm, smooth, yet carrying an incongruous, striking force.

He slowly closed his hand, as if trying to cling to that fleeting, breathtaking sensation.

“A third expression...” he murmured to himself, the corners of his mouth uncontrollably curling upward.

Provocative, vivid, full of life—like a gem laced with poison, emitting a deadly, captivating light.

How much more lively and interesting it was than that flawless mask of mildness!

Comments section:

“...What? What are you two doing?!”

“So... exciting! (Nosebleed)”

“You two are getting a little too intimate...”

“Be my dog? Interesting!”

“An Yi: Want to be my dog? Gu Mingzhi: (Silence speaks volumes, but heart is racing)”

An Yi: Be my dog? Gu Mingzhi: Woof woof woof!

Does the author have a side hustle?

Gu Mingzhi: An Yi, you gotta admit, you really gotta admit (?

Oi~ kid~, getting pretty hot (bubble voice)

...

An Yi returned to the studio, lifted his hand to look at his palm, and suddenly curled his lips into a smirk.

He seemed to have found something fun to mess with.