Chapter 127 Day 18 of Transmigrating into a Vintage CEO Novel

Chapter 127: The Eighteenth Day of Transmigrating into the Old-School CEO Novel

Gu Enterprise Headquarters, waiting area outside the chairman's office.

An Yi rarely appeared here—he was out sightseeing and happened to deliver some documents for Old Master Gu, purely on his way.

He sat quietly on the sofa, flipping through a magazine, his profile elegant and refined, yet his demeanor oddly blended in with the cold, efficient corporate environment.

An Yi surveyed his surroundings, recalling his days as a director centuries ago.

Too busy. I prefer now.

The office door opened, and Gu Mingzhi walked out with several men who looked like executives, seemingly just finishing a meeting.

Gu Mingzhi's face was expressionless as he listened to his subordinates' reports, his gaze sharp, his tone decisive—still the Gu family's youngest uncle who controlled the overall situation.

However, when his eyes swept across the waiting area and caught sight of that figure, the cold aura around him shifted subtly almost instantly.

He quickly ended the conversation, dismissed his subordinates, changed direction, and walked straight toward An Yi.

"Why are you here?" He stopped beside the armrest of the sofa in front of An Yi, his body leaning slightly forward, forming a natural enveloping posture, his voice unconsciously dropped and softened, with a hint of obvious joy.

A department manager who hadn't walked far stumbled behind him, almost thinking he was hallucinating.

Was that their decisive, no-nonsense CEO?

The one who'd just come back from abroad and made their lives hell?

Sigh... I wonder when he'll finally go back abroad for good. Isn't it tiring to keep traveling back and forth like this every few days?

Gu Xinghui is way easier to fool!

An Yi looked up from the magazine and shook the document bag in his hand: "Delivering a file for the old man."

"It's for Gu Xinghui."

Gu Mingzhi's gaze was immediately drawn there.

He reached out naturally, not to take the document bag, but to gently touch An Yi's wrist—where the sleeve was slightly rolled up, revealing a small section of pale, cold skin.

"Why are your hands so cold?" He frowned, his tone carrying genuine concern: "Do you want to rest in the back room of my office? It's warmer in there."

His fingertips were warm; the touch was fleeting, restrained as if he were only worried about him being cold.

An Yi looked up with a half-smile. That look seemed to say: You're a good actor.

Gu Mingzhi met his gaze, unfazed, even a little matter-of-fact: "I mean it."

An Yi chuckled and asked him, "Where's Gu Xinghui? Why isn't he here yet?"

Gu Mingzhi sat beside him: "He's chasing after that... Meng..."

An Yi glanced at him and corrected, "Meng Nianwei."

Gu Mingzhi nodded: "Right, her. In the middle of a meeting, he suddenly ran out after her."

An Yi: ...

Fine.

An Yi withdrew his gaze, closed the magazine, and stood up: "Then I'll leave the stuff with you. Since it's delivered, I should get going."

A flicker of disappointment passed through Gu Mingzhi's eyes, but he immediately said, "I'll walk you down."

"No need." An Yi refused flatly, but after a pause, as if remembering something, he added, "I won't be back to the old house for dinner tonight."

Gu Mingzhi immediately pressed: "Where? Who with? When will you be back?" The urgency and possessiveness in his tone nearly broke through again.

An Yi raised an eyebrow.

Gu Mingzhi immediately realized he'd overstepped and quickly reined himself in, clearing his throat to cover it up: "I mean... do you need a ride? Be safe."

An Yi watched him struggle to hold back but still couldn't resist marking his territory, and found it a little amusing.

He barely curled his lips, didn't answer, and just turned to walk toward the elevator.

Gu Mingzhi didn't follow. He stood there, eyes fixed on An Yi's retreating back until the elevator doors fully closed.

The assistant beside him approached cautiously: "Mr. Gu, the quarterly financial report meeting later..."

Gu Mingzhi withdrew his gaze, his face instantly reverting to its usual cold, businesslike expression: "Proceed as planned."

He turned and walked toward his office, steps steady, but the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch upward uncontrollably.

Just an insignificant piece of information was enough to brighten his mood for the whole day.

Days passed like this.

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A month later.

An Yi put down his paintbrush as the voices from the comment section echoed in his head again.

During this time, the plot of Gu Xinghui and Meng Nianwei was like a wild horse, charging headlong down the predetermined cliché path of the original novel.

An Yi followed the comment section like binge-watching a real-time drama:

"Damn! Zhao Manyin went to see Weiwei! She even threw a check at her! Told her to give birth to the kid but don't even think about getting into the Gu family....... What a bitch..."

"'Five million, leave my son!' — Better late than never!"

"Weiwei didn't take it! She ran off crying! Said she wasn't doing it for the money!"

"Why the hell didn't she take it?! Take it and get an abortion, you idiot! Both leads are morons!"

"Ah, shit!"

"And that little bastard of a male lead is telling the female lead to suck it up again?!"

"Suck it up my ass!"

"'Meng Nianwei, that's enough! Who else would want you besides me?' — Listen to that! Is that even human speech?!"

"Oh wow~ The female lead has finally given up..."

"She's managed to endure until now to give up."

"She's going to leave, right? The 'get pregnant and run' the author mentioned before..."

"Probably... This is so annoying, I can't watch anymore. Ladies, @ me when it updates to the An Yi and Gu Mingzhi parts!"

"..."

Sure enough, that evening, An Yi received a call from Meng Nianwei, asking if they could meet.

An Yi: ????

What's she up to?

Soon, An Yi heard a knock at the door.

Standing outside was Meng Nianwei.

She looked thinner, her face pale, eyes red and swollen, but her gaze held an unusual calm.

In her hand, she held a small, delicate gift box.

"Brother An Yi," she said softly. "This is for you. Thank you for... taking care of me before."

It wasn't him who took care of her—it was the original host.

An Yi looked at her, not immediately reaching for it.

Of course, he knew what this was—a farewell gift, and he knew she was about to leave.

He sighed. "It's windy outside. Come in first." He stepped aside to let her in.

Meng Nianwei shook her head, stubbornly shoved the gift into An Yi's hand, forcing a faint smile.

"No need. I... I just have a few words. Brother An Yi, you're a good person. I was too confused before, causing you a lot of trouble and... letting you down. Really, thank you."

There was genuine gratitude in her voice.

An Yi held the gift box, paused for a moment, then spoke again, his tone calm but earnest: "Miss Meng, if you need help, I can..."

"No need." Meng Nianwei cut him off quickly, her eyes flickering away before she composed herself. "I'm fine. It's getting late. I really... have to go. Goodbye, Brother An Yi."

With that, she turned and hurried away almost eagerly, quickly disappearing into the twilight-shrouded garden path.