Chapter 128 Day 19 of Transmigrating into a Vintage CEO Novel

Chapter 128 The Nineteenth Day of Entering an Old-Fashioned CEO Novel

An Yi stood at the door, watching her figure disappear, and let out a soft sigh.

He knew, per the plot, she'd hit a lot of hardships, but in the end, she'd tough it out, give birth to the child, and come back a few years later with an adorable kid, starting a new chapter of their romance.

Unbelievable... speechless.

He asked twice if she needed help, and she refused both times. So, she had to go it alone.

Meng Nianwei vanished.

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The first to notice something was wrong was Gu Xinghui.

He couldn't reach Meng Nianwei, went crazy searching every place she might have gone, and finally, as if a thought struck him, eyes bloodshot, he kicked open the door to An Yi's studio!

"An Yi! Was it you! Did you help her run away?!"

Gu Xinghui, like a madman, pointed at An Yi's nose and roared: "I knew it! I knew you'd never drop it! All that act before, pretending not to care, it was all a lie! A lie! You finally cracked, didn't you? Where did you hide her? Tell me!"

He was shaking with rage, as if about to lunge at An Yi at any moment.

An Yi was mixing colors, interrupted by this sudden intrusion and accusation. He put down the palette knife, slowly turned around, his face expressionless, only a faint trace of weariness in his eyes: "Get out."

"Don't you give me that bullshit!" Gu Xinghui couldn't listen, stepping closer: "Who else could it be but you? Who?! You've always liked her! You hate me for taking her away! Now that we're fighting, you're making a move while we're vulnerable! An Yi, I'm telling you, hand her over! Or I'll make your life hell!"

An Yi watched him lose it and suddenly found it a bit ridiculous.

He leisurely picked up a rag nearby to wipe his hands, his voice deadpan: "Gu Xinghui, use your brain. If I really wanted to make a move, I wouldn't do it so clumsily. And..."

He raised his eyes, his gaze cold as he looked at him: "The most pathetic thing a guy can do when he can't keep his lover is to take it out on others."

That hit Gu Xinghui right where it hurt like a sharp dagger. He let out a sharp gasp, his eyes turning bloodshot.

An Yi sighed with annoyance: "You suck at everything!"

"You've achieved nothing in your career, waiting for others to clean up your messes. A complete mess in relationships as well. You say you like Meng Nianwei, yet you're messing around with Lin Xinman, breaking her heart."

An Yi stood up and walked closer to him step by step: "Can't you see how your parents and grandfather treat Meng Nianwei? Don't you know what kind of life she's been living?"

An Yi snorted: "You do know, but you told her to put up with it. Put up with this, put up with that!"

"When she's had enough and decides to leave, instead of thinking about yourself, you come looking for trouble with me?!"

"Is this all you can do—blame others? You useless piece of trash!"

Gu Xinghui's face grew uglier and uglier. An Yi's words stripped away his dignity, making him feel humiliated.

He roared: "You're just an adopted son! What are you so proud of?!"

He then charged at An Yi as if to attack, brimming with aggression. An Yi watched him, assessed him, and thought he looked just like a crab.

As he closed in, An Yi didn't make any extra moves. He simply gave a subtle nudge with his foot, and Gu Xinghui stumbled backward, slammed into the wall with a bang, rebounded, and ended up face-down on the floor.

An Yi: ...

Sprawled out like that, he looked even more like a crab.

Gu Xinghui gritted his teeth against the sharp pain all over, and his mind cleared a little.

So humiliating...

How is An Yi such a good fighter?

This brute!

Comments section:

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

"Sorry, this is too funny!"

"I couldn't help but laugh! Hahahahahaha!"

"How could anyone hold back? Were they born not liking to laugh?"

"Can't hold it in!"

"Yeah, really hard not to laugh."

"I thought it would be a heated fight, didn't expect this!"

"This is my first time seeing a male lead in a romance novel fight like this, hahahahahaha, a crab all sprawled out!"

"...The author has some comedic talent."

"..."

An Yi: ...

Pfft~

He cleared his throat, trying not to laugh: "How long are you going to lie in my studio?"

Gu Xinghui: ...

Just then, Gu Mingzhi walked in. He looked at Gu Xinghui spread-eagled on the floor like a starfish, with a speechless look: "What happened?"

"Performance art?"

An Yi smiled with amusement, glancing at Gu Xinghui: "If you can't find her, get the hell out and look properly. Don't make a scene here."

"An Yi!" Gu Xinghui, shocked and angry, lifted his head: "It's you! You must be behind this! You..."

"Where's your proof?" Gu Mingzhi figured out what was going on and cut him off coldly, his tone devoid of any warmth: "If you have no proof, shut your trap. When things go wrong, you just point fingers blindly like a mad dog. What a man."

Gu Xinghui was at a loss for words, his face going pale and red in turns, filled with a mix of embarrassment and anger.

An Yi glanced at him, in a tone that brooked no argument: "Get out now. Don't make me say it again."

Gu Xinghui shot An Yi a venomous glare, but under An Yi's stare, he didn't dare cause more trouble. He gritted his teeth, got up, and slammed the door behind him.

The studio fell silent again. Gu Mingzhi turned to An Yi, giving him a once-over, frowning slightly: "Are you okay? Did he touch you?"

An Yi laughed: "Look at him—does he seem like he could lay a finger on me?"

Gu Mingzhi: ...

Yeah, it really doesn't.

Gu Mingzhi felt his mouth go dry under An Yi's amused gaze.

His Adam's apple bobbed. His gaze involuntarily dropped back to An Yi's fingers—that streak of blue was like temptation.

As if possessed, he reached out, not to touch An Yi's hand, but to pick up the open jar of cobalt blue paint beside him.

"This color is beautiful..." he said out of nowhere, then looked at An Yi. "The first time I came to your studio... it was this color."

"Could you write your name on me with this color?"

An Yi: ...

Quite the player, huh.

An Yi looked at him, then at the innocent jar of cobalt blue paint in his hand.

Suddenly, An Yi let out a soft chuckle.

That laugh was light, yet it tickled Gu Mingzhi's heart like a feather.

He reached out his paint-stained hand toward Gu Mingzhi, palm up, fingers slightly curled, making a "come here" gesture.

Gu Mingzhi's pupils contracted, and his breath caught instantly.

Flattered and cautious, he stepped forward and gently set his chin in An Yi's cool palm.

Like a devout follower finally called upon by his master.

An Yi felt the warm skin under his palm. The still-wet cobalt blue on his fingertip accidentally smeared onto Gu Mingzhi's neck.

A startling blue against the cold pale skin, evoking a shocking, almost sacrilegious intimacy.

An Yi didn't push him away. Instead, he used the tip of his finger to gently, slowly rub the edge of that blue mark.

Then, he heard his own voice, tinged with a lazy smile, ring out in the quiet studio: "We'll see how you behave."