Chapter 189 Day 21 of Transmigrating into a True and False Young Master Novel

Chapter 189: The Twenty-First Day of Transmigrating into a True and False Heir Novel

The graduation ceremony officially began, with the principal's address and the commendation of outstanding graduates...

When the name An Yi was called, asking him to speak as the representative of outstanding graduates, the entire venue erupted in warm applause, mingled with many excited murmurs.

An Yi walked calmly onto the stage and stood before the microphone.

He wore the standard bachelor's gown, which, far from concealing his elegance, accentuated his jade-like features and transcendent aura.

From the audience, Yan Hui stared, his eyes fixed, his heart feeling as if struck by something, tingling and numb.

On stage, An Yi seemed to radiate light, that blend of intellect, calm, and breathtaking beauty made him even more entranced, his heart pounding like a drum.

That was so freakin’ awesome!

He felt his teeth itch and gave a hard bite.

Gu Xinou felt the same. He gazed with infatuation at An Yi, who commanded the stage and shone brilliantly, regret was nearly suffocating him.

How blind was he back then, to want to give up such a rare treasure?

After the speech, the school leader adjusted An Yi's tassel.

At that moment, the click of camera shutters was incessant, capturing this significant moment.

After the ceremony, in front of the famous landmark at the school gate, Song Chengye and Lin Wan took photos with An Yi.

Naturally, Yan Hui and Gu Xinou shamelessly joined in, resulting in a rather eerie photo—Mr. and Mrs. Song stood in the middle, An Yi next to Lin Wan with a gentle expression, while Yan Hui and Gu Xinou flanked the outermost sides like guardians, each wearing an ambiguous smirk.

An Yi took back the camera to look: what a weird photo.

And it didn't end there. Many of An Yi's classmates from the same department, and even students from other departments who barely knew him, swarmed over to ask for photos with An Yi.

An Yi seemed long accustomed to this, keeping a warm, faint smile as he accommodated each request without a trace of impatience.

Yan Hui stood aside, watching An Yi surrounded by all kinds of people, seeing the admiring and appreciative looks directed at him, his heart felt like it was soaked in aged vinegar – sour and tight.

This wasn't the first time he had witnessed An Yi's popularity, but each time it gave him a feeling of irritation and crisis like someone coveting his treasure.

The lively photo session ended.

Song Chengye and Lin Wan exchanged a glance, then looked at Yan Hui and Gu Xinou, who stuck close to An Yi, and took the hint and left.

"Xiao Yi, Mom and Dad will head back first. We have a celebration dinner ready at home tonight. Make sure you come back early," Lin Wan instructed gently.

Song Chengye nodded, patting An Yi's shoulder, pride in his eyes: "Happy graduation, my boy."

They knew perfectly well.

Over the past year, the way Yan Hui and Gu Xinou pursued An Yi had caused quite a stir, almost common knowledge in high society.

Flowers, gifts, meticulously staged "coincidences"... their methods were endless and flashy.

Caught up in their frenzy, even some wealthy young men and women got restless, joining the pursuit of An Yi, trying to pluck this high-hanging flower.

An Yi's reaction to all this was: "..."

Completely speechless.

He had explicitly refused, and his attitude was tough.

After repeated attempts, those who were just bandwagoners or weak-willed, seeing no hope, gradually gave up.

Only Yan Hui and Gu Xinou remained, like reincarnated stubborn mules, refusing to give up no matter what, sticking to him like glue.

Song Chengye and Lin Wan observed from the sidelines, thinking that these two young men—with their families, abilities, and looks being top-notch—might not be a bad thing if they could truly win over their son, even if their methods were a bit... overly enthusiastic.

So they tactfully left, giving the young people space.

Once Mr. and Mrs. Song left, only An Yi, Yan Hui, and Gu Xinou remained, the atmosphere awkward and delicate.

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Lunch was chosen at a restaurant whose flavors An Yi greatly favored.

The setting was private, the lighting soft.

Yet from the moment they sat down, the meal was far from pleasant.

When ordering, both vied to recommend dishes An Yi might like, and their conversation throughout the meal was laced with barbs and mutual belittlement.

An Yi: ...

By the end of the meal, far from easing, the relationship between the two had soured further.

Finally, it was time to pay.

As the waiter brought the bill, Yan Hui spoke first, smiling warmly at An Yi: "You can pay next time. Let me treat this time—it's to celebrate your graduation, so this meal is definitely on me."

Gu Xinou sneered, immediately pulling out his wallet to retrieve a card: "No need. I'll handle it."

But the waiter smiled, bowed slightly to Yan Hui, then turned to Gu Xinou and said politely, "Mr. Gu, this establishment doesn't require payment."

Gu Xinou paused: "...What do you mean?"

The waiter's smile remained unchanged as he explained, "Because this restaurant is now under Mr. Yan's name."

Yan Hui lounged back in his chair, a triumphant smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were on An Yi: "I remember you really like the dishes here. I thought I'd give you a practical graduation gift, so I bought the place. Hope you like it."

Gu Xinou: ...

His fingers on the wallet turned white, his face as black as a pot.

He had calculated everything except that bastard Yan Hui pulling this trick!

Upon hearing this, An Yi said, "Thank you, but it's too valuable. I can't accept it."

Yan Hui seemed to have anticipated the refusal and didn't mind, still grinning: "It's okay if you don't accept. The restaurant will always be open for you. You can come anytime."

He paused, leaning forward slightly, his gaze more intense, his tone laced with a hint of seeking credit: "And I've been learning from the head chef here for nearly half a year. The dishes you like best—I can now make them to perfection. The taste won't disappoint."

His words carried a strong implication, almost an open solicitation to enter his home: "Could you please give me a chance to bring you meals? Pretty please~"

Finishing, he didn't forget to take a dig at Gu Xinou, casting a dismissive glance: "Unlike some people, who can only write a check and probably can't tell sugar from salt."

Gu Xinou: ...

His chest heaved violently, almost spat blood.

Damn it!

He cursed like crazy in his head. This time... it seemed he really had lost on the practical front!

This motherfucker who loves being a homewrecker and is so damn competitive!

But he would never admit defeat!

It's just learning to cook, right? He'll sign up for eight or ten top-notch cooking classes as soon as he gets back! Just you wait!

An Yi: ...

Comments:

“Hahahahahahahahahaha!”

“Fight! Fight!”

“I just love watching them tear each other's hair out!”

“An Yi, just accept Yan Hui, he goes 'pretty please'~"

“Or just accept Gu Xinou. Although he can't win in fighting, loses in flirting, and can't out-charm... but he's easier to bully! (jk)”

“But still, why not have both? (Dog face emoji)”

“Gu Xinou can't compare to anything, nothing but plain water, just a total loser!”

“Trash genes will ruin the next generation!”

“But... what does the next generation have to do with them? Who's the one giving birth?”

“An Yi? Spicy pregnant husband?”

“Damn, just thinking about it makes me drool from the corners of my mouth. (drooling)”

“...”

An Yi: ...