Chapter 304: The Twelfth Day in the ABO World

Chapter 304: The Twelfth Day in the ABO World

Morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the floor of An Yi's apartment.

An Yi had just gotten up, raising his arms for a stretch.

His phone vibrated on the bedside table, the screen lighting up with a WeChat notification from Wei Yang.

An Yi casually picked up the phone and tapped it open. Unexpectedly, unlike usual, it wasn't a text message with cute emojis—it was a voice message.

He lightly tapped play.

The next second, a youthful male voice, full of energy and deliberately softened in tone, echoed clearly through the quiet room: "Morning, big bro~"

"..."

An Yi paused for a beat. His eyes narrowed, his gaze landing on the familiar profile picture on the screen, his expression growing hard to read.

He even subconsciously double-checked the sender's name—it was indeed "Wei Yang," not his occasionally dramatic, attention-hogging little brother An Xuan.

"Big bro"?

That word...

An Yi's mind flashed back to the restaurant last night—that tall guy pushing the carrot swan, eyes shining as he looked at him.

Just overnight, he went from "Mr. An" to "Big bro"?

What the heck happened?

An Yi lowered his head, a soft chuckle escaping him.

He pressed the voice recording button, brought the phone to his lips, and answered casually: "Mm, good morning."

He hit send.

Meanwhile, in the university dormitory, Wei Yang—who rarely slept in, since he had no morning classes and had stayed up late the night before—was burying his head in his pillow like an ostrich, replaying his own daring voice message.

After sending that "big bro," all that was left was shame flooding his whole body.

But... Mr. An is older than him, so "big bro" should be okay, right?

His phone's special notification tone went off.

He jolted, head snapping up from the pillow, heart suddenly in his throat.

It was An Yi's reply! A voice message!!

He put on his earbuds and quickly tapped play—

When An Yi's pleasant voice, slightly tinny through the speaker, said "Mm, good morning" in his ear, Wei Yang went completely still.

He stared at the screen, eyes wide, as if trying to burn a hole through it.

Mr. An... no, wait, his brother replied with a voice message saying good morning?

As if stuck on repeat, he couldn't stop replaying that three-second voice message.

Each time, An Yi's calm, inexplicably magnetic voice was like a feather brushing his heart, sending shivers through him.

This voice... it was way too good!

As he kept listening, Wei Yang suddenly felt something weird happening to his body.

He instinctively glanced down at a certain spot under the blanket, and his face went bright red.

So... so lame!

Mortified, he curled his legs up like a tomato, then yanked the blanket over his head and rolled around silently in the dark.

Bro's voice... it's so good!

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An Yi got to the office a little later than usual.

As he stepped into the headquarters lobby, his gaze casually drifted to the car parked by the curb, and he caught sight of two familiar figures sitting inside.

It was his eldest brother, An Qing, and a young Omega.

The boy kept his head down, exposing a pale, delicate neck, his profile soft and refined.

An Yi hadn't met him before, but based on the comments section, this was the novel's other protagonist—Bei Yuke.

An Qing was turning his head slightly, saying something to Bei Yuke. His usually cold, sharp features looked unusually soft right now. He still kept some distance, but the way he unconsciously leaned in was a world apart from the usual An Qing.

Bei Yuke, on the other hand, looked nervous, fingers twisting the hem of his shirt, cheeks flushed pink. He'd occasionally glance up at An Qing, then quickly look down with a shy smile.

The air between them was thick with unspoken tension.

Comments section:

"Xiaoyu is so good and soft! Wanna squish him! An Da is so lucky!"

"Shameless old Alpha, eyeing an innocent 18-year-old Omega! Keep your hands off!"

"Disgusting bastard, staring at our Xiaoyu's scent gland—that's basically sexual harassment, right? Slurp~ His neck is all pink and soft, one bite and it'd leave a mark~"

"Lemme suck on it~"

"Yosh~ I've stolen both their pants, you two can get started now! (evil grin.jpg)"

"Who's this master thief?"

"Xiaoyu is so sweet and soft—does An Da even know how to treat him right? Let me have a go, I know what I'm doing. If not, Xiaoyu, dump An Qing and marry me!"

"Exactly, I'm serious. @Author why did you write it like this? An Qing is way too old, not a fan. Xiaoyu is just too cute, I'm in!"

"??? Get lost, person above?! The lovebirds are being all sweet, and you're over here making a scene—not welcome! (smile)(smile)"

"Dump An Qing, then I'll take him—he's so handsome!"

"?? Gross, you get lost too!!"

"..."

An Yi didn't stop, heading straight for the elevator.

Watching that picture-perfect pair, a knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Sure enough, just like in the original novel, this couple was progressing smoothly.

As for the comments section, don't worry about it—it's totally useless.

However, that smile cooled the instant he stepped into his office and saw the stack of files on his desk that clearly weren't his responsibility.

He picked up the intercom, his voice still gentle: "Jiang, come in for a sec."

The assistant quickly knocked and entered: "Mr. An, you called for me?"

An Yi tapped the extra stack of files with his fingertip, one eyebrow slightly raised: "These—who sent these over?"

The assistant glanced at them and immediately replied: "Secretary Zhang from the CEO's office dropped them off this morning, saying Chairman An said you should handle these projects from now on."

An Yi let out a soft "Hah"—just as he thought.

So his big brother, busy chasing after someone, was... really eager to ditch his duties and play the carefree boss.

"These files..." An Yi stated calmly, leaving no room for negotiation: "Send them back untouched. Tell Secretary Zhang, or just tell my brother directly—I'm not taking them, period."

The assistant froze for a moment, clearly surprised—he'd always accepted them before, so why not now?

But his professional instincts kicked in right away: "Understood, Mr. An. Got it."

He neatly picked up the stack of files and turned to leave the office.

An Yi settled into his spacious office chair, his gaze drifting over the high-rises outside the window, in a rather good mood.

So he's supposed to be free labor so his brother can go on a romantic getaway? Yeah, right.

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