Chapter 305: The Thirteenth Day in the ABO World

Chapter 305: The Thirteenth Day in the ABO World

On the other side, An Qing, in a cheerful mood, sorted out the day's work, then headed out for a sweet date with Bei Yuke. After easily setting up plans for a weekend trip to a farmhouse, he headed back to the office in high spirits.

Then, in one glance, he spotted the familiar stack of documents sitting smack in the center of his desk—the exact ones he'd specifically had his secretary send out that morning, now sitting there neatly.

An Qing: "..."

An Qing: "???"

What's going on?

The smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by his usual cold sternness, his brow furrowing.

What the heck was Secretary Zhang doing?

Just then, his phone buzzed with a message from An Yi.

An Yi: [Brother, I saw you this morning, with that... junior of yours? Nice vibe between you two. (smile)(thumbs up)]

An Qing's eyebrow twitched, and before he could reply, another message came through.

An Yi: [But, I remember I've said it before—even if you're dating, don't try to pawn your work off on me~ (cute sticker.jpg)]

An Yi: [So, I had my assistant send the files back to you. Hang in there, big brother. I believe you can succeed in both love and career! (fist pump encouragement.jpg)]

An Qing stared at the series of seemingly obedient and considerate messages on his phone screen that were, in reality, completely non-negotiable—especially that annoying "cute" sticker—and couldn't help the vein twitching at his temple.

He took a deep breath, trying to turn things around, and typed: [Xiao Yi, how about doing your big brother a favor? These projects aren't that urgent. If you take on a little, your big brother can have some time to... you know. (hint.jpg)]

An Qing: [Do it for your big brother's lifelong happiness!]

An Yi replied almost instantly: [No way, big brother~ (head shake.gif)]

He held down the voice message button: "Guilt-tripping won't work either."

He chuckled: "I've got no morals."

An Qing: "..."

He stared at the phone screen, as if he could see through it to his second brother's face—wearing that gentle smile, yet with a heart of steel.

In the end, all his frustration and helplessness boiled down to a single low curse, squeezed out through gritted teeth: "Little punk!!"

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The sun rose and set, over thirty times.

An Yi sat in his office, next to him was the report his assistant had just brought for his final sign-off.

The sunlight outside the window was perfect. His phone screen lit up, displaying a message Wei Yang had sent a few minutes earlier, this time with text and a photo:

[Brother~ Look! We had our PE test, and I got first in my group for the 1000-meter run! (Attached is a selfie of him at the finish line, sweaty, cheeks flushed, grinning like crazy at the camera, with a blurry green track and sky behind him.jpg)]

The kid's energy practically burst through the screen.

An Yi stared at the photo for a couple of seconds. The guy in it had eyes that were shockingly bright, like a big fluffy golden retriever.

But wait... he took a closer look at the photo.

Something's off! It's definitely different from the photos he sent before!

An Yi studied it closely and finally confirmed—this photo had been edited, and it even had a smoothing filter on it.

He couldn't help but laugh, his fingers twitching slightly. Instead of texting back, he sent a simple system [Like] sticker.

Still, he thought the original photo looked better.

On the other side, Wei Yang, squatting by the track with his phone, saw that tiny [Like] and immediately jumped up, almost tempted to run another three thousand meters.

He gleefully screenshotted the sticker and saved it to his [Favorites] folder, the one with a heart on it.

Seeing An Yi's smile, An Xuan's mouth twitched involuntarily, feeling like his life was a total mess.

An Xuan collapsed onto the sofa in An Yi's office, his eyes hollow, like a salted fish washed up on the shore, about to dry out in the sun.

In his hand, he clutched a report covered in An Yi's dense notes, feeling like ninety percent of his brain cells were already dead.

"Second brother... no, does An always have it out for me?" An Xuan complained weakly to the assistant who had come to bring him water. "I've rewritten this report three times! He finds new problems every single time! Is he a microscope reincarnated or what?"

The assistant suppressed a smile, maintaining a professional one: "Third Young Master, An is strict with you because he has high expectations."

"High expectations? So he has to work me like a mule on an assembly line?"

An Xuan sat up indignantly: "I'm only a sophomore! My youth should be about dating, gaming, skipping class... not staring at these reports that read like ancient scrolls!"

Just as he was whining, An Yi stood up. He was wearing a light blue shirt today, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing toned forearms. His expression was as gentle as ever, but when his gaze swept over An Xuan, he ignored the dramatic whining.

"Done whining?" An Yi asked in a calm tone.

An Xuan immediately fell silent, sitting up stiffly: "N-no, second brother! I'm reflecting deeply!"

An Yi let out a soft "mm" and handed him another folder: "Once you're done reflecting, look at this too. I want your first draft tomorrow morning."

An Xuan took the thick folder, hands trembling, feeling his HP bar rapidly draining.

He watched An Yi's graceful figure turn and walk away, his heart weeping a river of tears.

But it didn't end there.

That evening, as An Xuan was getting ready to head back to the dorms, he decided to blow off some steam playing a game before heading out—and that's when he saw his big brother with that little Omega next to him.

Something was clearly going on between them!

Wait!

He squinted, taking a closer look—wasn't that his junior?

An Xuan's hand froze on the controller, and his character on screen instantly died.

Big brother... is dating too?!

That serious, workaholic big brother An Qing?! And they're already this far along?!

Isn't it still work hours? He just took off? Doesn't he care about work anymore?

He vaguely remembered overhearing gossip from the secretaries—his big brother had dumped his work on second brother, who then dumped it right back on him.

All because he's dating someone?

If that's the case, doesn't it mean... second brother will push him to take over work even faster and harder?!

After all, once the eldest brother completely falls head over heels in love, following the second brother's principle of "never taking on extra work," all the pressure will pour down on him alone!

His mind flashed with the face of his roommate Wei Yang, and it seemed the second brother was about to fall too...

An Xuan could already see his future—a bleak, document-drowning one with no light at the end of the tunnel.

He was so overcome with grief that he couldn't stop the bitter tears from falling.

"Why... why is it that when you two fall in love, I'm the one who suffers..." He flopped onto the desk, letting out a feeble, whiny groan.