Transmigrated to Another World and Doted on by Everyone!-Chapter 194: Return

Holy shit, this guy doesn’t seriously have some major illness, does he?

But the young man quickly released his grip.

He braced himself against the sofa and coughed for a while before finally catching his breath.

He muttered a curse under his breath, but no one else heard it clearly.

Only Ding Yixin heard what the young man said.

"Damn this world’s rules!"

Ding Yixin suddenly lifted his eyes. His icy gaze landed on the young man and a sharp glint flashing through his eyes.

World rules?

Ding Yixin’s fingers that was resting at his side, began tapping rhythmically against the armrest of the sofa.

The young man’s eyes had turned red from the bout of rapid coughing just now. He lifted his head and let his gaze sweep one by one over the men present.

Rong Zhenqiao’s expression was calm, giving no hint of joy or anger, as he slowly rotated the teacup in his hand.

Rong Zhenghao rested his head on one hand, his expression absent minded, as if he had already completely lost interest in what was happening here.

Rong Zhijian looked at the young man with a blank expression.

The gaze behind his lenses made the young man instinctively shrink back a little.

Rong Zishan sat sprawled out carelessly, casually tossing the car keys in his hand up into the air and then catching them again.

Only when the young man’s eyes landed on Ding Yixin did Ding Yixin lift his gaze and actually smile at him.

For some reason, upon seeing that smile from Ding Yixin, the young man felt a chill crawl up his spine from bottom to top.

He froze for a moment, then spat inwardly, Damn it. Among all these so called villains, this one is the most untouchable of them all.

The young man suddenly sprang to his feet and pointing at Rong Zhenqiao and the others one by one as he cursed loudly.

"A bunch of dumb fucks! I’m not serving you assholes anymore! You really think I give a damn?!"

Rong Zishan: "..."

Well damn. He’d been holding himself back for so long and in the end he still got called a dumb fuck by someone else?

Was this something he was supposed to tolerate???

The young man lifted his foot and started heading for the exit. "To hell with fixing the plot! I’m done with this shit! Number 7! Number 7!!!"

But before he could take more than a few steps, his entire body suddenly seemed to lose all its strength and with a dull thud, he collapsed straight onto the ground.

Rong Zishan: "See?! I knew this guy had some serious illness!"

Rong Zishan walked over and nudged him with the tip of his foot. "Quit pretending already. Is this really necessary?"

But the young man did not move at all.

There wasn’t even any visible rise and fall of his chest from breathing.

Rong Zhenqiao stood up and exchanged a glance with Rong Zhijian. "What do you think?"

Rong Zhijian raised a hand to adjust his glasses and finally spoke his first sentence since arriving here.

"He wasn’t lying."

Rong Zhenqiao frowned.

"What do you mean?" Rong Zishan’s eyes widened. He walked up to Rong Zhijian and questioned him. "What do you mean he wasn’t lying?"

Rong Zhijian did not answer.

"Alright, Fourth Brother, please calm down. Who the real Xiaoyu is, don’t you already have the answer in your heart?" Rong Zhenqiao said in a deep voice.

Rong Zishan pressed his lips together and finally quieted down.

Yes. He was far more willing to believe in the bond that was built through day-to-day companionship. From beginning to end, the younger brother they acknowledged had only ever been Rong Xingyu.

"Then what do we do with this guy?" Rong Zishan asked while looking at the young man collapsed on the floor with obvious distaste.

"Why don’t you send him to my place," Ding Yixin said as he stood up after having finished watching the spectacle. "He still has a lot of secrets he hasn’t explained yet, doesn’t he?"

Rong Zhenqiao looked at Ding Yixin and nodded.

"Take good care of him."

Everyone present knew perfectly well which Rong Xingyu that "him" referred to.

Ding Yixin smiled at Rong Zhenqiao and the others and said, "Don’t worry."

But Ding Yixin knew that his own mood at this moment was far from calm.

When he saw that "Rong Xingyu" fall unconscious, Ding Yixin’s heart had suddenly felt as though it were clenched by something and a brief inexplicable wave of panic surging up.

He suddenly missed the Rong Xingyu at home very much.

Completely unaware of any of this, what was Rong Xingyu doing at home right now?

Ding Yixin tightened his grip on the steering wheel and without realizing it, the car’s speed had already increased to the maximum.

He couldn’t quite explain why, but there was always a voice in his heart urging him on: faster... faster.

But when Ding Yixin opened the door, Rong Xingyu was standing at the entrance while wearing light colored plush loungewear.

The sunlight seemed to outline him with a soft fuzzy layer of golden edges.

When he saw him, a sweet smile appeared on the young man’s face and his eyes grew even brighter.

"You’re back."

Ding Yixin suddenly stepped forward and pulled Rong Xingyu into his arms, holding him tightly.

Rong Xingyu let out a soft cry of surprise, but he still relaxed his body and obediently allowed Ding Yixin to hold him.

"What’s wrong?" Rong Xingyu asked softly.

Ding Yixin did not answer.

He just lifted Rong Xingyu’s face and kissed him.

...

When Rong Xingyu heard Ding Yixin’s footsteps, he turned his head and happily ran toward the doorway.

"It’s Dr. Ding!"

Ethan who was sitting nearby had just swallowed the cookie in his mouth and was already reaching for another one. Hearing this, he looked at Rong Xingyu in surprise. "Oh my God, you can even recognize his footsteps?"