Transmigrated to Another World and Doted on by Everyone!-Chapter 217: Misunderstanding

With movements that were not very practiced, Rong Zishan even tucked in the corners of the blanket for him.

"I’m not tired," Rong Xingyu finally managed to say the sentence that had been cut off earlier.

But Rong Zishan patted the blanket, as if comforting him, and said earnestly, "Fourth Brother knows you’ve probably been under a lot of pressure lately. That’s exactly why you need to rest more, your health is the most important thing."

"..." Rong Xingyu looked at Rong Zishan helplessly.

He suddenly felt as if they were talking past each other, like chickens and ducks failing to communicate and he and his Fourth Brother were clearly not on the same wavelength.

Meanwhile, still in the living room, Rong Zhenqiao had already dialed Ding Yixin’s number.

"Has Xiaoyu been under too much pressure lately from preparing for the wedding?" Rong Zhenqiao asked Ding Yixin with a frown. "Why has he started to let his thoughts run wild like this?"

Ding Yixin had never expected Rong Zhenqiao to say something like that after picking up the call, and he could not help but fall silent for a moment.

He probed carefully, "For example?"

"For example, Xiaoyu fabricated a person who doesn’t exist at all and even said that that person is actually our biological younger brother, while he himself is just an adopted child of the Rong family."

The more Rong Zhenqiao spoke, the deeper his frown became, because he suddenly thought of a certain type of mental illness.

One of its earliest signs was the emergence of hallucinations, being able to ’see’ someone who did not exist and firmly believing that the person truly existed.

It seemed to line up disturbingly well with Rong Xingyu’s current behavior.

Rong Zhenqiao’s expression grew serious. He even began listing different solutions in his mind.

And then Rong Zhenqiao fast-forwarded straight to, "Should we take Xiaoyu to the hospital to get his head checked first?"

Ding Yixin: "..."

That really did not sound very polite.

Ding Yixin raised a hand to press against his forehead and replied, sounding a bit like he had a headache, "I don’t think that’s necessary for now."

Hearing Ding Yixin’s response, Rong Zhenqiao was somewhat dissatisfied.

In his view, Ding Yixin saying this made it seem as though he was not particularly concerned about Rong Xingyu.

"Before getting our marriage certificate, Yuyu and I both did detailed premarital physical examinations." Ding Yixin naturally knew what was going on, but he could not directly tell Rong Zhenqiao the truth.

So he could only say, "It’s probably because we watched a novel together recently, and Yuyu got too immersed in it. You know his empathy is strong, sometimes he ends up projecting himself into the story."

Rong Zhenqiao was half-convinced, half-doubtful. Could someone really get that immersed? Immersed to the point of confusing reality?

"He’s been especially fond of a character in it recently called ’Rong Zhihao.’"

Ding Yixin’s voice was steady and unhurried, sounding extremely convincing.

In addition, upon hearing the name "Rong Zhihao," the doubts in Rong Zhenqiao’s heart gradually eased.

"Recently, Yuyu really has been a bit tense because of the wedding. It’s my fault for not taking good enough care of him," Ding Yixin continued to "talk nonsense" here, his voice even carrying a hint of guilt.

"I’ll go pick Yuyu up and take him home right now."

Rong Zhenqiao said, "Xiaoyu only came back to the Rong family today."

And now you’re already taking him back again? Could you at least behave like a decent human being?!

...

Rong Zhenqiao pulled a long face as he opened the door for Ding Yixin.

From the moment he hung up the phone to the moment Ding Yixin arrived at the door, not even ten minutes had passed. Yet from Ding Yixin’s place to the Rong family home, even if one drove at breakneck speed, it would still take at least half an hour.

So that phone call just now had clearly been made while he was already on the road!

Looking at Ding Yixin, who was dressed impeccably and looked every bit the refined gentleman, the corner of Rong Zhenqiao’s mouth twitched subtly, his forehead practically covered in black lines.

"..."

Forget it. At the very least, this was someone Xiaoyu liked.

Rong Zhenqiao silently chanted to himself, endure it, just endure it.

He couldn’t let Xiaoyu be upset.

With that thought, after opening the door, Rong Zhenqiao stepped aside and made room for Ding Yixin to enter.

No matter how many thoughts were running through Rong Zhenqiao’s mind, none of it showed on his face.

He still looked calm and steady, as composed as ever.

As for what kind of reaction the eldest brother-in-law had, Ding Yixin did not particularly care.

He had come this time for one purpose only that’s to take his little wife home.

Ding Yixin’s lips moved slightly, as if he smiled faintly, and he nodded at Rong Zhenqiao in greeting.

"I say," Rong Zishan, who had been sitting on the sofa downstairs the whole time after coming back down, frowned in dissatisfaction. He clicked his tongue and looked at Ding Yixin. "Xiaoyu just got back for half a day, and you’re already taking him away? Isn’t that a bit much?"

Ding Yixin glanced at Rong Zishan, then quickly withdrew his gaze.

Immediately after, he looked toward the direction of Rong Xingyu’s bedroom upstairs, and his voice softened noticeably. "Half a day apart feels like three autumns."

Rong Zishan said, "Just talk properly."

Putting on an act now, are you? Don’t you know that people like them who is academic underachievers hate this kind of overly sentimental way of speaking the most?!

Ding Yixin let out a low chuckle, then walked upstairs with practiced ease.

"Xiaoyu might be asleep. Keep your voice down, don’t wake him up," Rong Zishan lowered his voice and reminded Ding Yixin from behind.

The bedroom door was ajar.

Ding Yixin gently turned the doorknob and slowly pushed the door open.