Transmigrated to Another World and Doted on by Everyone!-Chapter 124: Unexpected Confessions and Old Contacts

Chapter 124: Unexpected Confessions and Old Contacts
"Okay," Rong Xingyu said. "Let’s meet another day then."
After hearing that, Rong Xingyu suddenly remembered, Qian Zhijun still didn’t know he and Dr. Ding were together now.
Should he tell Qian Zhijun and the others?
He hadn’t decided yet.
He planned to see the situation when they met face-to-face.
"Alright, alright, go rest now!" Qian Zhijun urged, already reaching to hang up. "See you another day, Xiaoyu!!!"
Before Rong Xingyu could say anything, almost at the exact moment the call ended, a hand reached from behind him.
It pressed the phone screen dark and tossed the phone aside.
"Another day?" Ding Yixin repeated Qian Zhijun’s words, his eyes carrying a strange, dangerous look.
Rong Xingyu looked at him and bit his lip without meaning to.
Earlier, while Rong Xingyu was still on the call, Ding Yixin had already moved close to him, holding the hand that Rong Xingyu wasn’t using and playing with it in a teasing, intimate way.
In the end, Ding Yixin even lowered his head and lightly licked Rong Xingyu’s hand with his tongue.
Rong Xingyu: ...
He shivered all over and almost jerked his hand away as if shocked by electricity.
Honestly, Rong Xingyu began to suspect that Dr. Ding was deliberately causing trouble on purpose.
Rong Xingyu gently held Ding Yixin’s hand.
"I—"
Before he could finish the word, he suddenly felt the world spin around him.
Ding Yixin had pinned him beneath himself.
Rong Xingyu: ???
Both of Rong Xingyu’s hands were now held down against the bed.
He let out a soft, startled sound.
Then he felt Ding Yixin’s kisses land on his forehead, the tip of his nose and his cheeks.
These kisses were fleeting, disappearing the moment they landed.
They carried no overtly intimate meaning, yet they felt more like a lover whispering softly and they made Rong Xingyu’s face flush slightly.
He couldn’t help laughing and squirming lightly to the side as if it tickled.
"Stop it, it’s so ticklish—"
Before he could finish his playful complaint, Ding Yixin reached up, held Rong Xingyu’s chin, and turned his face toward him.
"Mm—"
Ding Yixin kissed Rong Xingyu’s lips.
Rong Xingyu seemed naturally a little slow when it came to feelings.
It wasn’t until this kiss that he realized Ding Yixin was upset.
Although Rong Xingyu didn’t know why Ding Yixin’s mood had suddenly turned sour, he obediently lifted his head and accepted it.
Rong Xingyu’s compliance unconsciously calmed the tension in Ding Yixin’s heart, softening his movements significantly.
After the deep kiss ended, their foreheads rested together.
Ding Yixin’s hands pressed on the bed, holding Rong Xingyu beneath him.
His eyes were like deep dark abysses.
Rong Xingyu looked for just a moment before quickly averting his gaze.
"No... don’t," Rong Xingyu bit his lip and whispered softly, "It still hurts there."
Ding Yixin kissed the corner of Rong Xingyu’s mouth tenderly, his voice low and coaxing. "Is this okay?"
When Rong Xingyu felt a gentle touch to his leg, his face flushed completely.
He closed his eyes and pressed his lips together, neither agreeing nor refusing.
Ding Yixin’s voice grew hoarse.
He leaned close to Rong Xingyu’s ear, as if silently begging him.
"Xiaoyu, just think of me as an old house catching fire. Please, have mercy."
Rong Xingyu could not resist this desperate, pleading tone.
So he nodded slightly without he realized.
...
Tears welled in Rong Xingyu’s eyes as he curled up in the blanket and drifted into a heavy sleep.
Meanwhile, Ding Yixin stood alone on the balcony.
He glanced at Rong Xingyu who slept soundly, then closed the balcony door before lighting a cigarette he had been holding for a long time.
He frowned, taking a deep drag, and watched the smoke rings drift slowly into the distance.
The crimson tip of the cigarette glowed and faded in the night, but Ding Yixin remained motionless.
When the cigarette was nearly finished, he tossed the ash into the nearby ashtray.
He lowering his gaze and looked at the square object in his hand.
It turned out that Ding Yixin had been holding Rong Xingyu’s phone the whole time and casually playing with it in his hand.
His long fingers pressed a few seemingly random buttons and the phone was instantly unlocked.
Then Ding Yixin tapped a few more times and entered a number on the dial pad that looked strange and unfamiliar.
Unexpectedly, the number actually connected and almost immediately, someone picked up.
The person on the other end was clearly impatient.
As soon as the call connected, before Ding Yixin could even speak, they started talking in a rapid excited stream of words.
"Oh my god! Look at who’s calling me! Isn’t this my old friend from China? I must be dreaming! Could it be that he finally remembered his old lover who’s been abroad all these years?!"
Hearing the awkward Chinese and the mocking tone, Ding Yixin pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
He didn’t bother correcting the use of the term "old lover" and simply responded in fluent foreign language.
"Ethan, it seems your Chinese hasn’t improved at all over the years. But how did you know it’s me?"
On the other end, Ethan must have stood up. He shouted loudly, "How dare you ask me that! I only gave this encrypted contact to you, do you understand?! Are all men from China like this? Heartless scoundrel who use someone and throw them away!"
Ding Yixin: ...
Ethan sounded like he was scolding a cheating man and Ding Yixin was apparently the "heartless scoundrel" in question.
Ethan’s voice carried real frustration.
Back then, he had been eagerly waiting for Ding Yixin to contact him again, but for years, Ding Yixin never called this number.
And Ethan had no other way to reach him.
Of course, as one of the world’s best hacker geniuses, he could probably trace Ding Yixin’s contact information, but thinking of Ding Yixin’s cold qnd deadly face from years ago and his ruthless methods, Ethan shivered involuntarily.