Transmigrated to Another World and Doted on by Everyone!-Chapter 142: Lucky Kiss

Chapter 142: Lucky Kiss
Rong Xingyu’s face instantly changed.
He snapped his head up and looked at Rong Zishan. "Fourth Brother, no!"
Even though he didn’t know the exact rules, Rong Xingyu could already guess that the "test" his fourth brother talked about was obviously letting the two of them race.
"It’s too dangerous!" Rong Xingyu disagreed immediately.
He squeezed Ding Yixin’s hand, looking worried and anxious.
He hoped Ding Yixin would refuse Rong Zishan.
It wasn’t that Rong Xingyu was being biased, but his fourth brother was a professional racer and he was very familiar with this track.
So Rong Xingyu naturally worried more about Ding Yixin’s safety.
If Dr. Ding lost to his fourth brother, that would be normal. But what if something happened during the race?
These two people, one was his family, the other was his lover and future family.
If anything happened to either of them, Rong Xingyu felt he would never be able to bear the consequences.
He shook Ding Yixin’s arm anxiously. "Can we not race? Please?"
Ding Yixin turned his head and saw Rong Xingyu’s wide, round eyes filled with open worry.
His heart softened completely.
He raised his hand and gently touched Rong Xingyu’s cheek. His voice was soft. "It’s okay. I’m confident."
Rong Xingyu froze.
He stared at Ding Yixin and saw his own reflection in the man’s eyes.
Since Dr. Ding said he was confident, Rong Xingyu would believe him.
Their eyes met and Rong Xingyu felt the anxiety in his heart slowly settle.
He nodded slowly.
Rong Zishan who is standing beside them, felt as if he had just eaten eight pounds of lemons, it’s so sour that he could die.
Why wasn’t Xiaoyu worried about him at all?!
Rong Zishan cleared his throat loudly, trying to drag Rong Xingyu’s attention back.
When Rong Xingyu finally looked at him, Rong Zishan complained sourly, "Xiaoyu, why aren’t you worried about your fourth brother?"
Rong Xingyu: "..."
Rong Xingyu said helplessly, "Fourth Brother, you are already the strongest and most professional racer. I know you won’t have any problems."
Hearing Rong Xingyu praise him as "the strongest and most professional," Rong Zishan instantly showed a big satisfied grin, like someone happily petting a cat’s fur in the right direction.
He even let out two smug laughs.
But when he looked at Ding Yixin again, he put away the smile and his expression turned challenging.
He crossed his arms and said lazily, "To keep things fair, we’ll use these two normal sports cars. That way no one can say I bullied someone."
As he spoke, Rong Zishan held up two fingers. "Two laps around the track. Whoever is faster wins."
A deep shadow flashed in Ding Yixin’s eyes.
He nodded slightly. "Okay."
"I won’t go easy on you later," Rong Zishan warned, then walked toward the cars.
Ding Yixin looked at his back and said, "We’ll compete fairly... little brother-in-law."
Hearing the last three words, Rong Zishan stumbled so hard he almost fell face-first onto the car hood.
He turned his head, furious, and shouted, "What the hell! Are you crazy?!"
Rong Xingyu: "..."
For the first time, Rong Xingyu thought his fourth brother actually made sense.
He looked at Ding Yixin with a face full of black lines, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say.
Ding Yixin bent his finger and gently tapped Rong Xingyu’s nose. He smiled and said, "He called me ’little sister-in-law,’ so shouldn’t I call him ’little brother-in-law’?"
"As long as you’re happy," Rong Xingyu muttered.
Seeing the mixed expression on Rong Xingyu’s face, Ding Yixin’s smile grew deeper.
He squeezed Rong Xingyu’s hand gently and said in a low voice, "Trust me."
Rong Xingyu nodded obediently, his eyes full of trust when he looked at Ding Yixin.
Ding Yixin leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Rong Xingyu’s forehead. Then he let go of Rong Xingyu’s hand and walked toward the other sports car.
After sitting in the driver’s seat and gripping the steering wheel, feeling the familiar weight, the passenger door beside him was suddenly pulled open from the outside.
It was Rong Xingyu.
He had run after him, opened the door, and slipped into the passenger seat in one smooth movement.
With a loud bang, he shut the door, bit his lower lip, and lowered his head to fasten his seat belt.
Ding Yixin was stunned for a moment.
He looked at Rong Xingyu, who was nervously grabbing the belt, but still lifted his head to look at him.
Ding Yixin’s Adam’s apple moved. His voice was slightly hoarse. "Yuyu... what are you doing?"
"I want to stay with you," Rong Xingyu said with a small smile. "Let me go with you."
Ding Yixin looked at him and his gaze turning darker and deeper.
For a moment, he really wanted to grab Rong Xingyu’s face and kiss him hard.
But he couldn’t.
He knew Rong Xingyu’s face always turned red when they kissed, the corners of his eyes would get tinted with a tempting color, and he would make soft helpless sounds that could make anyone lose control.
His lover looked far too delicious like that.
Ding Yixin would never allow anyone else to see that side of him.
But Ding Yixin didn’t expect that the next second, Rong Xingyu would suddenly unbuckle his seat belt and lean toward him.
Ding Yixin felt the soft touch on his lips, just a quick brush and then it was gone.
Rong Xingyu’s sweet and warm lips left almost immediately.
Ding Yixin’s hand on the steering wheel tightened violently.
The veins on the back of his hand almost popped.
And Rong Xingyu who is completely unaware of how serious the situation was blinked at him playfully and smiled brightly.
"Lucky kiss~!"
Ding Yixin: "..."
Ding Yixin purposely turned his face to the side, but his voice had already turned completely hoarse. "Yuyu, put on your seat belt."
Rong Xingyu had not expected such a strong reaction from just one "lucky kiss."