Chapter 18#

The car window slowly rose, cutting off the slightly cold air outside, leaving only full warmth.

The night was heavy, but the clouds slowly dispersed, leaving a brilliant starry sky.

The wind was gentle, wrapping a lower temperature unknowingly. Early autumn was moving towards late autumn, and the green trees by the roadside turned yellow day and night.

This night was as quiet as usual.

But Zhao Rong slept very well.

He had slept well these days.

There was no hanging matter of someone possibly coming home at any time every night, nor the worry about when the person he cared about would be in a bad mood.

He was the only one in the whole house. The surrounding cabinets and shelves were full, quietly very lively.

After returning from Lu Xingping’s house, Zhao Rong did nothing, didn’t look at his phone, and fell asleep immediately.

When he woke up, the morning sun was rising in the east. The slightly yellow treetops swayed outside the window, and the sunlight leaking from the curtain gap was bright yellow.

Zhao Rong liked blue. The entire bedroom wallpaper and various furniture were in cool blue tones. Together with the warm sun, it was like silent waves under the daylight.

He raised his hand, reaching for that wisp of sunlight on the wall, slightly clenched his hand, as if trying to catch this insubstantial “wave”.

Naturally, nothing was caught.

Finally, he smiled—so childish.

He got up and washed, finally turned on his phone.

The first thing he saw was several missed calls from Liu Shun last night, and a few messages from others, probably asking him to go out to play again.

He used to go out to play with these friends, firstly to keep some connections for himself, and secondly to fit the playboy identity in the plot, so as to reassure those people in the Chen family.

The plot was about to end, and Chen Zehe couldn’t even protect himself. He had directly exposed it in front of Chen Zehe. Whether to go to such occasions or not now depended entirely on his own will—he had no interest anymore. He just wanted to settle Lu Xingping, the male lead’s white moonlight, and then do what he wanted to do before transmigrating.

He didn’t call, but sent a message to Liu Shun. The general meaning was that there was no need to call him for such occasions in the future, but if he wanted to find him for a meal or drink alone in private, he would still go.

After replying to this message, Zhao Rong naturally looked at other messages in the list.

Further down was the idle chat Fang Zhuoqun would send him on weekdays.

Further down—

Zhao Rong’s movement paused, his curled fingers half-raised, somewhat stunned for a moment.

The person on the other side of the chat box had no remark.

Zhao Rong had never remarked him. Whether it was accounts on various platforms or phone numbers, he remembered them firmly in his mind, paying attention every day. Even if the name changed, he could know immediately, needing no remark at all.

There was only one message from this person: “How is your health? When are you coming home?”

Their last message was a week ago, Zhao Rong sent “When will you be back from out of town”, and didn’t get any reply. Zhao Rong finally asked for the itinerary from Qiao Nanqi’s personal assistant Xiao Wu.

After a week, this person’s “When are you coming home” was listed together with his previous message, revealing inexplicable embarrassment… and strangeness.

If such a message had been sent a month ago, Zhao Rong would probably have been flattered.

Unfortunately.

Zhao Rong suddenly thought of Lu Xingping’s question without an answer before leaving Lu Xingping’s house last night.

—“You said that people in one world are blinded by the immediate pleasure and desire to get free benefits from another world, but in fact, the price paid is huge—do the people in the other world know?”

Lu Xingping didn’t pursue the answer, and Zhao Rong didn’t answer immediately.

But he had always been clear.

Know.

The people in the other world know. Just don’t care.

At the beginning of this year, Zhao Ming had a high fever again. Zhao Rong couldn’t rest assured with other caregivers, so he lived in the sanatorium for half a month to take care of his mother.

When she got better, he returned home. Qiao Nanqi was unaware of this, didn’t know Zhao Ming’s physical condition, and didn’t know how long Zhao Rong had lived in the sanatorium.

This was the first time Qiao Nanqi asked about his health.

Also asked him when to come home.

But these were not important anymore.

Did this person not know that he had already moved out? When he left, things about himself were either thrown away or packed away, and the agreement in the safe was also taken away. It’s been almost a week, didn’t Qiao Nanqi notice?

Thinking about it again, Zhao Rong felt this was too normal—Qiao Nanqi never cared about those trivial matters at home. Usually, even if the hourly worker or Sister Li came, it was him watching and caring. This person treated home like a hotel every day, so how would he know those trivial changes?

Coming to ask him when to come home was abnormal instead.

Perhaps no one took care of those trivial matters these days, and Qiao Nanqi felt troublesome.

This might be considered his negligence.

He only thought Qiao Nanqi wouldn’t care about his moving out, but forgot that as the other party to the agreement, it was better to say hello and deal with the aftermath of those things he handled before.

Money and goods cleared, the principle Qiao Nanqi taught him.

Zhao Rong worded it carefully and replied a few messages to Qiao Nanqi.

“Not going back.”

“We both completed the contents signed in the agreement. I checked, no need to do anything, the agreement has expired.”

“If you are worried, you can let your lawyer check again. Contact me anytime for any extra situations or clause issues, I will cooperate.”

As soon as the message was sent, Zhao Rong stared at the screen, blinked slowly, and smiled silently.

It seemed these sentences were unnecessary.

He used to always think about being good to this person in every aspect, accustomed to handling every detail properly, but forgot that this person was actually much more powerful than him. For such agreement matters, there was no need for him to remind. Qiao Nanqi probably scrutinized it when signing back then. It was just that he never thought about it before. Jumping out of it at this moment, naturally clouds cleared to see the moon.

So he recalled the latest two messages and sent another one.

The message page became—

“Not going back.”

You recalled a message.

You recalled a message.

“I will contact the housekeeping company and those people I have been contacting before to explain the subsequent matters. If there is anything I missed at home, let Xiao Wu or Sister Li contact me, I will go back to get it. I left the key next to the shoe rack at the door, can see it at a glance.”

After sending, Zhao Rong turned off the phone and ignored this matter.

He opened the window, enjoying the morning breeze, sat by the desk and opened the laptop with single-minded devotion.

He searched for a place name—Zhuxi.

That was his hometown in his previous life, before transmigrating.

In this world, everything that the original book didn’t complete or skipped would be automatically completed into a complete world according to the world before Zhao Rong transmigrated.

His hometown, naturally “The Return” couldn’t have written about it.

But he indeed searched out an identical place.