Hearing the words "family," Rong Zhenghao could not help rolling his eyes.
The person had abducted his little brother, who the hell was family with this bastard?
But he also knew that business came first.
Rong Zhenghao let out a heavy snort, straightened his coat and turned to leave.
By the time the three of them reached the living room, they discovered that Rong Zhijian had also returned from the laboratory.
"Well damn, everyone’s really back today," Rong Zishan said as he looked around at the full room.
He clicked his tongue twice, then swaggered over and plopped down on the sofa.
The moment he sat down, however, Rong Zishan suddenly noticed that someone’s sitting posture was even more "uninhibited" than his own.
That person had his legs cocked high, arms folded across his chest and his entire body radiating an air of "I don’t accept anyone."
"Holy shit, who’s this?" Rong Zishan stared at the person’s eye searing outfit.
Meanwhile, Rong Zhenqiao who was seated on the sofa to the other side, lifted his teacup and took a sip before speaking unhurriedly.
"He says that he’s the real Xiaoyu."
Rong Zishan: "???"
"Where did this lunatic come from?" Rong Zishan looked at Rong Zhenqiao in disbelief. "And you just let him in like that?"
The young man sprawled on the sofa like an old lord rolled his eyes exaggeratedly when he heard Rong Zishan’s words. "How many times do I have to say it? I’m the real Rong Xingyu."
As he spoke, he let out a cold laugh. "Letting a fake fool all of you so thoroughly... Tch, a bunch of useless trash."
"Hey, you little bastard..." Rong Zishan had never been cursed to his face like this before and his anger flared instantly.
But Ding Yixin who was sitting beside Rong Zishan narrowed his eyes as he looked at the man.
A dark glint flashed through Ding Yixin’s eyes and his fingers lightly tapping against his leg.
The man’s mannerisms and tone when speaking were extremely similar to the "Rong Xingyu" from his previous dreams.
It’s so similar that they could almost be said to be the same person.
Since that was the case... Then he absolutely could not be allowed to become Rong Xingyu.
A smile appeared on Ding Yixin’s face. There would only ever be one Rong Xingyu and that was his beloved.
Seeing that everyone else seemed completely unconcerned, the young man could not help but grow anxious.
He shouted loudly, "Where’s that impostor? Why don’t you call him out and let him confront me face to face! I want to see whether he still has the nerve to keep shamelessly squatting here!"
Rong Zhenqiao’s expression immediately turned cold. He scolded the young man sharply, "What kind of thing do you think you are? You think you’re worthy of disturbing Xiaoyu?"
"What kind of thing am I?" The young man’s face flushed red as he glared fiercely at Rong Zhenqiao.
But then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he turned his head and cursed, "Fuck! If I’d known, I wouldn’t have messed with it blindly, damn it! Now there’s not even any blood relation!"
The young man’s agitation only intensified.
His gaze swept over everyone present, before suddenly stopping on Rong Zhenghao.
His expression twisted for a brief moment and then, all at once, he calmed down completely.
Looking at Rong Zhenghao with a half smile that wasn’t quite a smile, the young man spoke in a thin squeezed voice, as though it were forced out of his throat: "Second Brother, do you still remember the night after the celebration banquet ended?"
Rong Zhenghao abruptly looked at him, a flash of disgust passing swiftly through his eyes.
How could he not remember?
It was that very night when the person he had always believed to be his "real younger brother" suddenly confessed to him and even slipped some kind of drug into his wine.
It was also that night that Rong Zhenghao became completely disappointed in "Rong Xingyu." So, after he returning from the hospital, he went straight into the production crew.
The next time he saw Rong Xingyu was on his own birthday.
Rong Xingyu had fallen in front of him while smearing cake all over his custom made coat.
Looking at the young man in front of him now, whose appearance was completely different from Rong Xingyu’s, a wave of nausea suddenly surged in Rong Zhenghao’s stomach.
He slowly shook his head. "No, you’re not Xiaoyu."
The moment Rong Zhenghao finished speaking, the smug expression on the young man’s face instantly froze.
The young man wanted to say something more, but Rong Zhenghao haf closed his eyes as if even looking at him for one more second would make him sick.
"I mean, do you really think our brains got crushed by a door or something?" Rong Zishan sneered while looking at the young man’s somewhat ferocious features. "You just flap your lips here and spout nonsense, and we’re supposed to believe you?"
The young man: "..."
"This is really beyond ridiculous. What kind of people are crawling out these days?" Rong Zishan restrained himself and didn’t directly curse him as a "retard."
Still, Rong Zishan couldn’t figure out why Rong Zhenqiao who was usually so cautious would let someone who was clearly full of nonsense and seemed mentally unstable just walk in like this and even call all the brothers back.
When he’d heard on the phone that it was an urgent matter involving Xiaoyu, Rong Zishan’s hand had shaken so badly that he’d almost dropped his phone.
On the way back, he had even broke the speed limit. Great, now a traffic ticket was probably unavoidable.
The disdain in Rong Zishan’s eyes deeply provoked the young man.
His face twisted violently, but when he opened his mouth to speak, it was as if some invisible hand had suddenly clamped around his throat, leaving him unable to utter a single word.
Seeing the young man raise a hand to clutch his own neck, looking as though he couldn’t breathe, Rong Zishan cursed inwardly.