Transmigrated to Another World and Doted on by Everyone! Chapter 221: Eternal Love

Rong Xingyu was dressed in a pristine white ceremonial suit.

The suit had been entirely handmade by a renowned master craftsman. It was the sa style as the pure black suit Ding Yixin was wearing, perfectly accentuating Rong Xingyu’s figure and temperant, making him look exceptionally flawless.

Rong Xingyu linked arms with Rong Zhenqiao and walked down the red carpet, while Ding Yixin stood waiting at the far end of it.

Even though there was still so distance between them, their gazes had already t long ago.

When Rong Xingyu finally stood before Ding Yixin, the smile on his face grew even brighter.

Before the priest, the two of them vowed eternal loyalty to one another.

When it ca ti to exchange rings, Rong Xingyu subconsciously looked around.

Rong Zhenqiao’s usually cold and stern features had already softened.

He gave Rong Xingyu a slight nod with a smile evident in his eyes.

Rong Zhenghao, Rong Zhijian, and Rong Zishan were also smiling at Rong Xingyu.

They had pushed aside their work early, all to co and witness one of the most important monts of Rong Xingyu’s life.

Looking to the other side, Qian Zhijun and Yue Yeqiao were holding hands, their cheeks and eyes red with excitent.

Zeng Youzhen was the sa.

And nearby, Ye Shiyuan seed to be crying.

Lan Yan was no longer acting awkwardly.

He nodded toward Rong Xingyu as well.

Rong Xingyu suddenly smiled.

Whether it was smiles or tears, all of it was so sincere.

Everyone was genuinely happy for his happiness.

As he kept smiling, Rong Xingyu could not help but feel tears welling up in his eyes.

He finally looked into Ding Yixin’s eyes and said solemnly word by word.

"I do."

Cheers erupted all around them.

At today’s wedding venue, there was only one kind of flower that was specially chosen by Rong Xingyu.

Ding Yixin and Rong Xingyu embraced and kissed amid a sea of lisianthus.

May one find a single devoted partner and grow old together without ever parting.

The flower language of lisianthus, which ans eternal love.

...

In the Country A, there was such a quiet city.

Trams traveled through the narrow streets and buildings of all different styles lined both sides of the road, flashing past one after another outside the windows.

An old fashioned horse that was drawn carriages carried curious tourists through the square, the sound of hooves striking the stone pavent producing crisp clopping sounds.

As lodious bells rang out and a flock of white doves took flight from the square in front of the church.

Faced with such a scene, it was difficult not to feel as though one had stepped into a fairy tale.

Yet at this mont, many people in the square had their attention drawn to a tall slender youth with delicate features.

He was wearing a khaki duffle coat with horn buttons and a plaid wool scarf that just covered part of his chin.

His eyes were round, adding an extra touch of cuteness to his youthful appearance.

With both hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, the young man was intently watching the white doves in the square with a faint smile resting on his face.

Both his hair and eye color were a mysterious black, making him stand out slightly among the surrounding people with blond hair and blue eyes.

Even without being especially fascinated by the exotic charm from the distant East, the people around him still could not resist the outstanding aura he naturally carried.

So bold Westerners directly approached the delicate doll like youth from the East to strike up a conversation.

The young man spoke foreign languages very fluently and his accent sounding especially pleasant to the ear.

But when the other party made his intentions clear, the youth rely smiled and shook his head.

He took his left hand out of his pocket, showing his fair and slender fingers while gently swaying a few tis in front of the man.

On the young man’s ring finger was conspicuously a silver white ring.

"Sorry, I’m already married."

The man’s face instantly fell and he muttered a few words under his breath in dissatisfaction, sothing along the lines of "what a sha."

Yet when he looked back at the young man’s face, the itch in his heart was still difficult to suppress.

"So what if you’re married? I’m very good at what I do, I’ll definitely make you feel good," the man said shalessly, giving the youth what he thought was a charming wink. "Are you sure you don’t want to give it a try, sweetheart?"

Rong Xingyu: "..."

So this person was openly inviting him to cheat???

However, before Rong Xingyu could say anything, a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

In the next second, Rong Xingyu was pulled into soone’s embrace.

Sensing the familiar aura coming from the person behind him, Rong Xingyu unconsciously relaxed his body and leaned into Ding Yixin’s arms.

With Ding Yixin by his side, Rong Xingyu’s mindset imdiately shifted and he even started to feel a bit like he was watching drama unfold.

"Excuse , what exactly are you asking my wife to try?" Ding Yixin ca to a stop beside Rong Xingyu, looking at the man in front of him as a dark glint flashed through his eyes.

The four words "my wife" were deliberately emphasized by Ding Yixin, sounding as though they were squeezed out between clenched teeth.

Hearing Ding Yixin’s standard accent, the man initially thought he was a local.

But when he got a clear look at Ding Yixin’s face, the man froze on the spot.

The impatience in his eyes instantly turned into amazent.

The man stared sowhat obsessively at Ding Yixin’s facial features and his distinctive long hair. "Or maybe... the three of us together could..."

Rong Xingyu who had still been watching with interest from the side: "???"

Looking at this man who clearly had no sense of self preservation, Rong Xingyu’s expression gradually shifted from disbelief to sympathy.