After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain
Chapter 198: Announcement

After he came back to his senses, Rong Fan let out a soft “mm” and changed his shoes before walking in.

Rong Ya saw him coming and smiled, just about to say something—only for a tickle in her throat to bring on a fit of gut-wrenching coughing.

Rong Fan walked over to the table and poured her a cup of warm water. “Drink some water.”

“Thanks, ge.”

Rong Ya smiled with her eyes as she took the cup and soothed her throat. “Ge, did anything interesting happen outside today?”

“A new neighbor moved in.” Rong Fan answered while taking off his white lab coat and rolling up his sleeves, walking into the room.

His gaze swept over the desk, and the medical record book on top caught his attention. He flipped it open casually, finding detailed notes about his meimei’s illness, with all kinds of sticky notes attached beside it—all reminders.

What time to take medicine, what kind to take, massage techniques to relax muscles, even meal plans were written down.

Looking at it this way, his character... should be that of a caring big brother.

Thinking that, Rong Fan lowered his eyes and continued flipping through—only for his fingers to pause slightly at what he saw next.

On the last few pages of the notebook, all he could see were frantic scribbles, chaotic lines that looked like emotional outbursts.

Rong Fan furrowed his brows and turned another page.

When he saw what was written on the paper, his pupils shrank slightly.

On the page, someone had written in large characters—

I’M GOING CRAZY!!

The handwriting had been pressed over and over again, the black ink deeply soaking the paper. Even the next few pages had faint ink stains. It was clear the strokes were extremely forceful, like trying to gouge the words out of the page.

Before Rong Fan could take a closer look, Rong Ya’s voice came from outside: “Ge?”

He quickly snapped out of it, realizing she was talking to him. Hearing the approaching sound of the wheelchair, he instinctively closed the notebook and looked toward the door. “Hm? What’s up?”

Rong Ya wheeled herself to the doorway, her tone puzzled: “What’s wrong? I was talking to you and you didn’t respond.”

Rong Fan smiled lightly, voice sounding natural: “I was just thinking about what to have for dinner and got a bit carried away.”

“Isn’t it too early?” Rong Ya blinked. “Let’s just deal with it when we get back later.”

Get back?

Rong Fan frowned ever so slightly.

It’s already evening—where are we going?

...

Meanwhile, on the eighth floor.

After tidying up her things, Jiang Xi glanced at the time—it was about dinner time.

She was about to just casually grab something to eat when suddenly there was a loud knock at the door. “Pa pa pa!”

Followed by Yang Hongjie’s boisterous voice.

“Jiang Xi! Jiang Xi!!”

“...”

She figured he’d come to ask for a gift, so she quickly scanned the items she brought and picked an unopened bottle of body wash to use as a “gift.”

As soon as she opened the door, she handed it over. “Here. A gift.”

Yang Hongjie’s eyes lit up as he happily accepted it. “Thank you! Jiang Xi!!”

Jiang Xi gave a half-hearted smile and was about to close the door, but Yang Hongjie suddenly reached out and stuck his hand in the door gap.

What the h*ll!

Her pupils shrank as she quickly let go of the door. Looking at his grinning face, the curse she was about to spit out got swallowed back. “What else do you want?”

Yang Hongjie blinked. “I came to call you downstairs.”

Jiang Xi frowned slightly. “Downstairs? Where to?”

“To the first floor, of course.” Holding the body wash, Yang Hongjie gave a bright, enthusiastic smile. “It’s tradition in Peace Tower—before every dinner, everyone has to go downstairs to read the announcement.”

At those words, Jiang Xi narrowed her eyes.

Announcement? Could it be the Peace Tower announcement mentioned in the introduction?

But why does everyone have to read an announcement?

...

“Ge, did you lock the door?” Rong Ya sat in the wheelchair, looking at the man’s back.

“Yeah.” Rong Fan nodded and slipped the key into his pocket, then moved to push her.

But just then, the sound of a door handle twisting came from the next apartment.

Rong Fan froze slightly and instinctively looked up.

When he saw the woman walking out, his heart skipped a beat. He gripped the wheelchair handles a little tighter.

Yu Li noticed them and turned with a raised brow, smiling. “Good evening.”

Even her voice was the same...

Rong Fan’s throat tightened. He tensed up instinctively, even regretting not checking his outfit before stepping out.

He started to raise the corners of his lips, but before the words “good evening” could leave his mouth, he saw the man stepping out behind her—and his expression instantly darkened.

Yu Li didn’t notice his reaction. When Bo Jingmo came out, she naturally hooked her arm around his, tone a little whiny. “Hubby, you’re so slow.”

Bo Jingmo was holding a woman’s jacket. He closed the door, turned around, and looked at her. His cold features held a trace of helplessness. “It’s windy tonight. You’ll be cold when we go back to the rooftop to get the quilt.”

“But I don’t want to wear it,” Yu Li pouted. “It doesn’t go with my dress.”

“You look good in anything.” Bo Jingmo held her hand and coaxed softly. “Let me hold it for now. You can wear it when it gets cold, okay?”

“Fine, thanks hubby.” Yu Li’s eyes curved sweetly as she was just about to tiptoe and give him a kiss.

But then she suddenly remembered there were two other people present and stopped mid-motion, turning to look at them.

She tilted her head slightly, voice curious.

“Aren’t you leaving? Or are you waiting for us?”

The elevator was closer to Rong Fan’s side. She and Bo Jingmo weren’t in the way at all.

Rong Fan tightened his grip on the wheelchair and masked his expression, raising his head with a gentle smile. “Let’s go together. That way we don’t have to wait for two elevator trips.”

“Sure.”

As the woman spoke, her gaze casually swept over Rong Ya in the wheelchair. When she noticed Rong Ya staring at Bo Jingmo, those pretty eyes narrowed slightly. “Rong Ya?”

Rong Ya had been neighbors with Xu Wei for a while and naturally knew this woman’s personality.

Her face froze at the words. She quickly coughed a few times to shift the attention—coughing so hard it was like she was hacking up her internal organs.

Sure enough, the woman frowned. “Tch.”

Her expression was full of disdain. She immediately pulled Bo Jingmo along and strode right past them.

As Rong Fan watched their retreating backs, his eyes were filled with gloom. His lips slowly pressed together.

Until Rong Ya’s voice snapped him out of it. “Ge, let’s head over now.”

Rong Fan nodded and opened his mouth. His voice was a bit hoarse.

“Alright.”