Chapter 40 - Deeply In Love With You [Quick Transmigration]

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Chapter 40: Ran Away (2)

 

 

Zong Que's academic track was longer than most, but his performance was exceptional. During his university years, he had already published papers that stirred waves in the medical field. By the end of his third year, he had completed all his credits and was highly sought after by several leading professors.

 

Ultimately, he became the final and most treasured disciple of a renowned professor who had once vowed never to take another student.

 

Being valued was a blessing, but it also meant heavier workloads. As their research progressed, attending elite symposiums and conferences under his mentor's wing became the norm.

 

"You go ahead and eat, I'll take a call," Zong Que told his professor politely, excusing himself toward a nearby emergency exit. He answered the phone, "Hello, Lin Heng?"

 

"Are you still busy?" Lin Heng's voice was even gentler than usual.

 

"Not too busy. I was just about to eat," Zong Que said.

 

"I figured it'd be about time for your meal," Lin Heng chuckled. "Your graduate dormitory approval just came through. It's a single room. My experiments are light these days. Want me to help you move?"

 

"Mm. I'll talk to my current roommates first," Zong Que replied.

 

"When will you be back this trip?" Lin Heng asked.

 

"In five days," Zong Que said. "Do you want me to bring anything back?"

 

"I heard the seafood over there's really good," Lin Heng laughed. "I'm craving some."

 

"Got it."

 

"My dear boyfriend," Lin Heng teased, "since I'm helping you move, can I have a third of your closet?"

 

"Half," Zong Que said.

 

Lin Heng couldn't hold back his laughter. "Thank you, boyfriend. Go have your meal now, and rest well."

 

"Mm, you too," Zong Que said, hanging up and stepping out of the emergency exit.

 

...

 

Clinical medicine branched into many specializations. Outwardly, Zong Que mainly focused on surgery, but medicine as a discipline demanded a holistic view of the human body. Every part needed systematic study and integration. Internal medicine became an area of personal research for him.

 

The system that taught him was indeed ahead of its time. But mastering it required thorough comprehension, along with deep, independent study and experimentation, because what it provided was tailored to this world's current level of technology—never so advanced as to risk destabilizing the balance of society.

 

After all, to the system, even reviving life itself seemed like a basic feature, yet the world it hailed from was, for now, far beyond Zong Que's reach.

 

When the seminar concluded, the seafood Zong Que had picked up stayed neatly packed in the trunk, alongside the purchases of the other professors.

 

"You bringing that back for your young friend?" Professor Liu, seated beside Zong Que, asked with a smile.

 

At first, the older generation had been hesitant about their relationship. But after meeting Lin Heng—a clean, studious, earnest young man just like Zong Que—their unease slowly melted away.

 

"Mm. He likes seafood," Zong Que said.

 

"I'm planning to cook some myself once I get home," Professor Liu chuckled. "But you probably can't cook in your graduate dorm, right?"

 

"We often go to a small restaurant nearby. They let us bring our own ingredients for the chef to prepare," Zong Que replied.

 

"Really? Which place? Sounds like your young friend approves. Recommend it to me too—I'll check it out sometime," Professor Liu said, interested.

 

Zong Que took out his phone and sent over the location. "This one."

 

Professor Liu saved it happily. Zong Que's fingers paused for a moment, then he switched over to a message thread marked by a white cat icon: Leaving now, will arrive by eight tonight.

 

Lin Heng replied quickly: Got it.

 

The drive would take six hours, but it was much more convenient than taking the train. Fastening his seatbelt, Zong Que leaned back and closed his eyes, letting the soft rocking of the ride lull him into a light rest, like many others around him.

 

By the time the car arrived, the sky had fallen completely into night. Zong Que got out, retrieved his things from the trunk, bid farewell to the professors, and took out his phone to call Lin Heng. The line rang for a long time, but no one answered.

 

Zong Que had a copy of Lin Heng's class schedule—and he knew there were no evening classes today. When the call went unanswered, he switched to messaging: I'm back.

 

Carrying his things, he made his way to his new dorm.

 

After verifying his identity, the dorm manager opened the door for him. Zong Que thanked him, pulled his luggage inside, and reached out along the wall to find the light switch—but couldn't.

 

As the door clicked shut behind him and he instinctively reached for his phone, he froze—someone had wrapped their arms around him from behind. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a familiar, gentle voice murmured behind him:

 

"I know you don't like people sneaking up on you. This will be the last time."

 

"Mm," Zong Que replied, pulling out his phone. "Why didn't you turn on the light?"

 

"I was waiting for you," Lin Heng said, hugging his waist tightly. "And I lost track of time. Let's just stay like this a little longer."

 

Three years had passed since they met—long enough for the once-slightly-awkward boy to grow fully into himself. His shoulders had broadened, his waist had slimmed, and he now stood a full head taller than before.

 

"The crabs need to be put away," Zong Que said, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. He could now make out the switch box on the wall.

 

"Later," Lin Heng murmured, resting his chin on Zong Que's shoulder.

 

Though they attended the same university, their time together was often scarce. This time, Zong Que had been away for more than half a month.

 

"Let go," Zong Que said, lightly clasping Lin Heng's wrist.

 

Obediently, Lin Heng loosened his hold, only to be pulled forward into a tight embrace.

 

This face-to-face hug was far more intimate than the one from behind. Lin Heng laughed, wrapping his arms around Zong Que's back. "You speak so little—aren't you afraid I'll misunderstand?"

 

"I'll be more careful next time," Zong Que said.

 

"It's okay. I won't misunderstand," Lin Heng said, resting his head against Zong Que's shoulder and brushing a light kiss across his jaw.

 

This man, though seemingly cold and reserved, had never once ignored Lin Heng's needs, nor ever let him down — except in one regard.

 

Lin Heng kissed him lightly again, and seeing Zong Que offer no resistance, leaned in closer, their breaths mingling:

 

"Zong Que, just holding each other isn't enough anymore."

 

Feeling the teasing kisses at his jawline, Zong Que lowered his head and captured Lin Heng's lips.

 

Fifteen days apart — the body remembered before the mind could catch up. The arms in his embrace trembled as their breathing intertwined, making the kiss deep and lingering, reluctant to break.

 

When they finally parted, Zong Que's breathing was already uneven. Lin Heng, arms still around his shoulders, swallowed hard and whispered, lips brushing his ear:

 

"Hey, fiancé, are you really going to make me wait until after the wedding?"

 

Three years of steady love. Though not yet established in their careers, their academic achievements promised a bright future. The awards from published papers alone were enough for them to settle firmly in this city.

 

Young lovers couldn't hide their feelings. By the second year, Grandma had learned of it, and their wedding was scheduled for when Lin Heng reached the legal marriage age. Although they could only marry abroad, both family and friends already knew of their bond.

 

"Until everything is truly settled, you still have a chance to change your mind," Zong Que murmured, gently tracing Lin Heng's lips with his thumb.

 

In three years, the once sunny and delicate boy had grown into a striking young man, yet the gentle curve of his brows and the pure light in his eyes had never changed.

 

"Who wants that kind of chance?!" Lin Heng exclaimed. The ring on his finger caught a faint glimmer from the window. His breathing was deep, but his tone was firm:

 

"I gave you my whole heart long ago. Who exactly are you saving yourself for, huh?"

 

His clear voice carried a teasing edge. His fingertip, bearing the ring, lightly traced Zong Que's throat, causing it to move slightly under the touch.

 

"Not today. I didn't buy the things we'd need," Zong Que said, steadying his breathing.

 

"I did," Lin Heng murmured, moving in closer, his eyes shimmering with unshed emotion. "When I helped you move, I saw your study materials. You've learned all the theory — shouldn't you be prepared to put it into practice? Thoughtful of me, right?"

 

In the dim light, Lin Heng's features looked like they had been painted by hand — delicate and breathtaking, yet now carrying an almost unearthly allure. His teasing words stirred Zong Que's natural competitiveness, pure yet deeply enticing.

 

"I see," Zong Que said, pulling Lin Heng into his arms and pressing him against the wall for another deep, searing kiss.

 

In the original worldline, Lin Heng had once suffered greatly — but he had not let himself drown in misery. Before he was destroyed and sunk into oblivion, he had made sure those who wronged him paid their dues.

 

When they finally parted, Lin Heng's eyes were heavy with emotion, a misty softness clinging to his gaze. His heart had remained pure from beginning to end, but once he set his sights on something, he never let go easily.

 

Perhaps even he didn't realize it: with so few demands, he had a way of drawing people toward him inch by inch with his gentleness.

 

"What are you looking at?" Lin Heng asked softly, catching his gaze.

 

"Nothing," Zong Que replied, scooping him up effortlessly and laying him on the bed.

 

The faint moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting shifting shadows across the scattered clothes on the floor — and upon the crabs bubbling quietly at the doorway.

 

1314 looked up at the thin clouds drifting past the moon and sighed with feeling: [Poor crabs.]

 

...

 

[System evaluation complete. Mission rating: S-Rank. Task 1 reward: 5 million starcoins earned. Task 2 reward: 5 million starcoins earned. Bonus reward: 5 million starcoins. Total: 15 million starcoins. All have been transferred to your account. Bonus reason: Contributed to major breakthroughs in medical science, benefitting countless lives.]

 

In the blink of a few decades, their marriage had accompanied them until life's very end.

 

After completing his studies, Zong Que first became a surgeon, and later established his own research studio. Supported by his annual research achievements, he rose to become one of the world's foremost figures in medicine.

 

Meanwhile, Lin Heng remained steadfastly in scientific research, eventually earning his doctorate and taking a teaching position at the university, nurturing generation after generation of young researchers.

 

Though life had its frictions and hardships, they lived close to the ivory tower of academia—a place that helped preserve the purity of their hearts. Until the day those clear, gentle eyes finally closed, Lin Heng's gaze had remained bright and tender.

 

But even with all his medical prowess, Zong Que could not halt the inevitable passage of life.

 

Buried together under the same earth, his journey too came to an end.

 

[Host, you did wonderfully this time—another S-Rank evaluation!] 1314 praised.

 

It was rare for a new host to repeatedly achieve an S-Rank score.

 

Even with advance knowledge of events, changing the course of fate required operating strictly within the world's rules—living life step by step, feeling every moment, never rushing ahead. Even a slight slip, and the mission could be lost, swept away by the butterfly effect or the inertia of destiny.

 

[Mm, thank you.] Zong Que remained in the system space, reacclimating to his young, healthy body.

 

Rather, it was the soul drawn back into the body that truly belonged to him.

 

The system's broadcast screen flickered, reflecting a man's sharply sculpted, blade-like features. Yet the enduring calmness in his eyes softened the impact of his appearance, giving his whole being a weighty serenity.

 

[Host, would you like to rest for a while?] 1314 asked. [Because of your outstanding performance, the next world is recommended to be at a higher difficulty. Greater difficulty means greater Starcoin rewards too.]

 

[Mm. I'll rest for three days.] Zong Que said, fingers lightly closing into a fist.

 

An entire lifetime left behind lingering habits and memories. He needed three days to realign his mind and state of being.

 

[Understood. You can adjust the display and layout of the system space however you like.] 1314 said warmly. [Please, relax. No pressure.]

 

Whether or not the host wanted to redeem the lover from that life, the system lacked the power to offer it for now. There was no point in asking for what could not yet be given.

 

[Mm. Thank you.] Zong Que had long grown used to this reality. After reshaping the space into the likeness of a simple room, he stepped onto the treadmill.

 

1314: […]

 

Every day, the host's existence reminded it what a useless system it truly was.

 

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