Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 10

The next day.

Qi Feng locked himself in his room and poured drink after drink down his throat in quiet despair.

“Why… Soft Tang…”

Why give him hope, only to crush it with her own hands?

It was just too cruel.

And yet—even so—he still couldn’t bring himself to give up.

He didn’t understand why Ruan Tang had done what she did, but one thing was clear: he would never let her fall into anyone else’s hands.

—

At the same time, Zhou Yi skipped class for the first time in his life.

He stared at that love letter for a long, long time.

She had to like him, right? Then why had she confessed to another guy?

Was she just toying with him?

No. Ruan Tang wasn’t that kind of person.

She had the clearest, most innocent eyes he’d ever seen—pure and kind. She would never play games like that.

Zhou Yi also remembered how she had rejected Qi Feng.

Something wasn’t adding up.

Was there a hidden reason behind all this?
And if he uncovered that secret… could he make her completely his?

—

Right now, the very Ruan Tang who had both the school prince and the school tyrant wrapped around her little finger was sitting quietly in class, head down, writing something with deep concentration.

“Did you hear? Ruan Tang dumped the school tyrant!”

“No way, seriously? Wasn’t she the one who confessed to him?”

“Yeah, she confessed, then turned around and rejected him! My whole family’s shocked! I’ve never seen Qi Feng make that kind of face!”

“Damn, didn’t expect it—my wife’s a heartbreaker! I love her even more now, what’s wrong with me?!”

“Get lost! She’s my wife!”

The classroom buzzed with gossip, but Ruan Tang didn’t notice a word.

She was completely focused on what she was writing.

“What are you working on?”

A low, pleasant voice sounded right next to her ear, and his warm breath nearly brushed her sensitive skin.

Startled, Ruan Tang nearly fell off her chair.

A strong, slender arm wrapped around her waist, steadying her just in time.

Right in front of her was Lu Jie’s smiling, devil-may-care face.

He had sharp, flirtatious features, and his eyes practically sparkled with charm.

Especially when he looked at her like that—completely focused, deeply affectionate—as if she was the only person in his world.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice pitched low.

Then, like a perfect gentleman, he let her go, his hand no longer lingering on her soft, narrow waist.

Ruan Tang’s cheeks flushed red as she mumbled, “Thank you…”

Lu Jie gazed at her lowered lashes and blushing cheeks, his heart pounding with a wicked thrill.

So cute.

He wanted to eat her up in one bite.

What kind of adorable sound would she make if he sank his teeth in?

Just imagining it drove him crazy.

Ruan Tang squirmed under his gaze. She hesitantly looked up to say something—only to freeze when she got a clear look at his face.

“Y-You! You perv—”

He was the man who’d groped her in the elevator that day!

Lu Jie quickly pressed a gentle hand to her lips, lowering his voice. “Shhh. Keep it down—the professor’s looking this way.”

Ruan Tang blinked furiously, her long lashes fluttering in panic. She looked absolutely adorable.

As her soft lips brushed against his palm, Lu Jie felt a forbidden urge surge through him—and snatched his hand back like he’d been burned.

“Sorry, I was drunk that night. I really didn’t mean to offend you,” he said sincerely. “And I’m not a stalker—I live next door.”

“We’ve actually met before. I’m Zhou Yi’s friend. When you went to the rooftop to look for him, I was right there next to him.”

But… she hadn’t even glanced his way.

Lu Jie’s smile dimmed slightly at the bitter memory.

After hearing his explanation, Ruan Tang relaxed a little, though her guard didn’t completely drop.

She instinctively scooted away and asked in a small voice, “You’re also in the Chinese department? I’ve never seen you in class.”

Lu Jie chuckled, eyes crinkling. “I’m in Finance. I only came today… to see you.”

Ruan Tang blinked her big, dewy eyes in surprise. “See me? Why?”

Then she paused, as if something occurred to her. “Wait—are you trying to get revenge for Zhou Yi—?”

She grabbed the black pen from her desk and pointed it at him, eyes shining nervously.

“D-Don’t come any closer… I-I can fight, you know! I won’t go easy on you!”

Her soft, sweet voice and the way she tried so hard to act tough despite being clearly afraid made Lu Jie’s heart melt.

He raised both hands in mock surrender, lips curling with amusement.

“Silly girl, how could I ever hurt you?”

Just then, the bell rang.

Ruan Tang immediately grabbed her bag and bolted from the classroom.

She moved so fast that Lu Jie didn’t even have time to react—one second she was there, and the next, she was gone.

“Guess I scared her…” he muttered, feeling slightly guilty.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a piece of paper left on her desk.

She must’ve forgotten it.

He picked it up and took a look.

Scrawled across the top in messy handwriting: Battle Plan

Mission One: Zhou Yi. Accepted confession. Mission failed.
Failure reason: Unknown.

Mission Two: Qi Feng. Accepted confession. Mission failed.
Failure reason: Still unknown.

Mission Three: Target unknown.
Failure prevention method: Lower emotional investment in advance.
Mission success rate: 100%! Let’s go!!

A wave of shock surged through Lu Jie’s chest.

As strange as it was, it explained everything—her bizarre behavior, her sudden reversals.

So that’s what’s going on…

His eyes locked onto the words “Target unknown” at the end of Mission Three.

Whoever her next target was, Lu Jie wasn’t going to let them take Tangtang from him.

Now that he knew her secret, he had the ultimate advantage.

And if he turned out to be the next target, even better.

He’d make sure to grab hold of her tightly—so tightly she’d never be able to leave.

He wouldn’t give her the chance to move on to the next guy.

—

Just as Ruan Tang dashed out of the classroom, her phone rang.

It was Shen Zhu.

“Tangtang, class is over, right? I’m waiting for you outside the school gates.”

Last night, Shen Zhu had called to ask how the confession went.

Once he heard it didn’t go as expected, he finally let out a breath of relief—and even comforted her gently.

“If that punk turned you down, that’s his loss. Don’t be sad, Tangtang. There are plenty of guys out there with working eyes.”

Ruan Tang hadn’t had the heart to tell him the truth. She’d just softly thanked him.

When she reached the school gates, she saw Shen Zhu leaning against his sports car, scrolling through his phone.

He wore a low-key charcoal gray suit, tailored slacks hugging his long legs. He exuded a cool, restrained elegance.

Beneath his gold-rimmed glasses, his aloof phoenix eyes were absolutely captivating. The expensive watch on his wrist and polished cufflinks gleamed in the sunlight.

Several girls nearby stopped in their tracks, throwing him admiring looks.

It was Ruan Tang’s first time seeing him dressed so formally.

She glanced down at her own casual outfit—white fuzzy sweater and plaid skirt—and hesitated a little before walking over.

“Brother Shen Zhu.”

The cold air around Shen Zhu instantly softened the moment he saw her. He raised a hand and gently patted her soft hair.

“Tangtang.”

Ruan Tang shyly fiddled with the fluffy pom-pom on her sweater. “Where are we going today, big brother?”

“My parents just got into T City. They’ve missed you. Let’s go have dinner with them, alright?”