Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 13

Qi Feng twirled a black fountain pen in his fingers, his expression dark and dangerous. His cold, biting voice sounded like it was being forced through clenched teeth.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Qi-ge,” the lackey stammered, clearly nervous. “I heard Ruan Tang is chasing him now. She even made him a cute breakfast this morning and was asking around campus looking for him.”

The air around Qi Feng instantly dropped several degrees.

A “cute breakfast.”

He let out a low laugh, grinding his teeth.
“So what? Ruan Tang brought me lunch once too.”

The lackey, unaware he was digging his own grave, blurted out,
“Sure, but that was just a bag of snacks from a convenience store. What she made for Lu Jie was completely different. She cooked it herself! And put it in this pink bento box with little heart stickers all over it…”

Crack.

The pen in Qi Feng’s hand snapped in two.

The tall, black-clad youth radiated defiance as he suddenly rose to his feet and kicked the corner of the desk hard, the edge creaking under the blow.

“Move.”

The lackey jumped, voice shaking: “Go… go where?”

Qi Feng’s lips curved in a dangerously calm smile.
“To breakfast.”

—

When he arrived at the doorway of the finance department lecture hall, he ran into someone else with the same stormy look on his face.

Zhou Yi.

Clearly, he’d just gotten the same news and rushed over in a hurry.

The two locked eyes at the entrance—and instantly, mutual hostility flared.

Qi Feng couldn’t help taking a jab.

“Well, if it isn’t our illustrious campus prince Zhou. This isn’t the history department. What are you doing here?”

Zhou Yi shot him a cold glance.
“I could ask you the same, Prince Truancy. Do you even remember what department you belong to?”

“That’s not the point,” Qi Feng sneered. “What is the point is—I could’ve sworn our beloved campus prince has never been confessed to, right?”

The blow landed.

Zhou Yi’s expression twitched, and his eyes turned sharp as blades, a chill radiating off of him.

But instead of lashing out, he chuckled darkly and retorted with a sneer.

“And? Still better than someone who gets confessed to one day, only to be dumped the next.”

Despite his usual aristocratic air, Zhou Yi’s words came cold and sharp, like something drawn from the blade of a dagger.

“Pathetic stray dog.”

Qi Feng exploded.

Just as he was about to throw a punch, a slow, teasing voice interrupted lazily from the side.

“My, my… such a passionate lover’s spat, so early in the morning?”

Both Qi Feng and Zhou Yi recoiled in disgust.

Enter: Lu Jie.

His chestnut hair was carefully styled, giving his fair skin an even paler glow.

His narrow, foxlike eyes sparkled with amusement, and it was obvious he’d slept well the night before.

Unlike the two men beside him—both of whom had the dark circles of a sleepless night under their eyes.

And yet, the easy, smug smile on Lu Jie’s face made him instantly unbearable.

“Just kidding,” he said breezily, brushing past them. “But you’re blocking the way. It’s my turn now.”

The implication behind those words was clear.

Both Qi Feng and Zhou Yi froze.

Qi Feng couldn’t hold back his fury.
“What the hell are you so smug about? You seriously think Ruan Tang’s feelings for you are real?”

Zhou Yi added icily,
“Lu Jie, I’ve known you for years. I never realized you were this delusional.”

But Lu Jie was in too good of a mood to care. He merely shrugged.

“The barking of sore losers is really grating, you know?”

“You son of a—”

Qi Feng’s temper flared again, but before he could move, a soft, hesitant voice cut through the tension.

“Um… excuse me…”

Three strikingly handsome young men turned in unison to look at the girl standing nearby.

Ruan Tang stood there, cheeks flushed pink, clearly uncomfortable under their gaze. The porcelain skin of her face gradually turned a deeper red, like a ripening cherry—irresistibly sweet.

Her voice was soft as she asked,
“I… I have something I’d like to say to Lu Jie in private. Could I borrow him for a moment?”

She’d thought it over long and hard the night before.

She still didn’t understand why Lu Jie, despite claiming not to like her, refused to outright reject her confession.

So she’d decided to ask him directly—and if she had to, she’d lay all her cards on the table.

She was done playing safe. As long as she completed the mission, she’d use whatever means necessary.

To show her sincerity, she’d even gotten up early to cook breakfast for him, hoping it would soften his heart.

【Tongtong, if I fail again this time, I’m seriously quitting for good!】

The system hurried to console her.

【You won’t! You’ve got this!!! Tangtang is way too cute—just speak from the heart, and he’ll definitely say yes!】

At the same time, Zhou Yi and Qi Feng—misreading her shy, blushing face—assumed she was about to confess to Lu Jie again.

Jealousy surged through their veins like wildfire.

Zhou Yi was the first to act. He reached out and grabbed her slender wrist, his voice urgent and filled with pain.

“Tangtang, why him? I thought you liked me!”

Ruan Tang blinked up at him, startled like a frightened bunny. Her voice trembled.
“I… I never said that—”

Before she could finish, another strong hand grabbed her other wrist.

“Ruan Tang, you confessed to me yesterday and I accepted. That makes you my girl now. Come with me!”

Ruan Tang’s eyes went red with panic.
“N-no, I can’t! I still have something I need to do—”

Suddenly, a powerful force yanked her away—and she landed squarely in someone’s warm, steady embrace.

The faint scent of men’s cologne drifted over her, and a toned arm wrapped securely around her front, muscles taut under the fabric.

Above her head came Lu Jie’s playful, teasing voice—but the look in his eyes was cold and sharp.

“Can’t you see you’re making her uncomfortable?”

Then, right in front of the other two men, he gently ruffled Ruan Tang’s hair with all the casual tenderness in the world.

“That lunchbox you’re holding—is it for me? I saw my name written on it.”

Ruan Tang lit up instantly. She turned around in his arms and looked up at him, her eyes sparkling like sunlight on water.

“Yes! I made it myself. I hope you like it!”

To Zhou Yi and Qi Feng, that smile was like a knife to the gut. It cut so deep they forgot how to breathe.

But what came next—was like salt poured straight into that open wound.

Seeing how well the moment was going, Ruan Tang beamed even brighter.

“Lu Jie, I said it yesterday, and I’ll say it again—I like you. Can you give me your answer today?”

Why?

Why him?

Zhou Yi and Qi Feng stood frozen, their eyes burning with jealousy and rage, their expressions as dark as a stormcloud.

But what shocked them most—

Was Lu Jie’s response.

He took the pink bento box from Ruan Tang’s hands. His gaze was full of affection, his voice warm.

But he didn’t say what they’d both expected—what they’d dreaded.

“Thank you for the gift, Tangtang. As for my answer…”

“Let’s talk about it another day. Okay?”