Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 16

Qi Feng carefully settled Ruan Tang on the back of his motorcycle, handling her as if she were some rare, delicate treasure.

Then, as if pulling off a magic trick, he produced a bright pink helmet and gently fastened it on her.

When he reached up to tuck her stray hair behind her ear, his hands were trembling ever so slightly.

As though he was afraid that his rough palms might hurt her soft, delicate skin.

Ruan Tang had been a little nervous at first, but seeing him even more tense than she was somehow calmed her down.

She even let out a giggle.

“Why is the helmet so cute?”

Dressed head-to-toe in black, riding an all-black bike, he’d somehow pulled out a ridiculously out-of-place bubblegum pink helmet.

The contrast was… jarring. Comically so.

Qi Feng was every inch the rebel in his black tee and cargo pants. As he leaned in to adjust her hair, a silver cross pendant swung before Ruan Tang’s eyes.

He gave a sheepish smile.

“Ever since the day I met you, I’ve wanted to take you for a ride. So, I bought one I thought would suit you.”

Ruan Tang’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.

“You bought it… just for me?”

Qi Feng turned his face away, his ears flushed red.

“The back seat of my bike isn’t just for anyone.”

“Only you. Got it?”

Ruan Tang froze for a beat, then her eyes curved into a soft smile.

“Thank you, Qi Feng-gege.”

He really was a good guy.

Which only made the guilt twist tighter in her chest. She remembered what she’d done—how she’d hurt this good guy.

“I’m sorry… about before…”

A flicker of sadness passed through Qi Feng’s eyes, but he still reached up and gently patted her helmeted head.

“I’m sure you had your reasons. I trust you.”

This towering, sharp-eyed man—so fierce and untamed—wore an expression of surprising tenderness.

It softened something deep in Ruan Tang’s heart.

“Tangtang!”

A voice called out from the distance, anxious and urgent.

Zhou Yi and Lu Jie had shaken off their pursuers and caught up.

“Tch. Persistent bastards.”

Qi Feng scowled and tore his gaze away. He swung his leg over the seat.

“Be good, Tangtang. Hold on tight.”

Ruan Tang obediently reached out and wrapped her arms around his trim waist.

Her fingers brushed against something firm.

Abs.

It was her first time actually touching a man’s abs. Just like the books said—firm and sculpted, block by block.

Curious, she gave them a little prod.

Qi Feng’s entire body tensed. He almost lost control and slipped off the bike.

“Ahem—Tangtang… you can, uh, touch them later.”

His face flushed all the way to his neck. He couldn’t even get the words out straight.

Her soft little hands explored his front so innocently, with not even a hint of seduction—yet he felt like he was going to lose it right there.

Realizing what she was doing, Ruan Tang flushed crimson and buried her burning face into his back.

“S-Sorry!!”

But that only made her soft curves press even closer against him.

Qi Feng clenched his jaw, shoving down the heat rising under his skin.

“Hold on tight.”

“I drive fast, but I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“If you’re scared, just close your eyes. Trust me.”

Lu Jie had just reached the roadside in time to see the black motorcycle roar away.

The girl he couldn’t stop thinking about was clinging tightly to Qi Feng’s waist, not even turning back once.

His hands curled into fists at his sides, knuckles taut.

Zhou Yi, meanwhile, stood still, eyes cold as he watched the bike vanish down the road. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lip, looking grim.

They had once been the closest of friends.

Now, silence stretched between them like a chasm. Neither spoke.

…

The black motorcycle tore through the city and pulled into a heavily guarded estate.

Armed guards in uniform stood at attention, bowing respectfully as Qi Feng passed.

“Young Master.”

Qi Feng didn’t stop. He rode straight up to the front entrance.

Then climbed off and carried Ruan Tang inside.

Her face flushed. With so many bodyguards around, being held like this was seriously embarrassing.

“Qi Feng-gege, I can walk on my own…”

“No way.”

He looked down at her, those sharp, dangerous features softened by a faint smile.

“You hurt your leg, remember? Let gege carry you.”

His tone was gentle, almost coaxing—like talking to a child. It only made Ruan Tang’s cheeks burn hotter.

She clutched at his shirtfront, pouting.

“It’s just a scrape, not like I’m crippled or anything.”

Qi Feng swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

She probably didn’t realize just how seductive that pout looked on her glossy, full lips.

It was testing every ounce of his self-control.

If it weren’t for the eyes watching them from every direction, he would’ve kissed her already—deep and hard.

Ten minutes later.

Ruan Tang sat on a plush leather sofa, a first-aid kit on the table beside her.

Qi Feng knelt on one knee in front of her, head down, brows furrowed in concentration, lips pressed tight as he carefully disinfected her wound.

“Does it hurt?”

Every time he moved to the next step, he’d pause to ask her, worried his rough hands might harm this soft little treasure.

Ruan Tang shook her head.
“It really doesn’t hurt. You don’t have to be this gentle, Qi Feng-gege. You can be a little rougher if you want…”

“I’m strong. I might hurt you.”

“It’s okay. You can use more strength if you want.”

Her sweet, soft voice was almost criminally obedient.

Qi Feng’s heart practically melted.

And those words… had some very suggestive undertones.

His throat went dry.

His eyes dropped to her pale, slender thigh. The hem of her pleated skirt had ridden up just slightly.

He tried not to look—but that smooth white skin kept drawing his gaze.

His whole body ran hot.

He forced his voice low and steady.
“If it hurts, tell gege, okay?”

Ruan Tang replied sweetly, “Okay.”

Once he finished treating her wound, Qi Feng stood up.

Ruan Tang braced her small hands on either side of her, tilting her dewy eyes up at him.

“Thank you, Qi Feng-gege.”

“Don’t mention it.”

He stared down at her—then suddenly leaned in, bracing his hands on either side of her head, trapping her between the sofa and his body.

His voice dropped, rough and serious.

“What did that bastard Zhou Yi do to you?”

When he’d kicked the door open, Zhou Yi had been way too close to her.

That distance—like he was about to kiss her.

No. Maybe he already had.

Just thinking about it made violent thoughts roar through Qi Feng’s head.

He wanted to rip that bastard limb from limb.

Ruan Tang shifted back, uncomfortable.

But Qi Feng leaned in even closer, giving her no space to escape.

His long, jointed fingers traced her lips—soft, full, and terribly inviting.

He asked low and rough, “Did he kiss you? Here?”

Ruan Tang turned crimson.

“He didn’t…”

Qi Feng let out a slow breath, visibly relieved.

But he still didn’t move.

His calloused fingertips trailed from her lips, to her cheek, the corner of her eye, and finally her brow.

Like a jealous, paranoid husband, checking her inch by inch.

“What about here? Or here?”

Ruan Tang’s face was burning so hot it could boil water. Her glossy peach blossom eyes welled with mist. She was too flustered to speak, just biting her lip and shaking her head.

Finally, Qi Feng’s fingers slid to her delicate, cherry-sized earlobe.

He asked softly, like it was just procedure—
“Here?”