Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 5

Unfortunately, Lu Jie was too drunk to see straight—people in his vision were all just blurry shadows.

So when he lunged, he missed.

Shen Zhu smoothly twisted his body to shield Ruan Tang, easily dodging Lu Jie’s drunken tackle. Then, with a swift backhanded elbow strike—

He knocked Lu Jie flat on the floor.

Lu Jie’s face turned an alarming shade of green.

Damn it! Why was there a love rival in his hallucination?!

Who the hell was this guy?!

Before long, the thoroughly inebriated Lu Jie was escorted away by the police.

Shen Zhu accompanied Ruan Tang back to her apartment.

Before stepping inside, Shen Zhu glanced at the neighboring unit.

“Tangtang, has the apartment next door been sold?”

Ruan Tang tilted her head. “Someone moved into the left side, but the right side’s still empty. Why?”

Shen Zhu adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, a subtle glint flashing through his phoenix eyes.

His voice was calm but resolute.
“That creep knows where you live. Would it be alright if Gege moved in next door to protect you?”

Ruan Tang quickly waved her hands.
“There’s no need, really. I don’t think that guy meant any harm…”

Shen Zhu narrowed his eyes dangerously.
“Tangtang, do you like him?”

That bastard did have a face most girls would swoon over. But his behavior was reckless—he looked like a complete womanizer.

She couldn’t have fallen for that smooth-talking pretty boy, right?

“O-Of course not!”
Ruan Tang immediately drew a clear line.

“It’s just… I thought he looked a little familiar. And he knew my name… Maybe he knows me from somewhere?”

In truth, Ruan Tang had seen Lu Jie not long ago—on the rooftop, when she’d gone to find Zhou Yi. Lu Jie had happened to be there too.

But she had only paid attention to Zhou Yi at the time and hadn’t looked closely at Lu Jie’s face.

That’s why she hadn’t recognized him.

Shen Zhu’s wariness spiked.

“Could be a stalker. All the more reason I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone. Here’s the plan: I’ll stay over tonight, and move into the unit next door tomorrow.”

Ruan Tang instinctively wanted to decline, but Shen Zhu was firm in his decision.

“But… isn’t that really far from your office?”

Shen Zhu’s expression softened. He reached out and gently ruffled her hair.

“It’s not far. Twenty minutes by car, that’s all. Be good, Tangtang. Listen to Gege.”

Ruan Tang could only nod in agreement.

She looked up at her dependable childhood friend, warmth blooming in her chest, and a sweet smile spread across her lips.

“Thank you, Shen Zhu Gege. You’re the best.”

Shen Zhu’s hand froze in her hair.

A faint blush crept across his porcelain-white cheeks. He quickly raised a hand to cover his mouth and coughed lightly.

“Alright, time to eat. You must be starving.”

—

The next morning.

Zhou Yi arrived at the police station bright and early to pick someone up.

Lu Jie was respectfully escorted out by the officers.

“It was all a misunderstanding—just a big misunderstanding. Young Master Lu, don’t take it to heart. We’ll personally visit to apologize another day…”

After a night sleeping on the cold, hard floor, Lu Jie had sobered up—though his head was still pounding.

He waved them off irritably.
“Alright, enough. Get lost.”

Zhou Yi leaned against the car, his cold and handsome face expressionless, though his voice dripped with sarcasm.
“Heard Young Master Lu went flower-picking last night?”

Lu Jie gave him a sidelong glance, his expression flickering with unease.

That chaotic memory from last night—had it been real or just a drunken hallucination?

It had to be a hallucination, right?

There was no way Ruan Tang actually lived in the same building as him.

Even so, remembering how bold he’d been with her—even in a dream—still left him a little guilty.

After all, she was the woman his best friend liked.

Lu Jie looked away from Zhou Yi’s piercing gaze, accepted the bottle of water handed to him, and took a long drink.

But then Zhou Yi asked,
“Young Master Lu has kept himself clean for years. Who was the lucky flower last night?”

“Pfft—”
Lu Jie nearly spit water all over him.

“Tch. Gross.”
Zhou Yi backed away in disgust.

Lu Jie quickly covered his mouth, eyes darting around.

“What flower-picking? I didn’t do anything last night.”

Zhou Yi sneered.
“Oh? You didn’t do anything and still got thrown in a cell?”

“Enough talking. Drive.”

His car was still at home—he’d gone drinking and hadn’t brought it out—so he had no choice but to have his annoying friend drive him back.

Despite all the jabs, Zhou Yi had clearly cared enough to bail him out first thing in the morning.

They arrived at Lu Jie’s apartment.

As Lu Jie entered the door code, Zhou Yi waited beside him.

Just then, the door of the unit next door swung open.

Out walked a tall, refined young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He exuded a composed, elegant air.

“I’m heading out to grab something. Keep the door locked, and check who it is before opening it, alright?”

His voice was cool, but the affectionate warmth in his tone was unmistakable.

Someone inside seemed to nod in response.

The young man smiled faintly, reached out, and gave the person’s head a gentle pat.

“Good girl.”

Zhou Yi’s brow furrowed.

So early in the morning, and they’re already throwing PDA in his face. He hadn’t even had breakfast yet, and now he was full on dog food.

Just as he was about to look away, he noticed Lu Jie staring at the man with bloodshot eyes—stunned, disbelieving.

“What is it?”

No sooner had Zhou Yi asked than a familiar soft, delicate voice came from inside the apartment.

“Shen Zhu Gege, be careful on the road and come back soon, okay?”

Now even Zhou Yi was stunned.

Lu Jie’s brain completely short-circuited.

“Shit. It wasn’t a hallucination?”

Shen Zhu also noticed the two men loitering next door.

His gaze landed on Lu Jie’s face, and his expression soured—as if he’d just spotted a fly.

“What’s wrong, Shen Zhu Gege?”

Sensing something off, Ruan Tang poked her head out from behind the door.

She was wearing a pink spaghetti-strap nightdress. Her soft, wavy hair draped over her bare shoulders, with a plush hairband perched on her head, revealing her smooth, fair forehead.

She looked freshly washed, her cheeks clean and delicate. Her peach blossom eyes blinked in confusion—utterly adorable.

A tiny crimson tear-shaped mole at the corner of her eye added a hint of sultry charm.

This completely unguarded image slammed into both Zhou Yi and Lu Jie like a tidal wave.

Zhou Yi’s entire demeanor changed in an instant. He strode toward her.

Shen Zhu’s brows knit tightly. He turned to Ruan Tang and said,
“Tangtang, go back inside. No matter what you hear, don’t open the door.”

Then, without waiting for a response, he shut the door firmly.

Ruan Tang hadn’t even seen clearly what was happening before she was pushed back inside.

She blinked at the closed door.

What just happened?

But since Shen Zhu Gege said not to come out, she’d listen.

Maybe he just had some private matters to deal with.

—

Shen Zhu had just opened his mouth to speak when—

Zhou Yi’s fist came flying straight at his face.

Caught completely off guard, Shen Zhu took the punch full on. His glasses clattered to the floor.

Revealing a face both sharp and handsome, icy in its clarity.

He frowned, voice cold and cutting.
“Who are you?”

Zhou Yi’s expression was pitch black, like a demon from the depths of hell. He said nothing, just raised his fists again.

Shen Zhu barely dodged, fury blazing in his chest.

This guy had no honor!

Starting a fight without a single word? And aiming for the face no less?

Where’s the basic decency? Didn’t anyone teach him you’re not supposed to hit the face?!