Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 34

Would Tangtang think his kissing skills were terrible?

Leng Li couldn’t stop thinking about how Ruan Tang had gone weak in the knees, her face flushed and heart racing after his brother kissed her. The thought made him fume with jealousy.

Grinding his teeth, he steeled himself and continued kissing her—awkwardly and tentatively.

He really didn’t know what he was doing. If anything, he resembled a little kitten stealing bites of fish—gently lapping here and there without any rhythm.

At first, Ruan Tang’s heart was pounding with nerves. But after a while… she couldn’t help but laugh.

Her pale, delicate hands pushed gently at his chest.

“Stop—it tickles, haha…”

Leng Li instantly deflated, his expression falling into frustration and embarrassment.

“Open your mouth!” he barked in a flustered panic.

Ruan Tang blinked, her lashes fluttering like butterfly wings as she asked in confusion:

“Open my mouth for wh—mmph…!”

He seized the moment when she was mid-sentence and slipped right in.

Clumsy at first, but with each movement he gradually began to understand the technique—quickly growing more skilled.

Her lips were soft and sweet—like holding a piece of candy in his mouth. So sweet, in fact, that his chest tightened and his heartbeat slammed wildly against his ribcage.

Ruan Tang couldn’t breathe again.

What was happening…? Was she really about to be eaten?

Didn’t they say merfolk don’t eat people…?

Wuwuwu… liars!

Her mind spun in dizzy circles. Then she felt a cool hand glide across her waist, sending a shiver down her spine.

Startled, she gave a small jolt and tried to wriggle away.

The bed shook, bumping against the nightstand. A vase on top teetered, lost balance, and crashed to the floor with a sharp clink!

In the stillness of the night, the sound rang out clear and loud.

A second later, the door in the next room slammed open—followed by hurried footsteps approaching.

Only then did Leng Li reluctantly pull away from their feverish kiss.

He dove back under the blanket with expert agility, gave her hand a quick squeeze, and whispered:

“Don’t tell my brother, okay?”

Ruan Tang gasped for breath, still dazed and trying to recover.

Then—knock knock—the door.

“Tangtang, what happened?”

She fought to steady her breathing and tamp down the tremble in her voice.

“N-Nothing! I just bumped into the nightstand.”

From outside, Leng Hao’s voice carried a heavy note of concern.

“Are you hurt?”

“N-No, I’m fine.”

“I’m still worried. Can I come in to check on you? Sorry to intrude—”

Before Ruan Tang could say no, the door creaked open.

Leng Hao flipped the light switch, flooding the room with brightness.

The first thing he saw was Ruan Tang sitting up in bed.

Her nightgown was rumpled, one side slightly slipped down, revealing her slender collarbone and smooth, rounded shoulder—drawing a subtle darkening in his gaze.

He quickly noticed her quickened breathing, and those peach blossom eyes hazy with mist.

A blush bloomed across her cheeks and stretched all the way to the corners of her eyes—a silent, sultry confession.

And then there were those lips: red, plump, and gleaming like fresh petals doused in dew, still glistening from a kiss.

Leng Hao’s breath caught. His voice dropped, hoarse.

“You’re really okay?”

Ruan Tang’s heart was beating so hard she didn’t dare meet his gaze. Guiltily, she glanced toward the slightly raised blanket beside her.

“Y-Yeah, really, Leng Hao-ge, you should go back to sleep. I’m fine.”

But he didn’t respond. He simply walked forward.

With every step he took, her heart climbed higher into her throat.

He stopped at her bedside, lifted her chin with his long fingers, and examined her carefully—his light-golden eyes sweeping her face.

“Your lips are still swollen. Did I kiss you too hard earlier? Sorry. Does it hurt?”

His cool fingertip brushed gently along the edge of her lips. Ruan Tang’s face flushed an even deeper red, like all the oxygen had suddenly been pulled from the room—her head spinning with lightheadedness.

At that moment, Leng Li—still hidden beneath the blanket—seemed to sense the intimate atmosphere.

Annoyed, he lightly scratched the palm of her hand.

Ruan Tang trembled slightly.

Leng Hao caught the movement. “What’s wrong?”

“N-Nothing… I’m just a little sleepy. Leng Hao-ge, you should rest too…”

She tightened her grip on the mischievous fingers under the blanket.

Leng Li wasn’t finished. He leaned closer, and with his sharp little canine, gave her inner thigh a gentle nip.

A soft gasp escaped Ruan Tang’s lips before she could stop it. She clamped a hand over her mouth and shot a panicked glance at Leng Hao.

His golden eyes narrowed dangerously.

For a moment, he said nothing—then straightened, his expression unreadable.

“Alright. Get some rest, Tangtang. I’ll leave you to it.”

He turned toward the door.

Ruan Tang finally exhaled, relief washing over her.

But just as she let down her guard—whoosh—Leng Hao spun back around and yanked the blanket away.

And there, nestled between Ruan Tang’s bare legs, was none other than his own little brother.

In an instant, murderous rage flared in Leng Hao’s eyes—he looked ready to kill someone.

Leng Li was unceremoniously tossed out of the room by the collar of his shirt.

“You bastard! Tangtang likes me! No matter how hard you try to break us apart, it’s pointless!”

Leng Hao kicked him hard, then turned back toward the room and issued one last warning.

“If this little shit comes near you again, call me—got it?”

Ruan Tang was so startled by his fierce expression that she nodded obediently.

“Who’s harassing who?! You’re the one who started this! Hypocrite—why can the governor set fires but the commoners can’t light a lamp?!”
(t/n: This is a Chinese idiom meaning “double standards”)

“Shut up! One more word and I’ll light you like a damn lamp!”

Leng Hao stormed off, slamming his brother’s door behind him so hard that Ruan Tang flinched in shock.

“Wuwuwu… why does it feel like I can’t stay in this house anymore…”

The system agreed solemnly: 【This isn’t a house—it’s a battlefield.】

The very next day—

Lu Chengzhou arrived with a gift in hand and an invitation: he wanted Ruan Tang to stay at the Lu family’s summer villa for a few days.

She agreed on the spot.

Before the Leng brothers even noticed, she didn’t bother packing a thing—just grabbed her essentials and bolted with Lu Chengzhou.

Even once she was seated in the Lu family’s sleek, black luxury car, she kept glancing nervously out the back window.

Only after confirming that no one had followed did she breathe a little easier.

Lu Chengzhou saw her on edge and smiled slightly. He speared a small piece of cake with a golden fork and held it up to her lips.

“Did someone bully you, Tangtang? You left home like a refugee fleeing a war zone.”

Ruan Tang bit into the cake. The sweetness spread across her tongue, and her eyes lit up with delight.

“How did you know?! Wait, can you tell fortunes or something?”

Lu Chengzhou’s lashes lowered as he leaned closer to her ear.

“I told you. Merfolk are nothing but trouble. From now on, be good and stay by my side. No one will dare touch you, understand?”

He had underestimated his rivals.

But now that fate had handed Tangtang into his care—those two idiots from the Leng family could forget about laying a finger on her ever again.

Ruan Tang didn’t pick up on the possessiveness in his words. Instead, she suddenly looked up.

“Lu-xiansheng, can I ask you something?”

“Just call me Chengzhou. Or gege—I like how that sounds.”

Ruan Tang followed along sweetly: “Then… Chengzhou-gege, isn’t your birthday coming up soon?”

According to Tongtong, the male lead of this world would appear at Lu Chengzhou’s birthday banquet. She was already looking forward to it.

Lu Chengzhou caught the spark of anticipation in her eyes, and his heart softened.

“That’s right. It’s next Wednesday. Why—does Tangtang want to give gege a birthday gift?”