Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 42

He had never been a man ruled by impulse.

In past missions, there had been all kinds of beautiful women as targets. He had never spared them a second glance, let alone felt the urge to touch or embrace them.

To him, a mission target was no different from a corpse.

Because he had never failed.

Anyone who ended up on his list was destined to become a cold, lifeless body in the end.

So how could he possibly develop any interest in someone already marked for death?

And yet, this woman named Ruan Tang had broken his rule.

Good thing the girl had fainted—otherwise, she would probably be crying in fear right now.

…Or maybe not.

The man known as Ren thought back to the scenes he had witnessed last night, his gaze flicking to the ambiguous marks along the side of Ruan Tang’s neck. His brows furrowed in displeasure.

This girl seemed to have “experience.” Whether she could really be scared was another matter entirely.

Why, then, did he feel this irritated?

…Damn it.

“Bastards! So many security guards, and you let a young woman disappear right under your noses! What the hell are you all doing?!”

Lu Chengzhou exploded in rage, sweeping all the cups on the table to the floor with a vicious swipe.

Bai Jing stepped forward at just the right moment, feigning gentle concern as she soothed him.

“Chengzhou, don’t get worked up. Let’s call the police first and let the professionals handle it. I’m sure they’ll find Miss Ruan Tang.”

Inwardly, she sneered. By the time they find her, it’ll probably be a cold corpse.

But Lu Chengzhou caught something off about her tone. His eyes turned sharp and venomous.

“Call the police? Why call the police?”

Startled by the look in his eyes, Bai Jing blurted out instinctively:

“Isn’t Miss Ruan Tang missing? She might have been kidnapped, so of course we should—”

Lu Chengzhou gave a low, cold laugh.

“She’s only been out of contact for less than thirty minutes. Most people would think she just got lost, or went somewhere and lost track of time.

So why are you so quick to call it a disappearance—and even a kidnapping? Could it be… you planned this?”

Even he hadn’t thought along those lines at first. He’d assumed she had simply gotten lost, maybe forgotten her phone, so she hadn’t contacted him.

But Bai Jing’s suspicious attitude told him there was far more to this.

“It wasn’t me! I didn’t—”

She didn’t get to finish before Lu Chengzhou’s hand clamped hard around her throat, his expression as merciless as a demon crawling straight out of hell.

“Confess. Or I’ll make sure your grandfather buries a child before his time.” (t/n: It refers to the tragedy of an elder burying a younger family member.)

Bai Jing struggled in terror, desperately looking around for help.

“Help… me—”

But most of the guests had already scattered. The only ones left were Lu family members, along with the Leng brothers—closely connected to Leng Li—who made no move to intervene. In fact, their expressions said they would gladly take Bai Jing’s place in delivering her torment.

Bai Jing’s knees buckled in fear.

Lu Chengzhou was serious—if she didn’t confess, she might not leave this place alive.

“…T-the back mountain… there’s an abandoned house. I bribed a skilled killer to take Ruan Tang there… to torture her, then kill her…”

Lu Chengzhou’s face turned terrifyingly dark.

He flung Bai Jing—now limp with fear—to the floor and bolted for the door.

Leng Li was already ahead of him, rushing out, while Leng Hao stomped his feet in fury and cursed at Lu Chengzhou.

“This is all your fault! Playing around with women and dragging Tangtang into danger!”

Lu Chengzhou’s face was a stormcloud.

“I’ll make her pay dearly for this.”

Even if it meant offending Old Master Bai, she had touched his reverse scale—something no one survived doing.

“Tie her up and lock her away. I’ll deal with her later,” he ordered.

“Should we call the police?” one of his men asked.

“Sending her to prison would be letting her off easy,” Lu Chengzhou said coldly. “I’ll make her wish she were dead.”

Bai Jing’s vision went black as she collapsed into despair.

When Ruan Tang woke, she found herself lying on a bed, all four limbs bound so tightly she couldn’t move.

Her mind was still foggy. Was this a dream?

“You’re finally awake.”

The voice came from the man sitting by her bed.

He had sharp, broken brows and strikingly handsome features—deep-set, dangerously sensual. A cigarette hung loosely from the corner of his lips.

When he looked down at her, there was something else flickering in his gaze that even he might not have recognized.

“This dress suits you.”

His low laugh was magnetic, making her cheeks heat.

The dress wasn’t especially short, but in her current bound position, with limbs forced apart, the skirt seemed far too inadequate.

Pale skin, smooth as porcelain, was left exposed in swaths—inviting the urge to stain it with one’s own color.

Dark, unhinged thoughts surfaced again in Ren’s mind.

He wanted to bully her, ruin her, make her cry and beg—until she could only look at him, and him alone.

He sat on the edge of the bed, cigarette between long, elegant fingers, and tilted her delicate face up with a smile.

“Why so quiet?”

Ruan Tang’s peach blossom eyes blinked up at him, holding no fear—only curiosity and open appraisal.

When she took in the striking beauty of his features and the natural air of power he carried, her eyes lit up in excitement.

His brows drew together slightly.

“Figures you’d be that kind of woman.”

The filthy label rolled off his tongue in a voice thick with both jealousy and anger—though he didn’t notice either emotion himself.

Suddenly, his hand closed around her throat. He leaned close, his voice a low, dangerous whisper in her ear.

“Even kidnapped, you’re still thinking about men. That’s so very you.”

As he spoke, his lips brushed—almost carelessly—against her sensitive earlobe.

“Want me to give you what you want, hmm?”

“Y-you… let me go first…” she murmured softly.

That… sounded like consent.

A complex light flickered in his eyes before his lips curved in a self-mocking smile.

“Alright. So eager.”

He roughly undid the restraints binding her wrists and ankles, then sat back on the bed, cigarette between his lips, waiting for her to climb into his lap of her own accord.

Would she try to please him the way she had with those other men?

The thought of last night’s scene made his temper spike. He bit down on the cigarette hard, almost as if to vent his anger on it.