Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 54

Ruan Tang was utterly stunned.

She had just pulled him back from the brink of death—how could he now talk about dying again, just like that?

She rushed forward, grabbing the wrist of the hand holding the blade.

“Put the knife down, it’s dangerous!”

Gu Cheng froze, staring blankly at the girl standing so close he could see every detail of her face.

Her soft, delicate little hand was wrapped tightly around his ice-cold wrist.

The sweet fragrance on her body enveloped him, making him flustered and helpless. Heat surged to his pale, handsome face, flushing it red in an instant.

He lowered the sword but didn’t dare look at her again.

With his cheeks still red, he asked softly, “You… don’t blame me?”

Gu Cheng was still kneeling on one knee. Ruan Tang crouched obediently before him, her skirt spreading around her like a blooming flower.

“You must’ve been half-dazed just now—I understand! Besides, getting bitten twice doesn’t make me lose any flesh. I’m pretty much used to it by now!”

At her words, the man paused.

Not only was he startled by her lack of concern, but something bitter pricked at his chest.

Used to it—

That meant… this happened often? That people would “bite” her like that?

He remembered the words he’d heard when he was hovering between life and death earlier, hesitated, then asked to confirm, “Are you truly the Princess Consort of Lord Luo Qingli?”

Ruan Tang nodded. “That’s right.”

Then, in her heart, she quietly added: Though not for much longer.

Gu Cheng’s gaze dimmed.

Of course… a woman this lovely would naturally attract admirers.

And as the wife of a prince, she should have a lifetime of safety and comfort… that should be a good thing.

So why did it hurt so much in his chest?

Suppressing the ache in his heart, Gu Cheng silently vowed to himself—

From now on, he would never again do anything that might offend the Princess Consort. He was merely her loyal hound, one who would clear every danger and obstacle from her path.

He must not have any improper thoughts again.

“Thank you for your forgiveness, My Lady. From this day forward, I will guard your left flank, and I will lay down my life without hesitation.”

Gu Cheng pressed his fists together respectfully in a formal salute.

Ruan Tang quickly waved her hands.

“No need to be so serious. I didn’t save you just so you could be my bodyguard. Can’t we just be friends? I’m Ruan Tang—you can call me Tangtang!”

But Gu Cheng was unyielding.

In the end, the only compromise he made was to drop the most formal title and call her Miss.

“You are the master, I am the servant. Forms of address cannot be used carelessly.”

Ruan Tang could only let him be.

Outside, the rain had already stopped, and a gust of wind swept in through the broken window.

Still in her wet clothes, Ruan Tang shivered involuntarily and let out a sneeze.

Gu Cheng grew flustered and remorseful, blaming himself so much he nearly wanted to slit his own stomach open in apology. (t/n: “slit the stomach” is a hyperbolic way of expressing deep self-blame, similar to ritual suicide in historical dramas)

“Miss, you got caught in the rain saving me. I’ll go buy you some dry clothes—”

“No need, I’ll be dry soon—”

Just then, the sound of hoofbeats came from afar, growing closer.

It sounded like a group of riders stopping outside the old house.

“Is it here?”

A deep, cold voice rang out.

“Reporting to the Lord—it’s here. The Princess Consort should still be inside.”

Luo Qingli’s expression darkened slightly as he strode toward the old residence.

Hearing his footsteps outside, Ruan Tang jumped like a startled rabbit.

“How did he find me so fast?!”

Gu Cheng’s gaze dimmed further.

So her husband did care for her—he’d come the moment he heard she was here.

Clearly, their relationship was so good that there was no room for anyone else to interfere…

Wait. Interfere? What was he even thinking?

Harshly reprimanding himself, Gu Cheng dropped to one knee again and pressed his fists together.

“Miss, I’ll hide for now so the Lord won’t misunderstand our relationship and harm your reputation.”

Ruan Tang blinked her big, puzzled eyes and tilted her head in confusion.

“Misunderstand? Why would he misunderstand?”

Gu Cheng shot her a quick glance.

Her thin gauze gown was soaked through, clinging to her body and outlining her graceful curves, with pale skin faintly visible beneath.

After what had just happened, her neckline was slightly askew, revealing the elegant slope of her collarbone.

And her lips—kissed by him until they were swollen and glistening—and the faint red at the corners of her eyes…

She looked like she’d just been through something intense.

Her gaze still shimmered with moist light.

Who could see this and not misunderstand?

Jerking his eyes away, he bowed his head.

“Miss, I’ll come find you later.”

Ruan Tang nodded sweetly.

“Alright. I’m heading out of town anyway—meet me at the Prince’s manor gate tomorrow night.”

“As you command.”

With that, his figure flickered and disappeared, leaping up to the high roof beams and melting into the shadows above.

Almost at the same time, a pale, long-fingered hand shoved open the rotting front door with urgency.

Creak—

And there she was, standing before him like a spirit out of legend—like one of those enchanting demons from old tales who hid in ruined temples to seduce passing scholars.

Luo Qingli’s heart skipped a beat.

When he came back to himself, he strode quickly toward Ruan Tang, his expression dark and stormy.

She shrank back half a step, afraid she was about to be scolded again, clutching at the hem of her dress nervously.

But the next second, she was pulled into his arms.

His arms wrapped around her so tightly it was as if he wanted to fuse her into his bones and blood, never letting go again.

That sight—a man and wife locked in a fierce embrace—fell like a burning coal into Gu Cheng’s eyes from the rafters above.

It made them sting with bitterness, yet he couldn’t look away.

See? Their marriage is strong.

You belong only in the unseen shadows, silently guarding her.

No more improper thoughts.

He told himself that, yet his chest ached as if pierced by a knife.

Luo Qingli’s embrace was cold, damp with rainwater. Droplets still clung to his hair—he must have come through the storm as well.

His already pale face was now completely drained of color, though his grip on her was surprisingly strong.

“My Lord… I can’t breathe…” she whispered softly.

He seemed to wake from a trance, hastily loosening his hold.

A faint flush rose on his jade-pale face as he coughed lightly.

“It’s late. What are you doing here? Do you know how worried I—”

He cut himself off, as if embarrassed to continue.

Ruan Tang thought he was upset she’d stayed out so long, so she lowered her head obediently.

“Sorry… I got lost again.”

Looking at her like that, Luo Qingli sighed.

He reached up to cup her delicate face.

“Next time you want to go out, tell me. I’ll take you. Don’t wander off alone, understand?”

Ruan Tang nodded meekly.

Another gust of wind swept in, and she shivered again.

Luo Qingli immediately took off his outer robe, shaking away the few drops of rain on it before draping it over her shoulders.

As if that weren’t enough, he pulled her into his arms again, using his own body warmth to warm her through.