Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 58

Chang Qian, a man who had roamed the killing fields all his life, now found his eyes reddening far too easily.

His throat tightened, words lodged deep, and all he could do was stare blankly at the girl’s delicate, soft face—

—like he could keep looking at her until the end of time.

Helian Zijun’s expression grew darker by the second, the jealous fire in his eyes barely contained.

Why him?

A nameless assassin, whose hands had been stained with the blood of countless kills—

What right did he have to be sheltered and protected by Ruan Tang like this?

And along with that jealousy came a sinking despair—why not me?

Helian Zijun closed his eyes, forcing the restless surge in his chest back into a corner.

When he looked up again, all that was left on his handsome face was a quiet restraint.

There was only one carriage. Since Helian Zijun stubbornly refused to get out, Ruan Tang had no choice but to let it go.

Anyway, the inside was spacious enough—one more person didn’t make it feel cramped.

Ruan Tang nestled against Gu Cheng’s side the entire way.

Helian Zijun, meanwhile, was ignored completely, sulking in a corner, radiating resentment.

“Gu Cheng-gege, open your mouth—ah~”

Her slender, pale fingers pinched a plump cherry and brought it to the man’s thin, sensuous lips.

Gu Cheng’s face flushed red. Embarrassed, he tried to push it away.

“Miss, you should eat it yourself.”

Thinking he simply didn’t like cherries, Ruan Tang pouted, bringing the fruit toward her own lips instead.

But her fingers slipped—the cherry began to fall.

Gu Cheng’s reflexes were sharp; he caught it between two fingers as if he were snatching a hidden weapon.

Her peach-blossom eyes lit up instantly, and her sweet voice bubbled out in praise.

“Gu Cheng-gege, you’re amazing!”

Looking at that smile, Gu Cheng’s Adam’s apple moved slightly.

His voice dropped into a husky murmur. “Allow me to feed you, Miss.”

Carefully, he picked up the cherry and slowly brought it toward her soft lips.

“Miss, please open your mouth.”

“Ah~”

Ruan Tang obediently parted her rosy lips. Between them, one could glimpse something as soft and dewy as lilac petals—along with a row of pristine white teeth.

The two other men in the carriage simultaneously averted their eyes.

Gu Cheng’s gaze, however, deepened, shadowed by a desire that could not be shown.

Even Chang Qian—whose hand never trembled when holding a sword or taking a life—found his fingers quivering slightly as he held that light little cherry.

Still, he brought it to the girl’s lips.

Ruan Tang, impatient, gently took the cherry into her mouth, her tongue curling around it—brushing, without meaning to, against the man’s cool, calloused fingertips.

Completely unaware of what she’d done, her delicate face bloomed with a bright smile.

“Thank you, gege.”

Gu Cheng remained frozen in the act of feeding her, forgetting even to pull his hand back.

His fingertips burned, his face even hotter. His heart pounded wildly, and even—

Helian Zijun’s face went black as a thundercloud. He let out a heavy cough.

Gu Cheng snapped back to himself, hurriedly putting some space between them, turning stiffly to the side.

He rested his sword across his lap, as though trying to hide something.

Ruan Tang’s lashes fluttered. Worried, she leaned in closer.

“Gu Cheng-gege, what’s wrong? Is your wound hurting somewhere?”

Gu Cheng didn’t dare meet her gaze. His ears burned red, and his voice was unbearably hoarse.

“N-no… it’s nothing.”

Helian Zijun ground his teeth, his tone dripping with mockery.

“‘Nothing’? Hurts, doesn’t it? More than just hurt—you’re about to burst.”

The words startled Ruan Tang. She rushed to Gu Cheng’s side, her soft little hands clutching his shoulder, her warm, pliant body pressing against his rigid back.

“Gu Cheng-gege, are you hurt somewhere else? Let me see, please?”

Gu Cheng went even more rigid, gripping his sword so hard that his knuckles turned pale.

He forced the words out through clenched teeth.

“Your subordinate is not injured… Miss, you need not worry.”

Helian Zijun gave a sharp, cold snort, his head pounding with frustration.

But with Ruan Tang here, he didn’t dare act against Gu Cheng.

Instead, he deliberately changed the subject to draw her attention away.

“Tang Tang, why did you suddenly leave the prince’s manor? What happened? And those marks on your neck—who did it? Was it that bastard prince?”

His mentioning of the ambiguous marks on her skin was meant as a pointed reminder to a certain someone—don’t get too full of yourself.

After all, there was another man who had done far worse to Ruan Tang.

And you? You’re nothing.

Yet another voice echoed bitterly in his mind—

He himself hadn’t even held her hand.

…Damn it!

“It wasn’t the prince. He doesn’t even like me…”

Thinking back to the earlier incident, Ruan Tang’s lashes lowered, her expression tinged with melancholy.

Both Helian Zijun and Gu Cheng felt a sudden tightness in their chests.

From her tone, was it true then—as the rumors claimed—that she was hopelessly in love with the prince?

Gu Cheng had only learned about her situation today.

Finding out she supposedly loved the prince left him pained and unwilling to believe it.

After all, just yesterday, he had clearly seen that the prince also cared deeply for Ruan Tang.

Which meant the rumors weren’t reliable—and she might not actually like that damned prince.

But now, seeing her like this, Gu Cheng’s certainty wavered again, his gaze dimming.

Helian Zijun asked, “So you left the manor to get back at the prince?”

Ruan Tang shook her head, her peach-blossom eyes wide and innocent.

“Why would I want revenge? If he doesn’t like me, I’ll just leave.”

The two men were both momentarily stunned.

She tilted her head, looking the picture of sincerity.

“I even wrote him a letter of divorce. The prince will be happy when he sees it, right? Then his illness will definitely get better faster!”

Helian Zijun: “…”

Gu Cheng: “…”

No denying it—when it came to misery, the prince had them all beat.

“Then who made those marks on your neck?” Helian Zijun pressed coldly.

Ruan Tang hesitated, her fingers brushing over the faint traces there. It was as if she could feel again the moment she’d been pressed down on the prince’s bed and kissed without mercy.

Her long, curled lashes trembled, flustered.

Helian Zijun’s brows furrowed. “You didn’t consent?”

The murderous intent rose from both men at once.

Which bastard dared to force her?

Ruan Tang bit her lip and shook her head. “N-no… no one. I just fell and hurt myself.”

She didn’t want to say it—partly because, instinctively, she felt that if she told them it was Tuoba Hong, the two men before her would never let it go.

And she didn’t actually dislike Tuoba Hong. After all, when the burning lamp oil had been about to spill onto her face, it was Tuoba Hong who had saved her in time.

He was righteous and broad-minded, and had taken care of her many times. In Ruan Tang’s heart, he was like a kind older brother.

As for what had just happened… she only ran because she felt it was far too embarrassing to be treated like that in front of her own husband.

But as she recalled it now, her cheeks turned pink, her eyes misting at the corners, holding a faint, alluring charm—

—both men’s faces darkened at once.