Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 69

Ruan Tang was being pulled along by a “woman.”

The figure was tall, with sleek black hair streaming behind her. Her side profile was sharp and striking, her brows bold yet beautiful—a dashing, handsome woman.

For some reason, she looked familiar.

That was why Ruan Tang didn’t struggle, letting herself be dragged into a room, the door slamming shut behind them.

But the moment they were inside—

She was suddenly pressed against the door.

A long, elegant hand gently lifted her pointed chin.

“It really is you…”

The voice murmured low, almost like a dream, eyes instantly reddening.

Before Ruan Tang could catch what was said, warm lips claimed hers.

Her chin was tilted up in a firm grip, and the other figure bent down, cold thin lips sealing against her soft, full ones.

Ruan Tang’s peach-blossom eyes flew wide in shock, her mind going blank.

It was a kiss full of urgency and heat, unruly and overwhelming. There was the fear of losing and the joy of regaining, but above all, there was a love so fierce it could not be spoken aloud.

A calloused hand slid down to her sensitive waist.

Her body trembled; finally snapping out of her daze, her small hands pushed against the other’s chest—

And froze.

Wait—why was it…hard?

Not soft like hers, but firm, solid muscle.

The figure finally released her reddened, glistening lips, burying their face at her neck, inhaling her sweet fragrance greedily.

In a hoarse whisper, like a sigh:
“Forgive me, my lady. I missed you too much. I overstepped—please forgive me…”

At that familiar tone, Ruan Tang’s eyes widened in delight.

“Gucheng-gege!”

It was Gucheng—dressed as a woman.

With his fine, handsome features and loose hair cascading down, the disguise carried no jarring mismatch. Instead, he looked like a striking, heroic beauty.

Gucheng gazed deeply at the soft, alluring girl in his arms.

The thought of the torment and longing he had endured all this time made his restraint shatter. He bent down again, capturing her lips in a kiss so deep it seemed to pour every unspoken word into her mouth.

Now that she knew it was him, Ruan Tang no longer resisted. Her small hands clutched his robes, her eyes squeezed shut, lashes trembling like butterfly wings with nervous tension.

The kiss went on and on, until Ruan Tang’s whole body was weak, unable to stand. Only then did Gucheng finally let go, sinking to one knee before her.

“This subordinate came too late. Please punish me, my lady.”

Still breathless, Ruan Tang looked down at the man kneeling before her, cheeks flushed and eyes carrying a soft, red-tinted allure.

“Get up quickly—I’d never blame you…”

But Gucheng lowered his head further, his posture one of absolute loyalty, as though offering up his neck for the blade.

“It was my failure in protection. Please, punish me harshly. Otherwise, I will not rise.”

Ruan Tang pouted. Why was Gucheng-gege always so stubborn?

“Then I’ll punish you by making you carry me to the bed. It’s your fault my legs have gone soft.”

The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed hard as he lifted his gaze.

There she was, reaching out snowy white arms toward him, sweetly demanding to be held.

His heart turned molten. No matter how much he cherished her, it would never be enough.

He gathered her up, laying her gently on the bed. Yet he lingered, unwilling to let go of her softness.

Ruan Tang blinked at him curiously. “Gucheng-gege? What’s wrong?”

He stared at her dazzling face, voice hoarse.

“My lady, come away with me—far from here, high and free.”

In his mind, Tuoba Hong must have seized control of Helian Zijun and kidnapped her.

So he had disguised himself, infiltrated Yanliu Pavilion, planning to steal her away.

But Ruan Tang only looked confused.

“What about Zijun-gege and the others? We agreed to go to Haixi together and eat giant lobsters.”

A sharp pang of jealousy cut through Gucheng.

“My lady, is Tuoba Hong threatening you to go along with them?”

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

“No.”

His composure slipped.

“But the way Tuoba Hong treated you before—”

Ruan Tang tilted her head in thought, then curved her eyes into a bright smile.

“He already admitted he was wrong.”

Gucheng said nothing, but his grip on her waist tightened fiercely, as if restraining some violent urge.

And then she added softly:

“After these past few days, I’ve found Tuoba-gege isn’t so bad after all…”

That broke his restraint. Jealousy roared up, and he suddenly pressed her down onto the bed.

“Ah—!”

Ruan Tang cried out, startled.

His handsome features were inches from hers, eyes burning bright with anger and jealousy.

“So who do you like more—me or him?”

Ruan Tang’s breath caught. This Gucheng-gege felt like a stranger. Her mind scrambled, unable to find an answer.

He mistook her silence for hesitation.

As if in her heart, he stood on the same level as that bastard.

Jealousy nearly burned away his reason.

His voice dropped low and rough:
“If you could only choose one, who would you go with?”

Her eyes blurred with tears, the tip of her delicate nose turning red.

Her voice trembled. “Can’t we all just go together…?”

Bitterness gnawed at him, but he still demanded an answer.

“No. Only one.”

Tears spilled over.

“Then I don’t want anyone! I’ll go alone! Don’t follow me, don’t care about me! You’re all big bullies! Just leave me to die on my own!!”

Like a little girl who’d lost her favorite toy, she broke into sobs. Big, round tears fell from her beautiful peach-blossom eyes.

Gucheng’s heart shattered. Panicked, he fumbled to wipe her tears.

“My lady, don’t cry. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have forced you—I deserve death. Beat me, scold me if you must, just please don’t cry…”

But Ruan Tang only wept harder, too aggrieved to listen. Her tears cut him to pieces.

He kissed the wet tracks on her cheeks, whispering apologies, coaxing her with the gentlest touch, drowning in guilt and love.

Just then—

Bang!

The door was kicked open.

Helian Zijun and Tuoba Hong burst in.

They had searched through room after room, interrupting countless “good shows,” before finally finding her.

And what they saw made both men’s faces darken with murderous fury.

Ruan Tang was pinned to the bed, eyes red from crying, lips swollen, clothes disheveled—looking as though she had been ravished.

At first glance, the one holding her down was…a woman?

Shock lasted only a moment. Tuoba Hong’s face twisted black, his toes tapped the ground, and he was upon them in an instant.

With a sharp scrape, he drew his sword and swung down at the “woman” without hesitation.

Man or woman—anyone who dared touch Ruan Tang would die!

Steel clashed with a ringing crack.

Tuoba Hong froze.

His strike had been parried—by a long, pitch-black sword.

This “woman’s” martial skill…was extraordinary.

Tuoba Hong’s face grew darker, and he immediately pressed the attack.

Gucheng recognized him instantly—the bastard general who had left marks on Ruan Tang’s neck that day.

Just the thought ignited his killing intent.

And so blades flashed and sparks flew as the two men clashed in a fierce, unyielding battle.