Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 70

On one side, the two men were locked in a furious fight.

Helian Zijun seized the chance to pull Ruan Tang into his arms, shielding her protectively.

He quickly checked her over, finally breathing a little easier when he saw only her collar was a little disheveled, without any further traces of violation.

Yet the fury in his eyes could not be hidden.

“Tangtang, are you alright? Who is this crazy woman? Do you know her?”

Ruan Tang’s misty peach-blossom eyes were filled with trembling fragility. Her small body shivered in his embrace.

“Don’t…”

Helian Zijun thought she was too frightened to speak. His heart aching, he hugged her tighter.

“Don’t be afraid, Tangtang. I’m here.”

Her little hand clutched at his robes, her voice still choked with sobs, unbearably pitiful.

“Stop fighting! Make them stop…he—he’s Gucheng-gege!”

Helian Zijun froze. His eyes narrowed, and sure enough—it really was that bastard guard!

New hatred and old grudges welled up at once, his face turning green with rage.

Not only did he refuse to break up the fight, he even seized the chance to add fuel to the fire.

“Gucheng-brother, who would’ve thought you had such tastes? This place suits you well. Why not stay here permanently? Who knows, you might even rise to become the top courtesan!”

Gucheng, never one for words, ignored his sneering mockery entirely.

He only unleashed a storm of blows, his attacks against Tuoba Hong unrelenting.

When Tuoba Hong heard that this was the very “Gucheng-gege” Ruan Tang had been thinking about all along, the vinegar jar inside him overturned completely.

His chest grew tight with sour jealousy.

That delicate, fine-boned face—he even looked harmonious dressed as a woman.

So this is what Ruan Tang likes?

When he struck again, he couldn’t resist aiming for Gucheng’s face.

Ordinarily, he would never stoop to such pettiness.

But right now, he only wanted to ruin that face so it could never tempt Ruan Tang again!

Ruan Tang saw the two men locked in combat, neither willing to give way, both soon bloodied. Her heart tightened in fear.

Then she recalled how Gucheng had just cornered her with that jealous question. Aggrieved all over again, she shoved aside Helian Zijun’s arms and bolted for the door.

“Tangtang!”

“Ruan Tang!”

“My lady!”

All three men panicked, abandoning the fight at once to chase after her.

Helian Zijun was closest, and he was the first to catch her small hand.

“Tangtang, where are you going?”

Ruan Tang was crying.

Her delicate white face was streaked with tears. Pearly droplets slid down to cling to her sharp chin, trembling on the edge of falling, so heartbreakingly lovely.

“You’re all bad men! I don’t want to see any of you! I’m going to Haixi by myself! Stay away from me!”

She tried to yank her hand free, turning away with all the cool hauteur of a girl declaring independence.

But when she pulled—nothing budged.

The boy’s long, jointed fingers gripped her hand like an iron vise.

The more she failed to break free, the more aggrieved she felt.

She let out a wail and burst into louder sobs.

Helian Zijun floundered to soothe her. Gucheng panicked too, tossing his sword aside to rush to her side. Even Tuoba Hong was frantic, wiping at her tears.

“My lady, I was wrong—please don’t cry…”

“Ruan Tang, I’m the bad one, hit me if you want, just stop crying…”

“Silly Tangtang! They’re the bad ones, not me! I’ll protect you—don’t you dare cry!”

The three men crowded around her like stars around the moon, desperate to comfort her.

But Ruan Tang felt no joy at all.

She only felt wronged.

She had only wanted to go to Haixi happily with everyone, to eat giant lobsters together. Why did it have to be so hard?

“Let me go! I’ll go by myself. You’re all bad men—stay away from me!”

She hiccuped between sobs, trying to sound fierce. But to the men, her bluster only made her look more pitiful, their hearts aching all the more.

Yes—it was their fault.

They knew perfectly well that Ruan Tang’s heart was still untouched, that she was an innocent young girl. She only saw them as dear friends or family, never harboring any feelings of man and woman.

And yet, they still let jealousy flare before her, breaking her heart.

“I’m sorry, Ruan Tang. It was my fault. I won’t fight him again.”

Tuoba Hong lowered his eyes, his apology serious and sincere.

Silently, he added to himself: If I fight him again, it’ll be in secret—never where she can see.

Gucheng’s cold eyes flicked to Tuoba Hong. Though he thought the same, he too bowed his head in contrition.

“My lady, I was wrong as well. I will get along with General Tuoba from now on. Isn’t that so, General?”

He curved his lips in a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

“Yes, Brother Gucheng.”

Tuoba Hong gritted his teeth, forcing the words out one by one.

As he spoke, he jabbed his sword hilt into Gucheng’s lower back.

Gucheng returned the favor with a sharp elbow to his ribs.

The two men locked shoulders in a show of camaraderie, smiling at each other through bared teeth, their eyes already locked in a thousand secret battles.

Helian Zijun watched, amused.

Hah. Scum, all of them. And they dare think they can compete with me for Tangtang? Keep dreaming.

He bent down, gently brushing away the tears at the corner of Ruan Tang’s eyes.

“Tangtang, be good. Don’t cry anymore. See? They’ve already made peace.”

Ruan Tang blinked uncertainly.

“You really made up?”

The two men smiled with arms around each other’s shoulders. “Of course. A good fight brings good friends, doesn’t it? Hahaha.”

Ruan Tang finally broke into a smile—like clear skies after rain. Her long lashes were still hung with shimmering droplets, dazzlingly beautiful, impossible to look away from.

All three men froze.

Their throats worked in unison.

Ruan Tang tugged lightly at Helian Zijun’s sleeve, her face turning pink with shyness.

“Zijun-gege, I’m hungry.”

Helian Zijun immediately took her hand, eyes brimming with tender indulgence.

“Good girl. Gege will take you to eat something delicious.”

With that, he proudly led her away.

The moment Ruan Tang left, the two men who had been clinging shoulder to shoulder sprang several feet apart, faces twisted with mutual disgust.

Tuoba Hong’s narrow eyes narrowed further, his voice cold.

“This battle wasn’t finished. Next time, we’ll settle it.”

Gucheng hugged his sword, sneering.

“Wash your neck and wait for me to take it.”

“That’s my line.”

Tuoba Hong snorted, but then his brows drew together.

“That Helian Zijun…he must have anticipated things would unfold this way. That’s why he didn’t strike you just now, isn’t it?”

Tuoba Hong was certain—he had clearly seen Helian Zijun draw his folding fan, ready to make a move against Gucheng.

But then he’d stopped, letting Tuoba Hong act first.

At the time, he thought Helian Zijun simply didn’t want conflict. Now, it seemed there was more behind it.

At those words, Gucheng’s face sank as well.

“It seems the Crown Prince is far less simple than he appears.”