Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 74

Poisoned and wounded, Luo Qingli abandoned all dignity as he struggled forward, crawling to the hem of Ruan Tang’s dress.

His pale, slender hand clutched at the fabric like a man driven mad, his hoarse voice breaking.

“Don’t go. Where are you going? Why are you leaving me again? You are my wife—you are not allowed to go anywhere… My lady, you can only stay by my side!”

Ruan Tang looked at the men crowding desperately around her, their gazes burning into her. Her small face showed bewildered unease.

She felt like crying, yet there was also a strange flicker of happiness. Her chest was both overflowing and achingly hollow at the same time.

Not knowing what else to do, she could only smile faintly.

Her red lips against snow-white skin made her look as fragile as a porcelain doll sealed beneath glass.

That delicate smile blooming on her lips heightened her beauty to an otherworldly brilliance.

A tragic fragility mingled with breathtaking allure, radiating from her at once.

The sight wrenched everyone’s hearts—made them want to cradle her, kiss the depth of her gaze, guard her tenderly in their palms… or even break her in desperate ruin.

Yet Ruan Tang herself was oblivious, pure and unknowing as a handful of new-fallen snow.

Mist clouded her eyes as she gave a timid, fragile smile.

“I’m sorry… I have to go. Please… forget me.”

Her voice grew fainter, and her small, soft body gradually turned translucent. Finally, she dissolved into countless points of dazzling light, scattering into the air.

“Ruan Tang!!”

“Tangtang!!”

“Miss!!!”

All of them cried out in terror, reaching helplessly to seize her fading form.

But their hands caught nothing—only a few fragments of light, which slipped away like sand and left no trace behind.

In the last instant, Luo Qingli managed to grab the red cord tied around her ankle.

The string snapped in his grasp, the delicate bell tied to it giving a lonely chime as he clutched it in his palm.

His throat constricted, pupils shrinking violently.

“My lady—”

…

Several days later, the four men erected a cenotaph for Ruan Tang.

They held a grand funeral, lavish enough to rival the rites of an emperor.

At the burial, Luo Qingli did not drink, yet he lay slumped as if drunk before Ruan Tang’s tomb, his hand caressing the gravestone as though stroking his beloved’s skin.

“My lady… shall I go and keep you company?”

He was shoved aside by Helian Zijun, his eyes bloodshot, his face twisted with grief.

“You have the nerve to say that? If you hadn’t cornered her like that in the end, she never would have—she never would have—”

His voice choked off, unable to go on.

Tuoba Hong’s expression was gaunt and weary as he regarded the scene with cold eyes.

“And you didn’t pressure her? You even planned to force her into marriage. What a delusion.”

“You—”

Gu Cheng, kneeling before the grave, was drowned in grief so deep it suffocated him.

At the sound of their bickering, he slammed his fist into the ground, his voice raw and cracked.

“Enough. If you disturb her again, I’ll kill you all.”

The four men fell silent. Their eyes, bloodshot and broken, fixed on the small tomb before them—gazing with despair, with aching love, at the only woman they had ever cherished.

A few days later, all four vanished without a trace.

Rumors spread across the land: they had all followed the same woman into death.

Her name was Ruan Tang.

Countless mourned the short-lived beauty. Countless sighed at the devotion of the men who died for her.

Yet…

Only the system was cursing in fury.

【Goddammit, I knew these lunatics wouldn’t stay gone!】

As red warning screens flooded its vision, it rammed itself into the wall in rage.

No matter how it tried to shake them off, they wouldn’t disappear. How the hell was it supposed to keep playing this game?!

Fine. Whatever.

The system collapsed bonelessly over its desk like a salted fish.

It had finally understood: these four men had probably planted some kind of tracking mark on Tangtang.

Spiritual beings with power to traverse space—whether gods or demons—were far beyond the capacity of one miserable little system to handle.

This mess? Whoever wanted to could clean it up.

Ha. It was done trying. Screw it!