Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 76

Lu He rose right after, smiling with his usual grace.
“I have something to attend to as well, so I’ll head out first.”

“Th-then I’ll leave too!”

Qi Guang seized the chance to follow. He’d long had enough of the hungry wolf-like stares from the girls across the table.

At present, sports were his only interest. Dating? Far too much trouble—he had no desire to even try.

The student council president was about to cry.

Every sharp glare from the girls stabbed into him like knives. If he couldn’t keep these three around, he was dead meat.

Just then, the door to the private booth slammed open.

“Hey, customers. Here’s your drinks.”

In strode a tall young man dressed in a black tank top, his voice low and rough with a trace of impatience.

His tanned skin contrasted strikingly with his short, silver-gray dyed hair. Years of training had given him firm, defined muscles—strong but not overly exaggerated.

His features were sharply handsome, and under the cut of a broken brow, a pair of narrow phoenix eyes squinted with weary disinterest. His brows pinched in faint irritation.

A cigarette hung unlit between his teeth. At the corner of his lip, a lip piercing gleamed coldly, while an intricate string of Tibetan script tattooed along his neck and behind his ear gave him a dangerous, untamed air.

The girls’ eyes glazed over again.

Now, with four striking young men gathered in one place, it was impossible to know where to look first.

Whichever way their gaze fell, it was a feast for the eyes.

Heavens, just being chosen by one of them would be enough to make me faint with happiness!

At that moment, the half-closed door to the booth was pushed open gently.

A small head peeked in.

“Um… excuse me… I’m late…”

Everyone’s attention snapped at once to the girl who had arrived last.

She wore a simple black off-shoulder dress that hugged her waist. Against her porcelain-like skin, she looked like a delicate doll.

Her wide, innocent peach-blossom eyes carried an air of clueless purity—yet at the corner of one eye rested a single carmine beauty mark, tinting her loveliness with a hint of sultry allure.

Pure and tempting at once, she seemed both like an innocent little white rabbit and a spirit meant to seduce souls.

Clatter.

Chi Cheng was so struck that the cigarette slipped unnoticed from his lips, followed by the tray of drinks crashing from his hand.

Startled, Ruan Tang hurried inside and bent down to help clean the scattered shards.

“I’m sorry—did I scare you by barging in like that?”

Chi Cheng didn’t know why, but from the very first instant he saw Ruan Tang, his heartbeat had fallen out of rhythm.

Luckily, with his darker complexion, the flush spreading over his face didn’t show.

Still, he was rattled—so unlike himself.

His voice came out fierce but completely lacking in bite.

“Don’t—don’t touch that! I’ll clean it myself!”

He couldn’t bear the thought of those delicate hands getting cut by glass.

Before Ruan Tang could answer, another hand gently pulled her up. A soft, warm voice like spring water floated above her head.

“He’s right. You don’t want to hurt your hands. Let him take care of it. You’re here for the mixer too, aren’t you? Come—sit here.”

Lu He, as if guiding a lost child, gently held her hand and led her toward the seats.

As they passed Qi Guang, the sunny athlete stared dazedly at Ruan Tang, utterly lost in thought.

Noticing his gaze, Ruan Tang tilted her head slightly, puzzled yet shy, and gave him a small smile.

Her crescent-shaped eyes curved sweetly, like a soft little kitten.

Qi Guang’s face flushed scarlet to the base of his neck. In a panic, he raised a hand to cover his mouth, his eyes darting like someone who had just been caught in a guilty secret.

Meanwhile, Lu He “kindly” turned to the president sitting beside him.

“President, would you mind moving over?”

The president: ??? This is my seat though?

Also, weren’t you all about to leave?

But Lu He’s gaze was too gentle—so piercingly kind that the president’s scalp tingled. Without protest, he obediently packed up his things and yielded his seat to the late-arriving beauty.

Lu He pulled out the chair for Ruan Tang with practiced courtesy, his invitation smooth and natural.

“Would this seat be alright, junior?”

Blushing timidly, Ruan Tang thanked him and sat down.

But no sooner had she settled than her arm was suddenly seized.

She looked up—straight into a pair of bloodshot, icy black eyes.

Urgent, desperate, filled with unspoken words that refused to take shape.

It was Gu Ming.

All his usual pride and composure were gone. His voice rasped as he asked with raw urgency:

“Do you… know me?”

The bell tied to the red string at his wrist chimed lightly with his movement.

Ruan Tang glanced at it instinctively—and gasped softly.

“Oh—this looks just like…”

Just like the bell she had once worn on her ankle in the last world.

The design was identical. But… how could that be?

That had been in the previous world.

It had to be a coincidence.

Suppressing her doubts, she lifted her lashes sweetly, her voice soft.

“I’m sorry… who are you?”

For as long as Gu Ming could remember, he had been plagued by a recurring dream.

In it, he loved a girl deeply… but in the end, he betrayed her.

She left him forever, leaving behind only this red string and a single bell.

Though he could never see her face clearly, he knew—he knew—that when she appeared, he would recognize her instantly.

So he waited. And waited. For her to return.

Just now, the moment he saw Ruan Tang, every drop of blood in his veins screamed that she was the one.

And so, the aloof campus god who had just sneered at the world suddenly sank to one knee before her in front of everyone.

“This is for you.”

Or perhaps—it was simply returning what already belonged to her.

He untied the red string from his wrist, bent low, and carefully tied it around Ruan Tang’s slender white ankle. His straight back curved in reverence, his movements both cautious and devout.

His long, elegant fingers fastened the knot, lingering against her skin, unwilling to let go.

Everyone present was stunned by the sudden scene.

Ruan Tang herself jumped in surprise. The cold brush of his fingers against her sensitive skin sent tingles racing through her body, making her tremble.

A faint flush bloomed at the corners of her eyes, her beauty mark seeming to glow even more vividly alluring.

Every man watching involuntarily held his breath.

The first to react was Chi Cheng.

For the second time, he dropped his tray, storming over and yanking Gu Ming up off the ground.

“Messing with a girl, are you looking for a beating?”

He fisted Gu Ming’s collar, raising his arm for a punch.

But Gu Ming turned his head slightly, easily dodging the blow, and with a twist of strength, shook him off.

Coolly, he smoothed down the front of his shirt and cast Chi Cheng a flat look.

“This is T University’s mixer. You’re just a waiter—what are you sticking your nose in for?”

“You motherf—”