Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 81

“Ahhh!!”

A girl’s sharp scream rushed closer and closer.

Startled, she bolted blindly forward—straight toward Qi Guang and Ruan Tang, who were holding hands.

Ruan Tang flinched, instinctively letting go and stepping aside to avoid her.

Qi Guang only felt his palm turn empty. His chest tightened sharply, and he whipped his head around toward Ruan Tang’s direction.

“Wifey!”

But just then, a dangling “ghost” dropped down right in front of him, blocking his view.

Frustrated, he shoved aside the haunted house staffer who was in his way and anxiously scanned the area.

“Wifey, where are you?!”

Ruan Tang had just opened her mouth to answer—when a long, pale hand suddenly pressed firmly over her lips.

At the same time, a cold, powerful arm snaked tightly around her waist.

Like a chilling serpent.

A shudder ran down her entire body before she was dragged into a pitch-black corner.

…

It seemed to be a small hidden alcove, perhaps a spot the haunted house workers used to hide.

Narrow, like the size of a cramped changing room.

Because of this, she could clearly feel the solid presence of the man pressed close against her back.

His lips trailed slow, meticulous kisses along the pale curve of her neck, each breath burning against her sensitive ear, sending tingling shivers down her spine.

Terrified, she tilted her head back, wanting to cry for help—but her lips were sealed tight, her voice spilling out only as muffled, indistinct whimpers.

The sound seemed to please the man behind her. He gave a low, magnetic laugh.

“Don’t move. Otherwise, I won’t stop at just kissing your neck.”

Ruan Tang’s eyes filled with mist, her nose tinged red.

She looked as helpless as a mermaid fallen into a hunter’s trap, tangled in thorns, her breathing soft and tremulous.

The man deepened his kisses against the back of her neck—again and again. Sickly, obsessive.

His words dripped with jealousy.

“Tang Tang really isn’t obedient… letting him touch you here?”

Ruan Tang’s misty peach-blossom eyes flew wide open, a flush spreading hotly down to the tips of her ears. She panicked and struggled.

But the man refused to let her go.

“Don’t let him touch you again. If he does, I’ll touch you back—ten times, a hundred times more. Understand?”

Ruan Tang’s thoughts scattered to pieces. She was like a fish flung ashore, her resistance weakening with every passing moment.

Just then, Qi Guang’s voice carried from outside.

“Wifey, where are you?! Wifey?”

The sound was closer now, right outside. Only a thin dark curtain separated them.

In the haunted house’s dim lighting, the curtain blended perfectly into the shadows, making it nearly impossible to notice.

As long as Qi Guang reached out or lifted it casually, he would see it: Ruan Tang pinned in another man’s arms, forced to endure his kisses.

Ruan Tang felt shame and fear twist together. She didn’t dare move, terrified of alerting Qi Guang.

Her tears finally gathered into a glittering droplet and slipped down, wetting the man’s hand that covered her lips.

His gaze darkened.

So Tang Tang liked that man so much?

She was scared of being found—scared enough to cry?

He should have aimed that pen last night not at his face, but straight into his heart.

Anyone who dared steal what was his deserved to die.

With vindictive cruelty, Gu Ming forced Ruan Tang to turn and face him, then crushed his lips against hers in a searing kiss.

On the other side of a flimsy curtain, his rival stood searching in desperation—while the girl he sought was being kissed wantonly in Gu Ming’s arms.

The forbidden thrill only inflamed him further, his kiss growing deeper, more feverish.

It lasted long and hot, until Ruan Tang was nearly breathless. Her small hands clutched weakly at his chest, relying on the arm that held her tight to keep from collapsing.

Any further, and Gu Ming feared he would lose control completely.

At last, with immense restraint, he released her and pushed her gently out of the alcove.

Ruan Tang stumbled through the curtain—straight into Qi Guang’s arms.

“Wifey!!”

Qi Guang’s voice cracked with emotion, clutching her like a priceless treasure returned.

“You scared me half to death. I thought I lost you…”

He hugged her tightly, only to realize her body was trembling in his embrace.

“Wifey, what’s wrong!?”

Ruan Tang could barely stand.

Her head bowed, lashes quivering chaotically, breath ragged as she whispered:

“N-nothing… let’s just leave…”

Her mind was in utter chaos. All she wanted was to escape this place.

Qi Guang, thinking she’d simply been terrified by the haunted house ghosts, felt his heart ache. He scooped her into his arms.

“Don’t be scared. I’ll take you out.”

…

He carried her out into the bright sunlight.

“Wifey, see? We’re out now. So there’s nothing to be afraid of—”

He smiled reassuringly, but when he looked down, his words stopped cold.

In his arms, the girl looked like a rose in full bloom. From this angle, he could see her fluttering lashes, her porcelain-smooth skin, her eyes still glistening with tears.

The tiny tear mole beneath her eye was damp, shining even more alluringly.

Her lips—rosy, swollen, as if someone had bitten them hard.

Worse, her snow-white neck was dotted with ambiguous marks.

The sight struck Qi Guang’s chest like sparks, searing him with jealousy and pain.

His expression turned dark, fury burning in his eyes.

“Who was it?”

His voice was hoarse. “Who did this?”

Ruan Tang shrank into his embrace, clutching at his clothes with trembling fingers, unable to meet his gaze.

“…I… I don’t know…”

Qi Guang gently set her down. His hand brushed across her swollen lips, the rage in his chest threatening to explode.

“Wifey, wait here for me.”

He turned, ready to storm back into the haunted house—his stance as though he’d kill a man.

Ruan Tang grabbed his hand in panic.

“Qi Guang-ge! Don’t—”

He turned back to find her watching him with anxious eyes.

“I’m really fine… that person… he’s dangerous. Please, don’t go.”

She could feel it. That man was truly dangerous. She didn’t want Qi Guang walking into danger too.

Qi Guang’s heart wrenched.

Half of him wanted to tear inside and beat that bastard to pieces.

But the other half couldn’t bear to leave Ruan Tang alone. What if she was taken again?

Besides… by now, the man would be gone.

Grinding his teeth, Qi Guang forced down his anger, speaking as gently as he could.

“Wifey, I’m sorry. Even though I was here, I still let you get hurt.”

Ruan Tang shook her head, lifting her tear-bright peach blossom eyes to him.

“It’s not Qi Guang-ge’s fault. I was the one who let go of your hand.”

She slipped her small hand into his, gazing up with a soft, obedient smile. Her tender voice carried a healing warmth.

“Next time, I’ll hold on tight. I won’t let go.”