Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 83

Tangtang was afraid Qi Guang might actually hit him, so she tightened her hold on his arm, almost hugging it into her chest.

“Qi Guang-ge, let go of senior…”

She had no idea what Lu He’s true intention was, so she naturally couldn’t understand why Qi Guang had suddenly gotten angry.

In her eyes, her senior had always treated her so gently—offering her coffee, helping her check her burn. He was clearly a good person.

There must be some kind of misunderstanding…

But in Qi Guang’s eyes, Ruan Tang was simply protecting Lu He.

His gaze darkened. When he looked at her, there was a faint bitterness and jealousy.

“Tangtang, are you going to defend him?”

Lu He chose that moment to explain.

“Qi Guang, you misunderstood. Tangtang burned herself drinking coffee earlier. I was just helping her check the injury.”

Qi Guang certainly believed Ruan Tang wasn’t thinking anything improper. But he didn’t trust Lu He.

Especially since he had clearly seen it just now—

That posture, Lu He was about to kiss Ruan Tang.

Only his silly little wife would believe such a ridiculous excuse.

Though jealousy surged through him, he finally loosened his grip on Lu He’s neck.

Lu He started coughing, sounding as if he were in pain.

Qi Guang snorted coldly.

He knew exactly how much strength he used—this Lu He was just pretending to be fragile.

But his silly wife didn’t know that. She anxiously patted Lu He’s back.

“Senior Lu He, I’m so sorry. Do you feel better? Do you want to go to the campus clinic?”

“Wife, let me.”

Qi Guang could not stand seeing his wife patting another man’s back. He shoved in and slapped Lu He’s back twice—hard.

Lu He had indeed been faking his cough earlier, hoping to draw Ruan Tang’s attention.

But with those two heavy blows, he really did feel the metallic taste of blood rising in his throat. If Qi Guang hit him again, he might actually vomit blood.

“I’m fine now, thank you, junior.”

He pushed Qi Guang’s hand away, still smiling, though his tone was icy.

“Sorry for making you misunderstand. I hope it hasn’t affected your relationship.”

Qi Guang’s eyebrow twitched in irritation.

“Of course it won’t. My wife and I are very much in love.”

“Is that so? That’s good then.”

Lu He tilted his head and smiled. His crescent-shaped eyes radiated warmth and approachability, yet for some reason, the sight sent a chill through the heart.

“It’s just, junior, you look rather insecure. That’s not good, you know. You should trust Ruan Tang. If it were me, I would absolutely, unconditionally trust Tangtang.”

Qi Guang’s fists tightened.

—What a lotus blooming out of the mud yet still managing to drip with green-tea sweetness.
(t/n: “green tea” here refers to someone pretending to be pure and innocent while actually manipulative. “White lotus” carries a similar meaning.)

He put on a stiff smile, slipping his arm possessively around Ruan Tang’s waist. When he saw Lu He’s face finally darken, satisfaction bubbled up in his chest.

“Wife, don’t listen to his nonsense. I also absolutely, unconditionally trust you. Weren’t you planning to study? I know a quiet spot. I’ll take you.”

Without giving her a chance to say goodbye to Lu He, he swiftly packed her things and pulled her away from the library.

Watching the two of them leave hand in hand, Lu He’s smile vanished completely.

His eyes—usually curved with warmth—were now icy enough to terrify.

“Qi Guang-ge…”

Ruan Tang was pulled forward by the tall, golden-haired youth, her delicate hand tightly clamped in his like an iron vice.

“You’re hurting me…”

Qi Guang jolted back to his senses, quickly loosening his grip.

When he saw the faint red mark already circling her tender wrist, guilt swelled in his chest.

He carefully held her little hand in both of his, gently massaging it.

“I’m sorry, wife. I was too anxious…”

His hands were the hands of a basketball player, with calluses along the palms and fingers. He didn’t dare use much strength as he rubbed her fragile wrist.

Her skin was so delicate, her wrist so slim—it felt as though the slightest pressure might break her.

“Is Qi Guang-ge upset?”

Ruan Tang lifted her eyes to him, her gaze innocent yet carrying an unintentional charm.

His heart skipped. He sighed.

“I’m not upset. I’m just… scared.”

Her eyes widened in surprise.

He always looked so fearless—what could possibly scare him?

“What is Qi Guang-ge afraid of?”

He suddenly pulled her into his arms, his voice hoarse.

“Afraid of losing you.”

That morning, he had calculated when she’d wake up and gone to wait outside her dorm. But she never appeared.

He called her again and again, but no one picked up.

He couldn’t calm down. He searched the entire campus, frantic, convinced she had been taken away, bullied—or worse, that she didn’t want him anymore.

When he finally saw her sitting with Lu He in the library, for a moment, he even thought she hadn’t answered his calls because she was on a date with Lu He.

So Lu He was right.

He didn’t trust Ruan Tang.

More than that, he didn’t trust himself.

He didn’t believe he was worthy of her love. That’s why he clung to her so desperately, afraid of losing her at any moment.

“I’m sorry, wife.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Ruan Tang asked, puzzled.

“…It’s nothing.”

He only tightened his arms around her, hiding his true thoughts.

—I’m sorry, but I have to keep you close.

I can’t let anyone take you away.

Please don’t blame me, okay?

After that day, Ruan Tang realized Qi Guang had changed.

Not only did he watch her more intently, the look in his eyes grew increasingly feverish, obsessive.

He insisted on escorting her to and from class, even when she stepped outside the campus. When they went on dates, if she so much as went to the restroom, he would walk her to the door and wait outside until she came out.

Qi Guang’s clinginess had reached the point of pathology.

Ruan Tang didn’t like it.

It felt as though something invisible were tightening around her neck, making it hard to breathe.

That evening, Ruan Tang was sipping bubble tea on her way back to campus.

It was around seven or eight, the busiest hour. The streets were lively and bustling. On a whim, she’d stepped out to buy a drink.

Just as she was drinking, her phone rang—it was Qi Guang.

“Wife, what are you doing? Were you thinking about me?”

Her cheeks flushed red. She was just about to answer when he suddenly heard the noisy voices around her through the phone. His face darkened.

“Wife, you went out? Where? Why didn’t you tell me? Where are you right now? I’ll come pick you up—”

The barrage of questions made Ruan Tang frown.

She wasn’t a prisoner. Why did she need surveillance just to step outside?

For once, her usually soft and gentle voice carried a touch of temper.

“Qi Guang-ge, don’t come get me. I just want to walk back slowly while drinking.”

But on the other end, Qi Guang was already putting on his jacket.

“Be good. Tell me where you are, I’ll be there right away.”

Seeing that he wasn’t listening at all, Ruan Tang puffed out her cheeks in frustration.

“I don’t like this.”