Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 84

Actually, Tangtang was remembering her life before she died.

She had been born into a large, strictly disciplined family.

From a young age, she displayed astonishing talent and intelligence, which made her family place great importance on her.

But because her body had always been too frail, she was kept indoors every single day, never allowed to leave the house.

At that time, someone had predicted she wouldn’t live past eighteen. In the end, before her eighteenth birthday arrived, she fell into an endless sleep and never woke up again.

Who could have guessed that only after death would she gain true freedom?

The current her loved sunlight, the open air, the bustling crowds, and everything bright and sparkling.

She never wanted to be locked away again.

But Qi Guang’s recent behavior reminded her too much of her family from the past.

And that frightened her.

As the thoughts churned, her eyes welled with tears, and her voice took on a sobbing lilt.

“Don’t worry about me. I just want to be alone…”

Without waiting for Qi Guang’s reply, she hung up the phone.

Afterward, she sat down on a bench by the roadside, hugging her milk tea, silently shedding tears.

The system hurried to comfort her:

【Tangtang, don’t cry. I have good news for you—Qi Guang’s affection is maxed out! You can switch targets now!】

Ruan Tang hiccupped back her sobs.

【Really?】

【Of course!】

Without hesitation, Ruan Tang typed out a message, serious and deliberate, one word at a time:

【Qi Guang-gege, let’s break up.】

She tapped send, quick and decisive.

The system couldn’t help but admire her.

Its host’s clean-cut decisiveness… honestly, she could make a very convincing “heartbreaker.”

But right after it praised her, it saw Ruan Tang pouting pitifully again.

【Tangtang, what’s wrong? You can’t bear to part with Qi Guang?】

Ruan Tang shook her head silently.

The truth was—she had wanted to sip her milk tea to ease her sadness, but discovered it had gone cold.

Instantly, grief overwhelmed her again, and she cried even harder.

That was exactly what Chi Cheng saw when he sped past on his black motorcycle.

Behind her, a flowerbed full of vibrant blooms was in full display, but none of them could compare to her beauty.

Against the ink-black night, her skin seemed paler than snow, glowing faintly as though lit from within.

Her tear-brimmed peach blossom eyes were more dazzling than the rarest gems in the world.

Crystal-clear teardrops slid down her delicate cheeks, leaving shimmering trails that tugged at the heart.

Chi Cheng slammed the brakes.

The tires screeched sharply against the pavement.

He nearly tripped over his own motorcycle in his rush to dismount.

Without even locking it—his prized bike worth enough to buy a sports car—he abandoned it at the roadside and bolted toward her.

Ruan Tang, still immersed in her sorrow, blinked through misty vision when a pair of black leather boots appeared before her.

Above them, dark combat pants tucked into the boots, and a simple black tank top exposing strong, muscular arms and broad chest.

He had run the whole way; his hair was slightly disheveled, breath unsteady.

When he bent down, bracing his hands against his knees, the three silver piercings on his left ear caught the light, gleaming in the night.

“Tell me. Who bullied you?”

His eyes blazed as he reached out, clumsily but gently, to wipe away her tears.

“Why are you crying? Who hurt you? Tell me, I’ll beat him up for you.”

Ruan Tang blinked, then after a pause, lifted her cup of cold milk tea with an embarrassed look.

“My milk tea got cold. That’s why I cried.”

Chi Cheng froze. “…”

A beat later, he burst out laughing.

On his rough, striking face—usually marked by a wild, untamed edge—appeared a rare, carefree grin.

Perhaps realizing it might sound rude, he covered his mouth, voice husky yet warm:

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at you. It’s just… you’re too cute.”

His darker skin made his silver hair stand out even more brilliantly, just like his clear eyes.

And when he smiled, his charm doubled.

Ruan Tang blushed, ducking her head shyly.

Chi Cheng’s large, warm hand ruffled her soft hair. His voice was bright and buoyant:

“Be good. Wait here for me.”

He dashed off, only to return moments later, jogging back while carefully cradling several steaming cups of milk tea.

Holding them out proudly like treasures, he said:

“I didn’t know which flavor you like, so I bought the best-sellers. They’re all hot—you can pick whichever you want.”

Ruan Tang’s peach blossom eyes sparkled at once. Her lashes still glistened with tears, but now her whole face lit with a sweet smile.

She looked at Chi Cheng with bright, grateful eyes.

“Thank you! You’re such a good person!”

Chi Cheng: …That “good person” card really shouldn’t be handed out so casually.

Ruan Tang chose a cup she liked, then picked one out for him too, holding it up.

“I recommend this one for you!”

Chi Cheng normally didn’t care for sweets.

And he prided himself on being a “cool guy”—dressed head-to-toe in minimalist black, it would be ridiculous to picture him carrying a frilly cup of milk tea.

But if she handed him a drink… was it even still milk tea?

No. That was holy water.

Grateful and moved, he accepted and took a sip—only to hear her explain beside him:

“That’s my favorite flavor. Super delicious.”

He nearly choked, face contorting like the world was ending.

“That’s your favorite? But I already drank it—what if you wanted it? I’ll go buy you another right now!”

He shot to his feet, but Ruan Tang quickly grabbed his wrist.

“No need! I wanted you to drink it.”

Chi Cheng froze.

That small, soft hand wrapped around his wrist, warm and delicate—her touch sent his heartbeat racing out of control.

Ruan Tang gently pushed him back into his seat, her eyes curving with a smile.

“Because you’re a good person, I have to give you the best one, Gege”

Chi Cheng’s mind practically soared into the stratosphere.

She called me gege!

She called me gege!

Heavens above—what auspicious day was this? He was going to mark it as a holiday and celebrate it every year!

“What’s your name?”

Ruan Tang, still clutching her milk tea, looked up obediently and asked softly.

Chi Cheng’s heartbeat lurched again. He turned his face aside, ears burning.

“Chi Cheng.”

“I’m Ruan Tang.”

“…I know.”

He had heard those annoying men calling her name before. And he had remembered.

He hesitated, then murmured, almost tenderly:

“Tangtang.”

Ruan Tang tilted her head. “Mm?”

Caught in her clear, innocent gaze, Chi Cheng suddenly felt as though all his thoughts were filthy in comparison.

Flustered, he turned away, diverting the topic clumsily.

“Why are you out here alone? Where’s your… cough… boyfriend?”