Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 86

Chi Cheng forced down the restless fire in his chest and gently set the girl onto the back seat of his motorcycle.

Then he carefully placed his own helmet on her head.

It was a little too big, slipping sideways when it settled over Ruan Tang’s soft hair.

Flustered, she quickly held it steady with both hands.

Patiently, Chi Cheng reached over to buckle the strap for her, then lifted the visor so her delicate face peeked out again.

And suddenly—he leaned down and brushed a kiss against the tip of her dainty nose.

Ruan Tang’s peach-blossom eyes widened in shock.

Even Chi Cheng flushed after the impulsive kiss. Covering his burning face with a hand, he turned away in embarrassment.

“D-don’t get the wrong idea. I just… I just thought you looked so sad, so I wanted to comfort you.”

Dropping his head, he stared at his own shoes, his voice low, tinged with sour jealousy.

“I know you still can’t forget that guy. But me… I’ll wait for you.”

Ruan Tang’s heart warmed. She opened her mouth to thank him, but before she could—

“Ahh, no, I can’t wait after all!”

Chi Cheng raked his hand roughly through his short hair in frustration, then, with sudden courage, lifted his gaze to hers. His voice came out solemn, almost desperate.

“I like you! Be with me! I’ll help you forget about him!”

The night breeze carried the faint scent of the city.

Neon lights flickered and blurred, casting their chaotic glow over the rebellious young man.

His beast-bright eyes glimmered like a predator locking onto its mate.

Ruan Tang blinked once, then, soft and obedient, whispered:

“Okay.”

The system nearly laughed.

No help needed here—its host already had eyes only for her new target.

The last one? Already forgotten.

After all, she was just a task machine with zero emotional intelligence.

But Chi Cheng was the one stunned.

For a long moment, he stood frozen, unable to process what he’d just heard.

Curious, Ruan Tang poked at the hard muscles of his chest.

“Eh? Chi Cheng-gege? Turned to stone?”

Chi Cheng’s handsome face turned crimson. He seized her little hand, his voice rushed and urgent:

“Did you just say yes? I’m not dreaming, right? Slap me—go on, see if it hurts?”

Ruan Tang burst into laughter, lightly patting his cheek.

“So? Did it hurt?”

Chi Cheng only grew more dazed.

“Nope. Didn’t feel a thing. Guess this must be a dream.”

Ruan Tang laughed again, amused by how silly he was.

Her eyes curved into crescents, that little red mole at the corner glowing even more dazzling.

“Then let’s just call it a dream, hmm?”

Her smile deepened the shadows in Chi Cheng’s eyes. His voice dropped low and hoarse, threaded with raw desire.

“If it’s a dream… then anything’s allowed, right?”

“Eh?”

She hadn’t said that…

Before she could protest, his strong hand was already pressing against the fragile nape of her neck.

He bent down and claimed her soft lips in a forceful kiss.

Unprepared, Ruan Tang panicked and tried to pull back—forgetting she was perched on the narrow motorcycle seat.

Her body tipped backward, but a powerful arm caught her slender waist and crushed her into his chest.

Breathless, she panted against him, only to have her chin tilted up firmly.

A husky whisper brushed her ear:

“Sorry.”

And then the kiss fell again, firm and unyielding, laced with the faint taste of tobacco.

His lip piercing grazed against her tender lips—cold and hard, clashing sharply with the searing heat of his mouth.

Her body trembled, nearly melting into his arms.

So when passersby looked over, what they saw was this:

A black motorcycle parked at the roadside, a pale, delicate girl caged tightly in the embrace of a tall, muscular man—his lips devouring hers.

Her snow-white legs peeked from beneath her skirt, pressed close against his rough, dark jeans. Black and white, soft and hard—the contrast was dangerously provocative.

“Oh my god, look—it’s Ruan Tang from the student union!”

Chen Meng had been scrolling her phone. Like many, she admired Gu Ming, had even finagled his number through the union and sent him messages that were all ignored.

When she heard her companion’s shout, she looked up—and her eyes froze on the sight of Ruan Tang kissing Chi Cheng.

“But isn’t she with Senior Qi Guang? How is she hooking up with that punk now?”

A sharp, jealous laugh escaped her lips, her eyes burning with loathing.

She spat out a crude curse under her breath, then raised her phone.

She aimed the camera and snapped a picture.

Perfect. She would show Senior Gu Ming exactly what kind of woman he’d fallen for.

Meanwhile.

In his room, Gu Ming sat staring at a wall plastered with photographs.

Every single one was of Ruan Tang.

Smiling, pouting, curious, even napping in class.

All stolen, candid shots.

With slender pale fingers, he traced the image of her beautiful face, murmuring lowly:

“Tangtang…”

His phone buzzed again.

The sender was an unfamiliar number—the same nuisance who’d been harassing him lately.

Irritated, he frowned, ready to block her. But he tapped the message by mistake and opened it—only to see the photo Chen Meng had just taken.

His pupils contracted sharply.

In the dim silence of the room, the cold, aloof young man suddenly unraveled.

He hurled the phone against the wall with a sickening crack.

Shards of glass slashed across his face, leaving a vivid red streak along the bridge of his sharp nose.

On that chiseled, almost foreign-looking face, the trace of blood made him appear almost ghostly.

“Tangtang, why won’t you look at me? I’ve always been right behind you.”

“…Why do you keep throwing yourself into other men’s arms?”

Blood trailed down to his lips. He licked it away, head tilting, a twisted smile stretching across his face.

“Disobedient children must be punished.”

Chi Cheng’s flashy black motorcycle roared up in front of the dorms.

Ruan Tang clung to his lean waist, stretching out her pale legs as she struggled to climb down.

The bike was tall, and her petite frame had barely reached the footrests—getting off wasn’t easy.

“Careful. I’ll help you.”

Chi Cheng steadied the bike, hopped off, and turned to her.

So to the people nearby, the sight was this:

A cocky, silver-haired, dark-skinned punk carefully lifting down a fragile, soft-looking girl as though she were a priceless treasure.

Her arms looped around his neck, her face burning red, head bowed in shyness.

She whispered to herself that she could have gotten down alone.

But Chi Cheng just had to carry her…

Ugh, if people saw, it was so embarrassing.