Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 88

“Hey, sis, how did you get here?”

Caught off guard by the sudden question, Ruan Tang froze for a moment.

“B-by car…”

“What kind of car? Train? High-speed rail? How many hours did it take you?”

Ruan Tang blinked, then answered softly.

“A motorcycle… it only took a little over ten minutes.”

Of course, she didn’t dare add that it had been the back seat of Chi Cheng’s motorcycle—the very “male god” they were all here for.

Because the lighting in this place wasn’t great, and because she kept her head lowered out of shyness, the other girls hadn’t seen her face clearly.

When they heard her say she’d come by motorcycle, several of them exchanged looks of barely concealed disdain. Their tone immediately turned mocking.

“So you’re local, huh? Must be nice, living so close to our male god. We’re sooo jealous.”

Ruan Tang, unable to detect their sarcasm, simply smiled.
“Not really…”

“Why didn’t you just grab a cab? Motorcycles are dangerous, aren’t they? And look—your hair’s all messed up. We’re sitting in the front row here! What if you get lucky and catch the male god’s eye?”

The speaker was a blonde girl with permed curls. She was fussing over her makeup in a little mirror, even in the dim lighting, still checking every detail.

“I spent three whole hours on my makeup and outfit. Not a single strand of hair is out of place before I dared come tonight!”

Ruan Tang raised her head and studied her carefully for a moment—then smiled.

Her eyes were clear, her smile pure and guileless. It was genuine praise.

“You’re right—you look beautiful.”

The stage lights suddenly flared on, washing across Ruan Tang’s face.

Her long hair fell naturally over her shoulders, slightly windswept, her delicate, palm-sized face free of heavy makeup. She was as fresh as a lotus rising from water—breathtaking.

And when she smiled, it was so stunning it made hearts skip a beat.

The other girls instantly fell silent.

The blonde girl’s little mirror slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor. Her face flushed bright red.

Oh god, she’s too cute!!!

And this gorgeous girl just praised her!

The blonde covered her chest, completely flustered.
She was a girl! Why was her heart racing like crazy?! Someone save her!

Suddenly, shrieks erupted from the crowd.

Ruan Tang looked up. The band had taken the stage.

Chi Cheng was the final member to appear, and the audience’s screams nearly blew the roof off. His popularity was clearly unmatched.

But instead of heading toward the drum set, his gaze locked on Ruan Tang.

The girl beside her nearly fainted from excitement.
“The male god! The male god is coming closer! Is he… is he coming for me?!”

Chi Cheng braced one hand against the stage’s edge, vaulted down with effortless grace, and landed right in front of Ruan Tang.

Then, in front of everyone, he removed the silver ring from his finger, slipped the chain from his neck, strung the two together, and carefully placed it around her neck.

The striking, rebellious, sun-darkened bad boy’s face burned scarlet as he lowered his head.

“For you.”

Ruan Tang blinked blankly.
“Eh? You want me to keep it safe for you? Return it after the performance?”

Chi Cheng’s embarrassment deepened, his ears nearly bleeding red.

“No need to give it back.”

“Huh?” Ruan Tang tilted her head, puzzled.

Chi Cheng’s lips curled in helpless fondness. This silly little thing.

His large hand brushed the pale curve of her nape, and before the roaring crowd, he bent down and captured her lips, kissing her deeply.

The kiss lingered, long and consuming, before ending amidst the audience’s ecstatic screams.

Chi Cheng pressed his lips against her ear, his voice husky.

“A token of love. Don’t lose it.”

Ruan Tang’s cheeks flamed, her ears burning from his breath.

His gaze locked intensely on her, his thumb stroking her soft earlobe.

That kiss in front of everyone—he wanted the world to know.

Tangtang was his.

He would mark her with something that belonged only to him.

His little soft candy.

Meanwhile, behind a side door of the venue, a shadowy figure lingered in the darkness.

His eyes burned with sharp, blood-red fury as he watched the blinding scene unfold.

The performance ended in a frenzy. For the first time, Ruan Tang had been overwhelmed by the raw power of rock music.

The moment the show ended, the band was swarmed by fans demanding autographs and photos.

Chi Cheng, as the most popular, was completely surrounded, unable to move a step.

He desperately wanted to get to Ruan Tang but was trapped.

On the other side, Ruan Tang obediently started toward the exit passage.

But suddenly, someone blocked her path.

He was tall and lanky, wearing a cap pulled low. The dim lighting made his face impossible to see.

“Miss Ruan Tang, right? Chi Cheng asked me to bring you backstage. Please follow me.”

Thinking he was sent by Chi Cheng, Ruan Tang nodded and followed.

But after walking for some time, the surroundings grew eerily deserted.

Unease prickled at her, and she bit her lip nervously.

“Excuse me… are we not there yet?”

The man glanced back, his voice smooth.
“Almost.”

Just then, her phone rang.

It was Qi Guang.

Ruan Tang didn’t want to answer—after all, they had already broken up.

But for some reason, anxiety gnawed at her, and she pressed the button, lifting it to her ear—without even speaking yet.

A slender, pale hand suddenly snatched the phone away.

The man yanked her into a small, dark room.

Before she could react, her back slammed against the door.

Her eyes widened.
“What are you—”

The room was dim; she couldn’t see his face clearly.

When his icy hand caressed her cheek, her body shivered with a terrible familiarity.

It was him. The man from the amusement park…

The one who had done that to her.

What was he going to do this time?!

He tore off the cap hiding his face, then switched her phone to speaker mode.

Qi Guang’s frantic voice instantly filled the room.

“Tangtang! What happened?! Where are you?!”

The man chuckled lowly.

Ruan Tang, terrified, pressed back against the door, trapped.

Her eyes misted.
“I—I…”

Her words cut off as the man seized her lips in a fierce kiss.

Every sound she tried to make broke apart, spilling out into the open line—straight into Qi Guang’s ears.

Qi Guang’s eyes went bloodshot, his expression murderous.

“Bastard!!! Don’t touch her! Do you hear me?! I’ll find you—I’ll make you pay!!!”

But the man pinning Ruan Tang didn’t care.

He only kissed her harder, coaxing her into making sweeter, clearer sounds—just to let his rival hear every note.

Ruan Tang tried to push him away, but her strength failed her.

Her body turned soft, her mind hazy, her heart racing out of control.