Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 91

She was a natural at acting spoiled, her soft, coquettish voice making ears tingle.

Her small hand tugged at Lu He’s shirt hem as she looked up at him pitifully, begging.

Lu He froze.

In a flash, his mind conjured another scene entirely—an ambiguous illusion. It felt as though the girl were begging him not for a book, but for something else entirely…

His gaze darkened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed uncontrollably.

Chi Cheng exploded instantly.

He yanked Ruan Tang into his arms, possessive arms locking around her slender neck while the other hand wound tightly around her waist.

Then, burning with jealousy, he bit down on the soft skin of her neck, teeth grinding against the delicate flesh. Of course, he didn’t dare use real force—just enough to leave behind a faint, ambiguous mark.

His voice was sulky and sour, muffled against her skin:

“Hey, your man isn’t dead yet. You’re not allowed to beg anyone else! I’ll get jealous!!!”

Ruan Tang’s body was too sensitive—her knees went weak at once, and she leaned helplessly against his chest, the corners of her eyes flushing red with an enticing blush.

“Chi Cheng-gege, you… what are you doing…”

The smile instantly vanished from Lu He’s face.

His fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms, nearly breaking skin.

He wanted nothing more than to storm over and drag Ruan Tang into his arms.

But he had no right.

Right now, to Tangtang, he was nothing.

At best, just a gentle senior who lent her books.

He needed to carve his presence deeper into her heart.

He couldn’t rush.

That was what he told himself, though his eyes were as cold and dangerous as a blade.

In the end, Lu He still lent the book to Ruan Tang.

Clutching the book, she was overjoyed. After bidding the two men a quick farewell, she ran back to her dorm, eager to continue reading.

Chi Cheng felt his jealousy grow worse.

How could it be that he was now jealous… of a book?

Lu He turned to leave.

Chi Cheng shoved a heavy hand down on his shoulder.

“Hey. Did you see Ruan Tang today—other than just now?”

He suspected this man might be the one Tangtang had been secretly meeting.

Lu He didn’t know what had happened earlier, but one look at Chi Cheng’s face was enough for him to guess.

He smirked meaningfully.

“Why not ask Tangtang directly? Aren’t you her boyfriend?”

Chi Cheng’s expression darkened at the jab to his sore spot.

Lu He brushed off his hand with disdain, even patting his own shoulder as though wiping off something dirty.

“Of course I’ve seen her. We meet in secret every day. And not just meeting—anything you two have or haven’t done, she and I can do too—”

He hadn’t even finished before Chi Cheng swung a fist at his face.

Lu He had long anticipated it. He sidestepped, sneering coldly at Chi Cheng’s fury.

“What’s the matter? Don’t believe me? Then why ask? Even if I told you, you wouldn’t believe it, right?”

His lips curled with mockery.

“The moment you started doubting Ruan Tang, you and she were already doomed.”

His eyes curved in malicious delight.

“I’ll be looking forward to that day.”

Chi Cheng’s face turned black with fury.

Ruan Tang soon noticed Chi Cheng had become clingier.

Though he wasn’t a T University student, he now came to her dorm every single day without fail—rain or shine.

Sometimes bringing breakfast, sometimes milk tea or snacks, sometimes inviting her out for dinner.

He spoiled her thoroughly. Her baby-fat cheeks grew rosier and cuter, while her waist and legs remained slim—the weight all settling exactly where it should.

She felt softer in his arms than ever.

Every time Chi Cheng lifted her off his motorcycle, his abdominal muscles went taut as iron, suppressing desires that had no business surfacing.

He even insisted on escorting her to class.

Her classmates in the Chinese department had gotten used to it.

Every day during lectures, the gentle little beauty who looked like a timid bunny was personally escorted to the classroom by that wild, beastly-looking man.

Before leaving, he would always sweep the room with a sharp gaze—especially glaring murderously at any male students who dared sneak glances at Ruan Tang—before finally leaving, satisfied.

That day.

Ruan Tang stood at the classroom door, waving sweetly at him.

“Chi Cheng-gege, see you tonight.”

He gazed at her with indulgent eyes.

“There’s a live show tonight. You’re really coming?”

“Of course!” She tilted her head up, her smile bright and sugary.

“Chi Cheng-gege looks so handsome when you play the drums. I have to watch!”

Chi Cheng’s heart nearly melted on the spot.

“But it doesn’t start until eleven. By then, my Tangtang would normally be asleep.”

His little sweetheart was always an early-to-bed good girl.

“It’s fine. Staying up late once in a while doesn’t matter!”

Her peach blossom eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation.

He wanted to kiss her right there. But with so many people around, and knowing his Tangtang’s thin skin, he held back.

Instead, he ruffled her soft hair, his deep, husky voice gentle enough to kill.

“Alright. I’ll finish rehearsal first, then come pick you up tonight.”

“Okay~”

Chi Cheng was reluctant to leave, wanting to linger a moment longer—

But a cold male voice cut through.

“Class is about to begin. Unrelated persons, please leave immediately.”

Not far away stood a tall, striking youth in a crisp white shirt that made his pale complexion glow.

Black hair, black eyes, sharp and elegant features—like a vampire prince dwelling in a medieval castle.

It was Gu Ming.

At a single glance, Chi Cheng’s blood pressure spiked. His mind flashed back to that night at the mixer—

This man, kneeling before Ruan Tang, reverently cupping her porcelain-white calf, eyes twisted with obsession and possessiveness.

The memory made him seethe.

“The hell—why are you here?”

Chi Cheng grabbed Gu Ming’s collar viciously, his eyes sharp and dangerous.

Gu Ming frowned slightly, looking at him with disdain, as though at a wild beast gone mad in public.

Ruan Tang panicked and tugged Chi Cheng’s arm.

“Chi Cheng-gege, let go—this is Teacher Gu…”

Chi Cheng froze. Teacher Gu??

A cold smile tugged at Gu Ming’s lips.

“Professor Gu isn’t well. This semester, I’ll be covering his classes as the teaching assistant. What, do you have a problem with that?”

A problem? That didn’t even begin to cover it.

Chi Cheng was so angry he could spit fire.

What kind of rotten luck was this—of all people, it had to be someone surnamed Gu. Could he be related to this bastard?

In fact, he guessed right.

Professor Gu was none other than Gu Ming’s uncle. The substitution had been arranged by him and approved by the dean.

Or more accurately, begged for by the dean.

Because Gu Ming’s academic level was easily high enough to qualify him as lecturer in his own right—calling him an “assistant” was already selling him short.

But he didn’t care for titles.

He only wanted more chances to be near Ruan Tang.

Chi Cheng turned to her, jaw tight.

“Tangtang. This whole time… he’s the one teaching this class?”

She nodded.

“That’s right.”

Chi Cheng’s fists clenched hard.