Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 94

Ding ling—

A crisp chime rang out.

Gu Ming dangled a red string with a tiny bell tied to it in front of Ruan Tang, his smile calm and deliberate.

“You lost the bell I gave you.”

Ruan Tang’s eyes widened in surprise.

Right! When had she even lost it? She hadn’t noticed at all.

Gu Ming lowered his lashes, feigning a touch of sadness.

“This belonged to someone very important to me. It’s one of my most precious things.”

A pang of guilt shot through Ruan Tang.

Someone had given her such a treasured keepsake, and she hadn’t even noticed when it went missing…

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s fine.”

Gu Ming carefully tied the red string around her pale, slender wrist.

“If it’s closer to you, maybe you’ll notice it better, Ruan Tang…”

His voice lingered, slow and low, carrying a faint loneliness—
as though he wasn’t speaking of the bell at all, but of himself.

Ruan Tang felt even worse. She struggled, wanting to pull her hand back.

“Something this important… you should keep it yourself, Teacher Gu. I’m afraid I’ll just lose it again…”

“It doesn’t matter.”

After fastening the string, Gu Ming lowered his head reverently and pressed a scorching kiss to the back of her delicate hand.

“Because to me, Tangtang is more precious.”

A flush crept up the corners of Ruan Tang’s eyes. Flustered, she tried to escape, but the large hand at her waist tightened. The next instant, she was pulled fully into the man’s embrace.

Her small face buried into the crook of his neck, long hair tumbling down, her chin resting lightly on his shoulder.

If anyone walked into the office now, they would see them locked in an unmistakably intimate pose.

Ruan Tang was mortified, pushing weakly at his chest.

“Teacher, let me go…”

His cool fingertips brushed her soft earlobe—still faintly marked with the impression of his teeth. His eyes darkened as he forced his tone into something light.

“Little kitten sneaking fish… shouldn’t you remember to wipe your mouth clean?”

“Otherwise, if your little boyfriend sees, won’t he get jealous?”

Ruan Tang blinked, stunned. “What do you mean?”

Gu Ming pulled out a small mirror from the drawer and held it up for her.

Ruan Tang’s eyes went round in shock.

Her neck and earlobes were dotted with unmistakable marks he had left behind!

That awful man!

“Fortunately, I happen to have a choker here. Want it, to cover up?”

He offered her a brand-new black lace choker, trimmed with a neat little bow. It matched perfectly with the sleeveless black dress Ruan Tang was wearing today.

Delighted, Ruan Tang accepted it and fastened it on immediately.

The mirror showed the marks completely concealed. Only then did she finally breathe easy.

“Thank you, Teacher. Turns out you’re a good person after all!”

So she’d misjudged him!

Her eyes, clear and guileless, gleamed like the purest gems.

Gu Ming’s heart stirred violently.

He was no “good person.”

He didn’t tell her that this choker was one he had chosen especially for her.

Not just the choker.

At home, his wardrobe was filled with dresses he’d picked out for her—
some perfectly normal for going out, and others with far less fabric, acquired through special channels.

One day, he would have her wear every single one of them.

And only for his eyes alone.

Suddenly—

Ruan Tang’s phone began to ring.

She quickly answered as she slid off Gu Ming’s lap.

“Chi Zheng-ge?”

The moment that soft, sweet voice of hers called another man’s name, the shadows in Gu Ming’s eyes deepened, his gaze turning almost stormy.

“Oh? You’re already at the school gates? Okay, I’ll come right down—”

She moved too hastily, tripping over a chair and nearly falling.

Gu Ming’s arm shot out, steadying her slim waist.

Leaning close, his lips brushed near her ear where she held the phone, his low magnetic voice laced with amusement as he whispered:

“Careful.”

On the other end, Chi Zheng froze.

Ruan Tang patted her chest, still rattled, and gave Gu Ming a quick smile.

“Thank you, Teacher.”

Then she waved politely, like a well-behaved student leaving after class.

“Goodbye, Teacher!”

Gu Ming’s eyes stayed fixed on her retreating figure, half his face hidden in shadow.

At the gates of T University—

The first thing she saw was Chi Zheng leaning against his motorcycle, a lit cigarette between his lips this time.

His sharp features were carved by the fading twilight, smoke curling around his brows and lashes, giving him a lone, restless air.

“Chi Zheng-ge!”

He immediately crushed the cigarette out.

Then, with a single sweep of his long arm, he pulled Ruan Tang into a crushing embrace.

The acrid scent of smoke clung to him, making her sneeze.

“Sorry.”

Chi Zheng quickly let go, guilt heavy in his face.

Ever since meeting Ruan Tang, he’d been trying to quit smoking. No matter how strong the craving, he would never light up in front of her.

But just now, hearing Gu Ming’s voice over the phone, his frustration had surged, and he’d caved—only for a couple of puffs before she arrived.

“It’s okay.”

Ruan Tang tilted her face up, worry in her eyes.

“Gege, are you upset?”

Chi Zheng lowered his gaze, heart tangled with a thousand thoughts.

He wanted to demand what had happened just now, why she’d been with Gu Ming. But he was terrified of ending up like Qi Guang—jealous and left behind.

He hesitated, caught in knots, until Ruan Tang tugged at his collar, forcing him to lower his head.

Then she rose on tiptoe, pressing her soft lips to the corner of his mouth.

A quick little smack.

Chi Zheng froze.

His eyes trembled, and all he could see was the girl’s smiling face right before him.

“Don’t be sad. You still have me.”

In her clear peach blossom eyes, there was no one else—only him, as though her gaze could hold no other.

His drifting heart suddenly found an anchor.

His throat bobbed. With a swift pull, he clutched her slender waist, bending down to claim her lips.

This kiss carried the harsh bite of tobacco as it crashed over her.

Ruan Tang had to stay on tiptoe, unsteady, her whole weight supported by his arms.

Her little hands gripped his collar as her neck arched back, forced to take the fierce, hungry kiss.

It was the first time Chi Zheng had ever kissed her so roughly. Her tender lips swelled, her eyes glistening with tears, breath nearly stolen away.

Not far away, a tall youth in basketball gear stood frozen where he was.

“Qi Guang-xuezhang, what’s wrong?”

A junior patted his shoulder. “Aren’t you going to practice?”

Qi Guang gave no answer, his gaze locked in torment on the pair locked in that embrace.

The petite, delicate girl was pressed tight in another’s arms, consumed by a storm of kisses, her flushed eyes shimmering with helpless allure.

It felt as though a giant hand had gripped his heart, squeezing so hard he could barely stand.

His chest ached, curling inward.

“Tangtang…”

He had never kissed her like that.