Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 95

The younger student had also witnessed the scene at the school gates. His heart ached, and he tugged lightly at Qi Guang’s arm.

“Senior… don’t watch anymore…”

He could clearly see that Senior Qi Guang’s eyes had turned red.

Yet Qi Guang remained stubborn, fixated, refusing to look away.

Only when Ruan Tang was carried onto the back seat of Chi Zheng’s motorcycle and disappeared into the distance did Qi Guang finally collapse, as if all the strength had been drained from his body. He crouched down, shoulders trembling.

“Senior, are you okay?”

“…She’s happy.”

Qi Guang buried his face between his knees, his voice muffled with a sobbing undertone.

“As long as I see her happy, that’s enough.”

The younger student froze for a moment.

Sigh… turns out Senior is a hopeless romantic after all.

…

That evening, Chi Zheng’s performance ended smoothly.

The instant he stepped off stage, he hurried toward the booth where Ruan Tang was waiting.

What greeted him was the sight of the girl curled up in the corner of the sofa, fast asleep.

She wore a black cinched-waist dress, its skirt blossoming like a flower bud. Her pale, slender legs stretched out, with her tiny feet as delicate as carved jade—utterly adorable.

She hugged her knees, her little head tilted to the side, sleeping soundly.

Chi Zheng shook his head, both helpless and indulgent.

“To be able to sleep so soundly in a noisy place like this… that’s impressive.”

But it also made clear just how tired she truly was.

After all, she was usually asleep before ten. For his sake, she had stayed up so late—until exhaustion finally overcame her.

A tender ache tugged at Chi Zheng’s chest.

“Sweetheart, don’t sleep here, you’ll catch a cold.”

He gently pinched her soft cheek.

Ruan Tang seemed to sense it. Her delicate brows knitted together, her lips pouting with a hint of grievance. She rolled over, changed her position, and continued sleeping.

Chi Zheng couldn’t help but laugh.

So cute.

But then his gaze fell upon her pale wrist.

A red string with a small bell dangled there, giving off a crisp chime.

His brows drew tight.

This bell… wasn’t that the one I threw away?

He had found it unbearably annoying, so he’d secretly slipped it off her wrist and tossed it when she wasn’t looking.

How the hell is it back?!

He scowled, reaching out to undo the red string again—

Only to be interrupted by a mocking chuckle.

“So this is all you amount to, Chi Zheng.”

Chi Zheng’s face instantly darkened.

It was Gu Ming.

He held a half-finished glass of wine, his head tilted slightly. His beautiful phoenix eyes swept over with cool disdain, ridicule plain in their depths.

Chi Zheng’s hand itched to grab the bottle off the table and smash it over that bastard’s head.

Wait—bottle?!

His gaze darted to the table. Sure enough, a wine bottle sat there.

And in front of Ruan Tang’s spot, there was a glass—half-filled with rich red liquid.

Rage flared in his chest. He grabbed Gu Ming by the collar and swung a fist at his face.

Gu Ming tilted his head, evading smoothly. In return, he tried to douse Chi Zheng with the wine from his glass.

Chi Zheng was forced to let go and dodge, but still caught splashes on his shoulder.

Fury radiated off him as he glared at Gu Ming.

“You tricked her into drinking?!”

Gu Ming lifted his hands lazily in mock innocence.

“The waiter delivered it to the wrong table. I was just about to stop her, but I was a step too late—she’d already taken a sip.”

His gaze softened as he looked indulgently at the sleeping girl.

“Such a silly little kitten. Her alcohol tolerance is abysmal. Looks like we can’t bring her to places like this again.”

Then, with deliberate provocation, he glanced at Chi Zheng.

“You should be thanking me. If not for me, she would’ve already been taken away by some man with bad intentions.”

Chi Zheng’s scowl deepened.

When he’d been on stage, the crowd below had been too thick. He hadn’t been able to keep an eye on her corner of the room.

He had reminded his brother to watch over her. This bar was their family’s business—he thought there’d be no danger. But even so, someone had tried to take advantage of the gap.

He slammed his fist into the wall, chest tight with guilt.

Gu Ming, however, wasn’t done twisting the knife.

“Besides… it’s already past eleven. The dorms have long since locked up. Where exactly are you planning to take her?”

Chi Zheng froze. He truly hadn’t thought that far.

“Or…” Gu Ming’s voice dipped, cold as steel. “…was your plan all along to keep her out all night? To spend the night with you?”

Chi Zheng’s face flushed with anger. “I would never think of something like that!!!”

Gu Ming sneered. “Heh. I don’t believe you.”

“Ruan Tang is my girlfriend! What does it have to do with you? Why are you even here?!”

At the word girlfriend, Gu Ming’s eyes chilled even further.

“I’m her teacher. Naturally, I have a responsibility to ensure her safety.”

“Tch. Don’t use some righteous excuse to cover up your filth.”

Gu Ming tilted his eyes wide in feigned surprise. “What a shock—you even know how to use idioms.”

“You—damn it—!!!” Chi Zheng’s fists clenched, ready to swing again.

But Gu Ming cut in smoothly.

“I’ve already booked a room at a nearby hotel.”

Chi Zheng froze.

“The presidential suite. The best conditions available. You can let her rest there for the night.”

Chi Zheng eyed him suspiciously.

This man, being generous? Not a chance.

“On one condition.” Gu Ming’s lips curved into a smile, words slow and deliberate.

“I’m coming too.”

The vein in Chi Zheng’s temple throbbed violently.

…

Fifteen minutes later.

The receptionist at the hotel front desk stared in astonishment at the three people before her.

Two men, drastically different in temperament, but both strikingly handsome—faces easily fit for celebrity stardom.

They stood one on each side, supporting a girl between them.

The girl seemed tipsy, a little dazed, unable to stand properly. Her half-lidded peach blossom eyes shimmered with moisture, alluring in her haziness.

Noticing the receptionist’s gaze, she even gave her a soft little smile.

The receptionist’s face instantly flushed red.

But then the cold, dark-haired man shot her a sharp look. “Reservation under 1401. Presidential suite.”

Her heart stuttered under his glare, and she fumbled nervously to check them in.

When she suggested sending a staff member to guide them, the buzz-cut, tanned man waved her off.

“Just give me the key. We’ll go ourselves.”

As she handed over the card, the receptionist hesitated, then couldn’t help but whisper nervously:

“…Excuse me, but… what’s your relationship?”

She worried the girl had been plied with alcohol and dragged here against her will.

Normally, she knew better than to ask. Hotels valued privacy, and her manager had warned against meddling no matter how strange the situation seemed.

But this time, her heart clenched at the sight of the fragile, obedient girl caught between two dominant men.

If… if the two of them at once…

Cough, cough. She might not survive the night.

Chi Zheng raked a frustrated hand through his hair.

“I’m her boyfriend.” He jabbed a finger at Gu Ming. “He’s her teacher.”

The receptionist’s expression instantly turned… complicated.

She glanced between the three of them, her gaze growing more and more conflicted.