Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 105

Her luxury apartment was located in the city center. Not far away, a tall building stood at a busy intersection where foot traffic was the heaviest.

A massive LED screen at the top of that building was currently broadcasting one of her commercials.

It was a lipstick ad: her lips bright red and enticing, turning back toward the camera with a smile dazzling enough to topple nations.

【You idiot, Tangtang! You’re the hottest actress in Country Z right now! If you walk out like this, you’ll be surrounded by crazed fans in seconds! Put on a mask and a hat, quickly!】

So Ruan Tang, looking pitiful, did as she was told.

…

Twenty minutes later, Ruan Tang returned with her arms full of skewers and barbecue snacks, walking happily and impatiently toward home.

If she weren’t afraid of being recognized the moment she pulled her mask down, she would have already started eating.

The rich, smoky scent of grilled meat was unbearable, and her pace quickened.

At the turn of the street, a delivery e-bike suddenly came rushing at her at breakneck speed.

“Ah!”

Startled, Ruan Tang tried to dodge, but tripped and fell.

The delivery rider hadn’t expected anyone to be there. In a split-second reaction, he yanked the handlebars to swerve away from her.

But he lost control and crashed instead, his bike skidding several feet before grinding to a halt.

“Screeech—”

The sound of metal scraping against the pavement pierced the quiet night.

It was already late, and this stretch of road was fairly deserted, so no one noticed the accident.

Ruan Tang’s knees and arms were scraped, and there was even a thin cut along her cheek.

Luckily, none of it was serious.

She scrambled to her feet and hurried toward the spot where the delivery boy had fallen.

He was a strikingly handsome young man.

He looked fresh out of high school, still carrying the clean, youthful air of a student.

One leg was trapped beneath the e-bike. His helmet had rolled aside, his light-colored T-shirt smeared with dirt.

Beneath his tousled black hair, his eyes were squeezed shut in pain, his thin lips pressed tight.

Ruan Tang froze at the sight.

He was… really good-looking.

Meanwhile—

Qi Xiu thought to himself that he must have left the house on an unlucky day. How could he be this misfortunate?

He had just graduated in June, admitted into one of A City’s top universities. But with his impoverished background, he needed to work summer delivery jobs to scrape together tuition money.

He’d finally finished his last order of the day, completely exhausted, and his mind had slipped.

He never imagined he’d crash into someone.

Gritting his teeth, he forced his eyes open—and froze at the sight before him.

A girl in a black strapless dress, her figure graceful and alluring, her skin fair and luminous. Her peach blossom eyes sparkled as though they could capture a soul.

Even with a mask covering her face, it was obvious—she was stunning, like some kind of fairy enchantress.

A faint sweetness drifted from her, a fragrance that was strangely comforting.

His first coherent thought after the initial daze was: I’m about to get yelled at.

In his weeks of delivery work, he’d heard every curse imaginable.

And this time, it was undeniably his fault for nearly hitting her. However much she scolded him, he deserved it.

But how much would she demand in compensation?

He still hadn’t scraped together enough for tuition. If he had to pay damages on top of that—

Taking a shaky breath, he decided to apologize first.

“I’m sorry—”

“I’m sorry—”

The words overlapped.

Qi Xiu looked up in surprise.

The girl was watching him anxiously, her peach blossom eyes shimmering with mist.

“I forgot my phone, so I can’t call 120—”
(t/n: 120 is China’s emergency number, equivalent to calling 911 in the US.)

Qi Xiu froze.

She… was worried about him?

Her eyes reddened, teeth biting into her lower lip.

“Just hold on, I’ll get you out right away!”

She bent down, her delicate hands gripping the e-bike, trying to lift it.

But she was too weak, still trembling from the scare, her arms and legs soft with no strength.

Before she could get the bike off him, tears were already sliding down her cheeks, big and quiet.

She wept as if he had already died.

Qi Xiu felt helpless, but also inexplicably warm.

His large, defined hand reached up and caught her slender wrist.

“It’s fine. I’ll do it myself.”

With ease, he pushed the bike away. Standing was harder—his leg had been injured.

The bone wasn’t broken, but sharp pain shot up his leg each time he tried to put weight on it.

Supporting himself against a streetlamp, tall but thin, he lowered his gaze. His voice was hoarse as he said:

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. You got hurt because of me.”

He had already noticed the scrapes on her arms and legs, and even a thin scratch trailing from the corner of her eye.

To have scarred such a beautiful girl’s face—

If it left a mark, he would never forgive himself.

Regret and guilt churned in his chest.

But Ruan Tang didn’t seem to mind at all.

“It’s fine, just a scratch. What about you? Does it hurt a lot?”

Her long lashes still glittered with tears, the corners of her eyes tinged red.

Her voice, soft and sweet, was filled with concern as she asked if he was in pain.

Qi Xiu felt a sudden surge of both ache and warmth.

He almost wanted to cry.

He was an orphan.

He had stumbled through life alone, bumping and scraping his way forward without anyone to lean on.

No one had ever asked if he was hurt.

No one had ever spoken to him with such gentleness.

The tall young man ducked his head, hiding the redness gathering in his eyes.

“I’m fine. Could I… get your contact information? I’ll pay for your medical expenses, and the dry cleaning for your clothes.”

“No need! These are just little scrapes, I don’t need medicine. And the clothes can just go in the washing machine!”

Qi Xiu stiffened, then lowered his head again, trying to cover the faint disappointment on his face. His voice rasped:

“…Thank you.”

He had his own small, selfish thought—

He wanted her contact information.

But her refusal was only natural.

He was just a poor college student scraping together tuition, while she looked like a carefree rich young lady.

Their paths would never cross again.

He had no right to expect otherwise.

So Qi Xiu lowered his voice and said goodbye:

“I’ll be leaving then…”

But as he turned, a soft hand caught his arm.

“Wait.”

Startled, he looked back.

Her peach blossom eyes were bright and clear, gazing at him with a smile.

“Your leg’s injured. Come to my place and let me bandage it before you go, okay? My place is really close, just five minutes away!”

Qi Xiu’s heart gave a violent jolt—then began to pound wildly.