Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 107

After finishing all that, Ruan Tang finally let out a breath of relief.

She rushed back to the cabinet, pulled the door open, and whispered an apology in her soft voice.

“Sorry for making you wait… so long…”

The tall young man was curled up in the corner of the cabinet, his long legs awkwardly drawn in, arms wrapped tightly around his knees, head buried in the crook of his elbow—like he had shut himself away from the entire world.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Qi Xiu’s muffled voice came from the shadows of his arm.

“…I’m fine.”

But he wasn’t fine.
He couldn’t erase the image he had just seen:

The moment that other man removed her mask, revealing her breathtaking, country-toppling beauty.

It was a face he had seen countless times before—
on the massive LED screens downtown,
on television,
on the glowing displays of people’s phones,
bathed in envious stares from countless others.

She belonged to another world. A girl adored by millions, untouchable and far away.

Yet right now, she was standing vividly before him.

So close, just one stretch of his hand and he could touch her—
yet still impossibly out of reach.

That man had held her in his arms.
Qi Xiu had watched as he slowly leaned down, closer and closer, until he nearly kissed her.

It felt like his own heart was being torn apart.

The pain, the unwillingness, wrapped around him so tightly that he couldn’t contain himself.
His fist had slammed against the cabinet door.

And in that instant, he had been despicable.

He wanted that man to notice him.
He wanted them to argue, to break up.

It was base. It was selfish. It was wishful thinking.

Qi Xiu buried his head deeper between his knees, unable to face the clear, untainted peach-blossom eyes of the girl before him.

“Oh, I forgot to ask—what’s your name?”

Ruan Tang crouched down in front of him, her voice soft and sweet.

Qi Xiu cautiously lifted his face. His long, phoenix-shaped eyes were faintly bloodshot.

“…My name is Qi Xiu,” he rasped.

Ruan Tang smiled at him, gentle and obedient.
“I’m Ruan Tang!”

A bitter curve tugged at his lips.
“I… know.”

Not just the whole university—practically the entire country knew her name.

She hardly needed to introduce herself.

But still, her eyes curved into a bright smile as she stood, holding out her pale little hand.

“Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, that makes us friends! Come on, let me help you up.”

Qi Xiu pressed his lips together, bitterness welling in his heart.

He wasn’t worthy of being her friend.

And yet… he couldn’t bring himself to reject that softness.

He placed his hand in hers.

It felt like holding everything he had ever longed for.

Ten minutes later.

Ruan Tang sat beside Qi Xiu, leaning slightly as she carefully tended to the wound on his leg.

Qi Xiu’s austere face was flushed red, his gaze fixed blankly on her.

Her silky hair slipped down from her snow-pale shoulders, revealing the slender line of her neck, as fine as carved jade.

A faint sweet fragrance clung to her, brushing past his nose.

From his angle, when she bent forward, he caught a glimpse of the faint hollow at her collar, the delicate curve drawing his eyes until his throat went dry. He quickly turned his head away, not daring to look again.

“I can do it myself…”

His voice was hoarse, as if suppressing something deeper.

Ruan Tang remained focused on wrapping the wound, then looked up and flashed him a smile as sweet as honey.

“It’s fine, I’m almost done. Just a little longer, okay?”

Qi Xiu’s breath caught.

When she smiled, her peach-blossom eyes sparkled like starlight.

For a moment, he wondered if he was dreaming.

How else could he be looking at a fairy?

“All done.”

Ruan Tang put away the bandages and medicine, then handed some to him.

“Here, keep these. Remember to change your dressing on time. Do you have anyone at home to help you?”

Qi Xiu lowered his eyes slightly.

“I don’t have family. It’s just me.”

Ruan Tang paused.

The words made him feel even more despicable, as though he were deliberately using her sympathy.

But all he wanted was for her to care about him a little more—no matter how.

Her soft, warm hand suddenly covered his where it rested on his leg. His whole body stiffened, but when he looked up, she was smiling at him. A smile soft, sweet, and full of light.

“I’ve got plenty of empty rooms here. Do you want to stay?”

Qi Xiu froze, utterly stunned, before disbelief flickered across his eyes.

Then, just as quickly, a shadow crossed them again.

“…Won’t your boyfriend mind?”

Ruan Tang tilted her head, clearly puzzled.

“Boyfriend? What boyfriend? No one told me I had one.”

The system had said she was single, after all.

Since when did the state start assigning boyfriends?

Relief and barely contained joy spread across Qi Xiu’s face. He tightened his hold on her hand.

“So that man earlier… he isn’t your boyfriend?”

Ruan Tang shook her head, blinking innocently.

“Nope. Ji Jing-ge is my agent.”

At last, the thorn in Qi Xiu’s heart was plucked free, the ache and sourness melting into something gentler—something achingly grateful.

He lowered his gaze to her small hand resting in his, pale, tender, and soft.

These were the hands of someone pampered, someone who had never suffered, a girl raised in sweetness.

Then he looked at his own—broad palms, long fingers, skin darkened, faint calluses rough against her delicacy.

The contrast was stark, like the gap in their worlds.

And yet—

He wanted to be someone worthy of her.

But before that, he had to stay by her side.

He wouldn’t let anyone take her away.

“Alright. I’ll stay here. With you.”

Qi Xiu looked at her with unwavering resolve.

“I can cook, clean, take care of daily chores. I’ll even pay rent. Please let me stay.”

Ruan Tang sat gracefully on the sofa, pale skin and red lips blooming like a quiet lotus—breathtaking.

“Okay! But you don’t need to pay rent. The room would just be empty anyway. Oh, right—”

She tilted her head in that adorable way of hers, looking at him curiously.

“I forgot to ask, how old are you?”

Qi Xiu ducked his head, looking a little shy.

“Nineteen.”

Ruan Tang’s eyes curved in a smile, and she beckoned him over.

“I’m twenty. So be good, little brother—come here and let your big sister pat your head.”

Qi Xiu couldn’t help but laugh.

By height and build, he was clearly the taller, stronger one. But this petite, adorable girl was the older one—and insisted on calling herself “big sister.”

The contrast was so endearing it nearly killed him.

He obediently bent down, letting Ruan Tang ruffle his hair like he was a little puppy, while she praised him in her soft, sing-song voice.

“Such a good boy~”

In that instant, his gaze dropped—and landed on the pale curve of her thigh beneath her skirt. His throat bobbed involuntarily.

If she knew what he was thinking right now…
would she still call him a good boy in that sweet, innocent voice?