Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 108

And so, their cohabitation began.

Qi Xiu’s cooking was truly remarkable. He tailored every dish to match Ruan Tang’s tastes, and after just one week, she was thoroughly spoiled by his care.

Her skin grew softer and more radiant, smooth and delicate, her whole being sweet and tender—like a piece of melt-in-your-mouth candy.

That day, Ji Jing came to pick Ruan Tang up for filming.

He stood waiting by the car, and the moment he saw her jogging toward him, he was stunned all over again.

Ruan Tang had spent the week at home on break, declining all schedules and appearances. Ji Jing hadn’t seen her for days, and now she seemed even lovelier.

His eyes couldn’t move away. His heartbeat picked up, loud and unsteady.

He looked like some awkward boy meeting his first crush, unconsciously straightening his posture, his face tinged with red as he stared.

“Miss Ruan Tang, good morning.”

“Morning, Ji Jing-ge. Sorry, I overslept…”

She was slightly breathless from running, resting a small hand against her knee as she lifted her gaze apologetically.

From Ji Jing’s angle, her long lashes trembled like the wings of a butterfly about to take flight.

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

“It’s fine. I just got here too.”

In truth, he’d been waiting downstairs for half an hour already—simply to see her sooner.

Only when he laid eyes on her again did he finally realize what that restless agitation all week had been.

It was the ache of missing her.

Once inside the car, Ji Jing leaned over to fasten her seatbelt.

His profile was clean-cut and refined, his sharp phoenix eyes softened behind the rim of gold-framed glasses.

He looked as though he were born for suits, his tall posture carrying an effortless air of noble restraint.

But now, as he lowered his head to buckle the strap for her, his movements were delicate and careful. Even his gaze gentled, making his features seem all the more captivating.

Ruan Tang found herself staring.

Then her phone buzzed.

She glanced down—it was a message from Qi Xiu.

Just three words:

[I miss you.]

Her cheeks flushed. She quickly tucked the phone out of sight, remembering that she still hadn’t told Ji Jing about Qi Xiu.

When she lifted her head, she realized Ji Jing was still leaning close, his eyes fixed intently on her.

His expression was unreadable, cold enough to be unnerving.

“Ji Jing-ge… what is it?”

He stayed quiet for a moment, recalling the brief flash of text he’d glimpsed. Agitation burned in his chest, but he forced himself to hold it back.

“It’s nothing. I just wondered if Miss Ruan Tang had anything she wanted to tell her manager.”

Her heart skipped. Had he seen?

If he had, he would surely demand she send Qi Xiu away.

So she shook her head quickly, biting her lip, her voice unsteady.

“N-no… nothing.”

“Good.” His tone was calm, though his grip on the steering wheel suddenly tightened. “But… you do remember telling me you’re focused on your career right now, and that you didn’t plan on dating, right?”

Ruan Tang thought for a moment. That had been something the original host had said. She nodded.

“I remember.”

Ji Jing’s gaze stayed ahead, his tone flat, though relief loosened his chest.

“And… has that changed?”

“No.”

He finally exhaled quietly.

At that moment, the light turned red. He stopped the car, then turned his head to look at her.

She squirmed under his stare, her cheeks tinged pink. “Ji Jing-ge, what’s wrong?”

He reached out, fingers brushing over her long hair, grazing lightly against the sensitive skin near her ear.

“There was a petal here. I took it off for you.”

Ruan Tang clapped her hand over her heated ear, blinking in confusion.

“Ah… o-okay. Thank you.”

Ji Jing pulled his hand back. Empty. There had never been any petal.

Restarting the car, his voice was low and gentle.

“It’s best if you don’t date right now. But if someone does catch your eye, make sure you tell me first—”

His lips curved faintly, though the rest of his thought stayed silent.

Because if someone does, I’ll make sure they never appear in front of you again.

At the filming location, Ruan Tang greeted the staff, then had her makeup done and waited in the lounge.

Her phone buzzed again.

She remembered—she still hadn’t replied to Qi Xiu.

On the ride over, Ji Jing had filled the silence with cautionary tales: celebrities whose romances went public, their careers tanking, their reputations ruined.

She hadn’t had a chance to check her phone.

Now she finally opened it—only to find message after message from Qi Xiu.

Nearly one every few minutes.

[Jiejie, what are you doing? Why aren’t you replying…]
[Are you busy? (puppy crying.jpg)]
[I stopped by the store after work. What should we have for dinner?]
[Hotpot?]
[I learned a few new desserts. If you get off early, I’ll make some for you, okay?]

He worked too. His job was harder and more exhausting than hers.

Yet whenever he had a free moment, he pulled out his phone to send her a message.

She wasn’t busy—she’d just forgotten.

Even while getting her makeup done, she’d been distracted by constant chatter, and Qi Xiu had slipped her mind.

Guilt pricked at her.

She tapped quickly across the keyboard.

[I’m on set now. Just finished makeup and costume. Do you want to see?]

His reply was instant.

[I want to see!!!]

The string of exclamation points betrayed his excitement.

Ruan Tang wasn’t used to selfies. A little shy, a little awkward, she raised her phone, tilted her head, and snapped one without posing.

No filters, no edits—she just sent it straight.

Qi Xiu was at his café job that day.

During a quiet moment, he slipped into the corner and opened the photo.

And froze.

Even with just the faintest smile, she was impossibly sweet.

She wore a pink gauzy costume in traditional style, her long hair twisted into an intricate bun adorned with tiny blossoms, making her look even more delicate and enchanting.

She was already beautiful barefaced; with makeup and those luminous peach blossom eyes, she was devastating.

The small red beauty mark beneath her eye added the final touch of allure.

“Jiejie…” Qi Xiu’s throat tightened.

He stared a while longer, then simply set the picture as his phone’s wallpaper.

He wanted to see her every time he unlocked his screen.

But as he made the change, his gaze caught on something at the edge of the photo—

A tall, striking man with a cold, aloof air.

Even in an ordinary white shirt smudged with dust, carrying a box of props, he looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine.

His hair was slightly tousled, but nothing could hide his elegance.

Those long, narrow eyes cut past the bustling crew and equipment—

Fixing unerringly on Ruan Tang, caught mid-selfie, his gaze deep and intent.