Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 110

The director called for the scene to begin.

Bai Jin Feng was dressed in nothing more than a plain white shirt.

But the moment he entered the role, he seemed to transform—instantly becoming the aloof, desireless master from the script.

Reclining on the celestial seat carved from dragon bone and phoenix feathers, he looked down indifferently at the girl being brought before him.

“Lift your head.”

Her clothing was slightly disheveled, draping over her delicate frame. Obediently, the girl slowly raised her head.

Those innocent, bewildered peach-blossom eyes reflected the man’s cold, deep features.

Bai Jin Feng’s breath stalled for an instant.

At last, he understood why Wang Yu had forgotten his lines so many times.

From this angle, the sight was overwhelming—
the gentle girl, clothes in disarray, kneeling at the steps, her collar revealing a glimpse of skin as pale as flawless jade.

Her soft lashes trembled, her rosy lower lip was bitten between her teeth, and at the corners of her eyes lingered a faint, hazy trace of emotion.

—No man could face such a vision up close and remain entirely rational.

Even he felt a sudden, dangerous impulse to claim her for himself.

To press his thumb roughly against that soft, full lip.
To leave his mark upon that luminous skin.

He shut his eyes for a moment, forcing the rising heat down into the depths of his chest.

When he opened them again, his gaze was once more cold and remote, embodying the heartless master without desire.

But his hand, clenched tightly at his side, betrayed him—the tendons in his fist stood out sharply beneath his skin.

The image of Bai Jin Feng lowering his gaze as Ruan Tang lifted hers was breathtaking, like a painting come to life.

Even the crew around them couldn’t help but hold their breath.

Just as Bai Jin Feng was about to speak his line, he was abruptly cut off.

“Cut—”

Director Wang’s voice shook slightly as he called it.

The chemistry between the two was too strong.

With only a brief exchange of looks, they had created something deeply compelling.

Bai Jin Feng had performed beautifully—his eyes alone carried the story. He hadn’t spoken a single line, yet he already had everyone entranced.

If this continued, his nephew would be utterly destroyed in comparison.

So, against his own judgment, the director began criticizing.

“Bai Jin Feng, what was that? Where were the lines? You just stared at Ruan Tang without saying a word—you’ll scare people like that!”

Bai Jin Feng glared at him furiously.

He knew very well the man was talking nonsense, but in his position, he couldn’t argue back.

His fists clenched so hard at his sides that his nails dug deep into his palms.

At that moment, Ruan Tang spoke up.

“I thought he acted wonderfully.”

She was helped to her feet, dusted off her skirt, and looked at Bai Jin Feng with eyes curved in a smile.

“For a second there, I almost believed my master had truly appeared before me.”

Bai Jin Feng’s heart hammered wildly in his chest.

After praising him, Ruan Tang’s smile faded, her fine brows drawing together in confusion. She looked at Director Wang.

“Director, I believe he’s the most suitable choice for this role. Why replace him at the last moment? Is it only because Wang Yu happens to be your nephew?”

Everyone in the crew knew this already, but only Ruan Tang dared to say it aloud.

And she said it with the same obedient, sweet expression, leaving Director Wang speechless in front of everyone.

Humiliated, the director snapped,

“I’m the director! Casting is my authority! Whoever I choose plays the role! Even you have no right to interfere!”

But Ruan Tang didn’t flinch. She only tilted her head slightly and smiled sweetly.

“You’re right. Casting is your authority. But whether or not I play the role is mine.”

She pointed at Bai Jin Feng, her voice soft but firm enough to echo in every ear.

“Unless he’s given the male lead, I withdraw from this production.”

The set erupted into shocked whispers.

Even Bai Jin Feng himself was stunned. He hurriedly caught her hand, his voice urgent.

“Miss Ruan Tang, you don’t have to do this for me—”

Ruan Tang was not like him.

She was already famous. But precisely because of that, she had more enemies than allies. One wrong move and her rivals would seize the chance to smear her name.

Why risk so much for a man she had just met—?

Director Wang laughed angrily.

“Ruan Tang, don’t forget—you signed a contract! If you quit now, you’ll owe a fortune in penalties! Have you forgotten?”

Ruan Tang tilted her head.

“That’s fine. I have money.”

She was telling the truth.

The Ruan family was a financial powerhouse overseas. She had never worried about food or clothing in her life. Acting was nothing more than a game for her.

If she didn’t act, she’d only have to return home and inherit hundreds of billions in assets.

The director was at a loss for words. His chest heaved furiously, as if he might faint on the spot.

Ruan Tang’s box-office pull was no joke.

If she dropped out, this entire production would collapse.

He knew which way the scales tipped.

Forcing down his anger, he plastered on a smile.

“Miss Ruan, I’ve reconsidered. You’re right. Bai Jin Feng does seem suited for the role.”

“Uncle!!” Wang Yu cried in panic.

Director Wang slapped him across the face.

“Shut up, you useless brat!”

If his nephew hadn’t been outshone by a newcomer, he wouldn’t have been humiliated like this.

“Enough. We’ll wrap up for today. Mr. Bai, I’ll have my assistant prepare your contract.”

Bai Jin Feng froze in disbelief.

Ruan Tang grabbed at his sleeve, delighted.

“Yes! That means I get to act opposite you now!”

Bai Jin Feng looked down at her in a daze. After a pause, he turned his head, his ears burning red.

“Thank you… for this.”

By the time Bai Jin Feng finished signing his contract and went to find her, she was already gone.

Her makeup artist, Xiao Yu, told him,

“Looking for Tang Tang? Her manager picked her up a while ago. She got quite the scolding, too.”

Bai Jin Feng’s eyes darkened.

“Which way did they go?”

Xiao Yu pointed.

And Bai Jin Feng immediately took off after them.

…

Ji Jing had already been notified while handling company business. He rushed over at once, face thunderous with anger.

All the way there, he scolded Ruan Tang nonstop.

“Reckless! For a nobody extra, is it worth defending him like this?!”

Ruan Tang lowered her lashes and murmured softly.

“He’s not an extra. His acting is incredible. One day he’ll be a Best Actor, I know it…”

Ji Jing grew even angrier. Beyond his fury was something harder to name—an unmistakable jealousy.

He gripped her shoulders, his voice sharp, eyes blazing behind the thin rims of his gold glasses.

“What does it matter to you if he becomes a Best Actor? Why do you care so much about him? Did he save your life in a past one?”

Ruan Tang shrank back at his roar—

Only to be pulled swiftly into another embrace.

A strong arm wrapped firmly around her waist, dragging her away from Ji Jing.

Above her head, a cool, magnetic voice spoke:

“Don’t blame her. It’s all my fault.”

Ji Jing’s temple throbbed with fury.

The tall, elegant man held the delicate girl in his arms, looking perfectly natural, perfectly justified—as if she belonged there.

And he met Ji Jing’s glare head-on, utterly unflinching.

“Tang Tang only acted this way because of me.”