Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 111

Ji Jing was so furious he let out a laugh.

“And who do you think you are, calling her Tangtang? Are you that close with her? Don’t flatter yourself. Miss Ruan only spoke up because she’s kindhearted and couldn’t stand to watch you being pitiful.”

With that, he yanked Bai Jin Feng’s arm off her and tried to pull Ruan Tang back into his own embrace.

But Bai Jin Feng swiftly caught Ruan Tang’s arm again.

“I know.”

His eyes burned as he locked his gaze on Ruan Tang, steady and resolute.

“But I’ll seize this chance. I’ll prove to her that she didn’t misjudge me.”

He had overheard Ruan Tang’s soft defense: “His acting is so good, he’ll definitely become Best Actor one day.”

The passion that had been worn down by endless odd jobs and walk-on roles was suddenly rekindled.

What the industry thought of him didn’t matter.

All he remembered was the gentle, earnest voice of this delicate girl telling him with certainty that he would one day stand as Best Actor.

…

In the end, Ruan Tang was still dragged away by Ji Jing—so quickly that she didn’t even have a chance to say another word to Bai Jin Feng.

Once inside the car, she couldn’t help but glance at the manager sitting beside her, his face dark.

“Brother Ji Jing, why are you so angry?”

Clearly, letting Bai Jin Feng play the role was better.

If the male lead performed well, the movie’s quality would rise, and that would only help her as the female lead.

Ji Jing was always level-headed, sharp, and strategic. How could he not understand such simple logic?

Then why was he so furious?

At her innocent question, a shadow flickered across Ji Jing’s eyes.

He didn’t even know himself why he was acting so out of character.

He just… couldn’t stand it.

The way that man looked at Ruan Tang—it set his blood boiling.

Suddenly, Ji Jing leaned closer, pressing Ruan Tang back against the seat.

His large hand pressed down on her shoulder, his narrow phoenix eyes burning with cold, possessive light as he pinned his gaze to her soft, delicate face.

Ruan Tang blinked her peach blossom eyes. With him so close, her cheeks flushed pink, and a shy, confused allure lingered at the corners of her eyes.

“Brother Ji Jing…?”

“Please behave yourself, Miss. Don’t go around provoking others. Otherwise, I’ll tell your brother and have him take you home.”

Ji Jing’s real profession wasn’t a manager—it was as the most skilled bodyguard of the Ruan family.

He had been sent by Ruan Chen, the head of the family, to act as Ruan Tang’s manager—both to protect her and to keep watch over her.

Ruan Tang’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, her voice trembling softly.

“Brother Ji Jing, you’re hurting me…”

Her skin was impossibly delicate; though he hadn’t used much strength, when he finally released her, faint red marks could already be seen against her porcelain-like shoulder.

Ji Jing froze, then muttered hoarsely, “…Miss, I’m sorry.”

Ruan Tang shook her head.

“It’s okay. I know you’re only worried about me. Don’t worry—I promise I won’t cause trouble for you.”

Ji Jing gazed into her pure, guileless peach blossom eyes and silently sighed.

You don’t understand a thing… Not even the kind of thoughts I have about you…

When they arrived back at her building, Ji Jing was ready to follow her upstairs.

“Some new bookings just came in. Miss, you should take a look and see if you want to accept them.”

Ruan Tang’s eyes widened with panic.

“Uh—why don’t we go talk at a café nearby instead?”

She didn’t dare bring Ji Jing home. What if Qi Xiu happened to be inside—or worse, walked in while they were there?

Noticing her evasiveness, Ji Jing narrowed his eyes.

“What’s wrong? Haven’t we always discussed things at your place before?”

Ruan Tang’s gaze darted nervously, unable to hold his.

“My place is kind of messy… I didn’t clean up. It’d be embarrassing to let you see it.”

“I was just there last night. How messy could it have gotten? And even if it was, what’s the problem? It’s not like I’d mind.”

Ruan Tang was never good at lying. Her small fingers twisted at her clothes, her eyes reddening at the corners as if she were about to cry.

Ji Jing sighed, pushing down his suspicions and the sour ache in his chest. His tone softened.

“…Alright then. Let’s go to the café.”

Ruan Tang instantly brightened with relief and broke into a smile.

“Okay!”

But ten minutes later—

The moment Ruan Tang pushed open the café door and saw the tall, handsome young man standing at the counter in a waiter’s uniform—her vision nearly went black.

Why is my luck so awful?!

She had deliberately avoided going home to keep the two men from meeting, only to walk right into this—

Qi Xiu!

He too froze for a moment.

He had been sending her message after message during his work break, and when none got a reply, he thought she was busy and hadn’t looked at her phone.

But he never expected to lift his head and see Ruan Tang walking in.

Joy flickered in his eyes, but before it could reach his lips, he noticed Ji Jing behind her.

The joy instantly curdled into a heavy, sinking feeling, his gaze darkening as sourness welled up inside.

Work? Is that what this is? Then why go to a café to discuss it? Could it be… a date?

A waitress was about to step forward, but Qi Xiu cut her off.

“I’ll handle that table.”

The girl blinked, flustered, her cheeks turning red.

“But… there are several tables waiting for you already—”

He stood tall, striking in the crisp black-and-white uniform. The other female customers in the café had already been sneaking glances at him; some had even come just because he worked here.

But Qi Xiu was always cold and distant—face impassive, voice clipped, never once responding to flirtations or admiring stares.

Yet now, the cool surface rippled. His eyes held stormy waves as he brushed past his colleague and strode directly toward Ruan Tang’s table.

Ruan Tang bit her lip, lowering her long lashes in panic.

Thank goodness she wore sunglasses and a hat with the brim pulled low. Otherwise, Ji Jing would have immediately seen the guilt written on her face.

How could I be so unlucky? To run right into Qi Xiu working here…

“Excuse me, are you two together?”

Qi Xiu deliberately emphasized the word together, his tone sharp.

Ji Jing frowned.

Was that really a question? It was obvious they had come together.

And why was this young waiter glaring at him with such hostility?

He was sure he had never offended this man before.

“Brother Ji Jing, I… I need to use the restroom first!”

Ruan Tang, desperate to avoid being found out, seized the chance to slip away. She needed to text Qi Xiu—Don’t expose us!

But just as she left, Qi Xiu turned as well.

Ji Jing’s frown deepened, and he grabbed the boy’s arm.

“Hey, I haven’t ordered yet!”

Qi Xiu glanced back, his voice cold.

“Someone else will take your order.”

With that, he shook Ji Jing off and strode in the direction Ruan Tang had gone.

Ji Jing opened his mouth to stop him, but another server had already come up, smiling brightly.

“Sir, what would you like to order? We have a special set today—”

Interrupted, Ji Jing turned back—and realized the surly waiter had already vanished.

Maybe I’m just overthinking it.

Even so, his face stayed grim.

…

Ruan Tang had barely rounded a corner when a strong arm pulled her into an embrace and pinned her against the cool wall.

Qi Xiu pressed his jaw against her shoulder like an abandoned puppy, his voice muffled.

“Jie… you got off work early. Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you reply to my messages? And now you’re here at a café… on a date with that man?”

Ruan Tang’s heart leapt into her throat.

Only a corner away—if Ji Jing followed after them, he would instantly see this intimate scene.