Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 112

“Axiu, you’re too close…”

Instead of backing away, Qi Xiu nuzzled against the side of her neck like a spoiled puppy, lightly brushing his cheek against her skin and breathing in her scent.

“You smell like that guy’s cologne.”

His voice was dripping with jealousy.

Ruan Tang squirmed from the tickle of his hair brushing her skin. Her cheeks flushed pink, and even her soft voice trembled.

“Don’t fool around… what if he sees us?”

“Then let him see. He’s only your manager. Since when does he get to control who you’re close with?”

As he spoke, Qi Xiu wrapped one broad palm around her slender waist, pulling her in even tighter. His voice turned hoarse.

“I missed you so much.”

All day, he had felt like a soul wandering without a body, his mind consumed with her.

What was she doing? Had she been filming? With who? What kind of male actors?

Did she have intimate scenes with them…?

The thought of her smiling and talking with another man made it impossible for him to sit still. His chest had been tight the entire day.

“Be good, Axiu. Let me go, okay?”

Bitterness rose in Qi Xiu’s chest, but he reminded himself: to her, he was nothing more than a boarder she had taken in.

He had no right to interfere in her relationships with others.

Reluctantly, he let her go and stood before her, head bowed, lashes casting shadows over his sharp features, every line of his face carrying quiet dejection.

“Jiejie…” (t/n: literally “older sister,” a form of intimate address Qi Xiu uses for Ruan Tang. It carries tenderness and dependence rather than a purely familial meaning.)

Ruan Tang rose on tiptoe and gently patted his hair, her voice soft and soothing.

“Sorry, Axiu. So much happened today, I forgot to reply to your messages.”

Qi Xiu froze. A moment later, his face reddened, and he quickly turned away.

“It’s fine… I know you’re busy. I shouldn’t have sent so many messages bothering you.”

Ruan Tang softly took his hand.

“Ji Jing-ge isn’t just my manager. He’s someone my brother assigned to watch over me. If he finds out I let another man stay at my place without permission, he’ll report me.”

Qi Xiu blinked in surprise.

So that was the reason.

He had thought she was hiding their relationship because she cared about Ji Jing.

But hearing her explain it to him so gently filled his chest with a quiet sweetness.

Unconsciously, the corners of his lips lifted.

“Okay, Jiejie. I’ll behave.”

When Ruan Tang returned to the table, she found Ji Jing had already ordered her coffee and cake.

Her eyes lit up as she smiled at him.

“Thank you, Ji Jing-ge.”

Ji Jing’s lips curved in indulgence. “As long as Miss likes it.”

Ruan Tang picked up a small fork, lifted a piece of cake, and slipped it between her rosy lips.

For one fleeting instant, Ji Jing caught sight of her pink tongue curling around the pale cream, the simple action carrying a hint of sinful allure.

His Adam’s apple bobbed sharply, his gaze darkening.

Ruan Tang noticed his expression and blinked her wide, innocent peach-blossom eyes. With her mouth full, she mumbled indistinctly:

“What’s wrong?”

Ji Jing’s voice came out hoarse.

“You’ve got cream… on your lips.”

“Eh? Where?”

Her cheeks reddened as she raised her hand to wipe it away, but she didn’t know where to start.

A long, well-defined hand reached across the table, brushing against the soft corner of her lips.

His fingertip lingered, slowly stroking away the faint trace of cream—but unwilling to leave.

Just then—thud!

A cup of coffee slammed heavily onto their table.

The impact was so forceful the cup nearly cracked, and droplets of coffee splashed onto the surface.

Qi Xiu’s eyes burned with suppressed fury as he gritted out each word:

“Sir, your coffee.”

Ji Jing withdrew his hand, frowning.

“I didn’t order this.”

Qi Xiu sneered. “Oh? Then maybe I remembered wrong.”

With that, he picked up the cup and carried it straight to another table—without the slightest air of someone who had “made a mistake.”

And it didn’t end there.

Every time Ji Jing so much as leaned closer to Ruan Tang, the young waiter appeared like clockwork, slamming another cup of coffee onto their table.

Each time, he’d sneer and mutter: “Ah, sorry. Wrong order again.”

His behavior was blatant.

Ji Jing’s temper flared. He was about to call for the manager, but Ruan Tang quickly stopped him.

“Ji Jing-ge, we’ve finished talking work anyway. I have plans tonight… let’s just go.”

Ji Jing frowned.

“Plans? With who?”

Ruan Tang showed him her phone.

“Yanyan asked me out.”

He Yan was her best friend, a wealthy socialite—not in the entertainment industry, but a devoted fangirl.

Seeing it was a girl, Ji Jing relaxed slightly.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

From behind the counter, Qi Xiu watched her walk out of the café with Ji Jing, his lashes lowering to hide his desolate gaze.

So she had plans again tonight…

That meant he wouldn’t see her until very late.

His chest sour, Qi Xiu pulled out his phone and sent her a message:

“Jiejie, come home early tonight. It’s not safe if you’re out too late. If you need, I can come pick you up.”

After a pause, she replied:

“Okay. I promise I’ll be home before ten!”

Only then did his lips finally curve into a soft smile.

A waitress standing nearby stared in shock.

This was the first time she’d ever seen Qi Xiu smile.

She had always assumed he was a cold-faced statue.

But now, the handsome young man looked down at his phone with softened lips, his sharp features gentling in an instant.

It was devastatingly charming.

Around them, other girls in the café began to brim with envy.

Who was this mysterious girl who could make the aloof waiter show such tenderness?

“This is where you’re meeting her?”

Ji Jing’s expression darkened as he eyed the glowing sign: Nightfall Bar.

Ruan Tang nodded. “Mm-hm. What’s wrong?”

Ji Jing rubbed at his temples, a splitting headache pressing down.

It wasn’t her first time going to a bar—he had never cared before.

But now, for some reason, he felt an overwhelming urge to keep her from stepping foot into such a chaotic place.

Yet he had no right. No standing to interfere with his young lady’s social life.

“Nothing. Just… don’t stay too late. Call me when you’re leaving. I’ll come pick you up.”