Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 115

Ji Jing’s rapid-fire interrogation left Ruan Tang completely flustered.

She clutched her phone nervously, wracking her brain for a way to patch the lie.

“H-he’s Yan Yan’s friend! Yan Yan really likes him! We were just playing games at her place, and since it got late, I stayed over. Ji Jing-ge, you don’t have to worry!”

Ji Jing frowned.

So this was the man He Yan liked? If He Yan was present, then that man probably wouldn’t dare lay a hand on Ruan Tang.

And yet—he still couldn’t shake the unease in his chest.

That arrogant, posturing tone from earlier had rubbed him the wrong way.

Besides—

“Where’s He Yan? Let her say a few words too, then I’ll believe you.”

Ruan Tang froze.

She’d completely forgotten about that giant loophole!

Wuwuwu, she was about to be exposed.

Just as she was about to give up and confess, a soft, melodious female voice floated from nearby.

“What do you want me to say? Can’t Tang Tang spend the night at my place? Ji Jing, you’re awfully nosy, aren’t you?”

The tone was imperious, tinged with teasing.

Though it wasn’t He Yan’s real voice, Ji Jing had never interacted with her directly. Over the phone, he couldn’t tell the difference at all.

Ruan Tang stared at Ao Wang in astonishment.

This was the same unruly, untamed bad boy—and yet, the voice he had just produced was as tender and feminine as any girl’s.

My god, was this the legendary falsetto disguise?! (t/n: In China, “伪音” [偽音] refers to deliberately altering one’s voice, often to convincingly sound like the opposite sex. It’s popular in online gaming and streaming culture.)

Hearing a girl’s voice on the other end finally put Ji Jing at ease.

“Fine, I’ll let it slide this time. Tang Tang-xiaojie, next time please return my calls. Otherwise, I’ll only worry more.”

“Okay, I understand.”

“…Then… get some rest.”

“Good night, Ji Jing-ge!”

When the call ended, Ruan Tang exhaled deeply.

Phew. She’d barely scraped through.

“Sorry for answering your call without asking.”

Ruan Tang waved it off. “It’s fine, really. You actually helped me a lot!”

If he hadn’t backed up her lie, Ji Jing probably would’ve caught her red-handed on her way home with Qi Xiu.

Ao Wang lowered his head, gazing at her.

From this angle, her long lashes cast delicate fan-shaped shadows against her porcelain skin.

His throat bobbed slightly. He had the sudden urge to press a kiss against that tiny beauty mark at the corner of her eye.

But Ruan Tang’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

“By the way, why did you collapse there?”

“A company wanted to sign me, but they stole one of my songs. I beat the guy up, and he sent some street thugs after me.”

He said it casually, but Ruan Tang listened with her heart in her throat.

She reached out gently, brushing the bruise at the corner of his eye.

“That must hurt, right?”

Ao Wang’s heartbeat stumbled.

She was so close, close enough that he caught the faint sweetness of her scent.

“Doesn’t hurt. I’ve taken worse. This is nothing.”

He’d grown up in dirty, chaotic alleys where fights were the norm.

He was used to throwing punches and taking them.

His life had been decided long ago—chaotic, filthy, going nowhere.

From the moment he was born to a disgrace of a father, his future had been ruined.

He’d stopped hoping for anything. With no hope, despair didn’t sting quite as much.

But then Ruan Tang tiptoed up, patting his head softly.

“If something happens again, you can tell me. I’ll help you think of a way.”

Her voice was sweet, obedient, and clear.

“So, don’t fight anymore, okay?”

Ao Wang stared blankly into her soft peach-blossom eyes, his breath stilled.

“Why are you being so good to me?”

He almost wanted to blurt out—Don’t you know I have a notorious father?

Don’t you know I’m nothing but a mess of a man?

Don’t you know my life is chaos and filth?

Otherwise, how could you smile at me so gently?

But Ruan Tang only tilted her head, her gaze clear and innocent.

“Do you need a reason to be good to someone?”

She wasn’t skilled at socializing, nor did she know how to gauge boundaries.

She only knew that the boy before her looked sharp and untouchable on the outside, but inside he was sensitive and fragile.

She wanted to make his life a little easier. She didn’t want him to be alone anymore.

Ao Wang stared at her, as if his eyes had room for no one else.

Feeling shy under his gaze, Ruan Tang turned her face away. Suddenly, her eyes lit up.

“Oh, right! What I said earlier was true! Yan Yan really does like you!”

She turned back with a bright smile.

“Do you have a girlfriend? Want me to introduce you to her—mmph!”

Before she could finish, her mask was yanked down, and his lips crashed against hers.

It was a kiss laced with cigarette smoke, fierce and suffocating.

Back in the ward, when he’d heard Ruan Tang cooing softly to “Ah Xiu” over the phone, Ao Wang hadn’t been able to resist lighting a cigarette.

He knew full well a patient shouldn’t smoke in the hospital.

But the frustration boiling in his chest had been too much to bear.

Now, hearing her try to push him toward another woman, he snapped completely.

Instinct overrode reason. He pinned her against the cold hospital wall, ravaging her lips.

His fingers gripped her chin, forcing her slender neck to tilt back as she endured the brutal kiss.

Her tender lips flushed red under his rough bite, even breaking just slightly.

The faint sting drew tears to her peach-blossom eyes, making her look heartbreakingly beautiful.

That was the scene Qi Xiu walked in on.

His mind went blank with a deafening roar, rage exploding in his chest.

“Get your fucking hands off her!”

He yanked Ruan Tang from Ao Wang’s arms and, without hesitation, drove a savage kick into him.

Already injured, Ao Wang hadn’t been prepared. The blow sent him sprawling to the ground.

Stray strands of black hair fell over his face, but they couldn’t hide the cold fury in his eyes.

He glared up, murder in his gaze—then suddenly froze.

For the first time, he saw Ruan Tang’s face clearly.

Truth be told, he wasn’t a man who cared much about appearances. When he’d kissed her just now, he hadn’t even bothered to look after pulling down her mask.

But now—he realized she was a thousand times more beautiful than he had imagined.

Like a delicate doll-like princess, with soft hair cascading over her shoulders, tear-bright peach-blossom eyes shimmering, and that fatal beauty mark at her eye’s corner.

Her lips, swollen from his kiss, looked like the most tempting cherries, stirring a man’s deepest desires.

But what truly stunned him was—

She was Ruan Tang.

The dazzling national goddess. The reigning star adored by millions, standing at the very peak of the industry.

A girl who seemed impossibly far from his world.

His lips twisted in a bitter, mocking smile.

—And yet, even so, he wouldn’t give her up.