Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 116

“And you still have the face to smile!”

Qi Xiu was so furious he nearly lost control, itching to kick him again in the stomach.

Ruan Tang hurriedly clung to his arm. “A’Xiu, he’s still hurt, his body is weak—”

Qi Xiu’s expression darkened, his voice gritted out through clenched teeth as he jabbed a finger at Ao Wang.

“If he has the strength to go around looking for death, where exactly is he weak?!”

Her soft, delicate little hands tugged tightly at Qi Xiu’s sleeve, her voice sweet and pleading.

“A’Xiu—”

Qi Xiu felt like he was about to explode.

Especially when his eyes landed on Ruan Tang’s lips—red, swollen, still shimmering faintly with a seductive sheen.

Just picturing that bastard pinning Ruan Tang down and kissing her so wantonly made his blood boil with a killing urge.

Yet Ruan Tang was stubbornly holding him back.

Ao Wang, watching from the side, caught on to something.

Propping himself against the wall, he staggered upright, brushed the dust from his pants, and tilted his head with a roguish grin.

“So you’re not her boyfriend after all.”

Qi Xiu froze, hit right where it hurt. His glare sharpened, vicious enough to kill.

Ao Wang lifted his chin in defiance.

“I came in ready to be the shameless third wheel, stealing someone else’s girl. But since you two aren’t even together, then that makes things a whole lot easier.”

He seized Ruan Tang’s hand, his gaze burning into hers.

“Tang Tang, I like you. Be with me.”

Ruan Tang went blank.

What was happening?

Had she misheard?

She had been talking about introducing him to Yan Yan just now…

Qi Xiu’s face turned grim. He slapped Ao Wang’s hand away, his jaw tight with anger.

“Tang Tang, don’t listen to his nonsense. We’re leaving.”

With that, he pulled Ruan Tang away.

Ao Wang wanted to chase after them, but a sharp ache throbbed from the wound on his forehead.

He braced against the wall just to steady himself. By the time he lifted his head again, the two of them were already gone.

He leaned against the cold wall, his tall frame shadowed with desolation.

His gaze locked on the direction Ruan Tang had left, stubborn, unwilling to look away for a long time.

The next morning.

Ruan Tang was on set bright and early for filming.

Sitting in front of the makeup mirror, her little head kept bobbing, drowsy and heavy with sleep.

She couldn’t help it—last night she hadn’t gotten home until very late.

Then Qi Xiu had scolded her endlessly, warning her never to randomly pick up strange men off the street again.

—Even though, strictly speaking, he himself had been one of the “strays” Ruan Tang picked up off the street.

So now she was badly sleep-deprived.

If not for Xiao Yu, her makeup artist, keeping up a cheerful chatter while applying her makeup, she probably would’ve dozed right off in the chair.

“Oh my, Tang Tang, what happened to your lips? Hey, hey—don’t tell me some guy bit you?”

Ruan Tang forced her peach blossom eyes open, hazy with sleep, and stared at her reflection in the mirror.

Her full, rosy lips indeed had a tiny cut at the edge.

“…Oh, that was from last night, Ao—”

She mumbled half the name, then suddenly felt a sharp, heated gaze stabbing into her.

Her heart jumped, instantly snapping her awake.

Face flushing, she quickly covered her lips, eyes darting.

“No, it—it was a mosquito bite…”

Xiao Yu’s face lit up with gossip, nudging her playfully with an elbow.

“Oho! So that’s why you’re so tired today—out on a date last night, weren’t you?”

Ruan Tang shook her head quickly.

“No, no…”

“It’s fine, you don’t have to explain! I get it, I get it!”

Xiao Yu winked mischievously. “Don’t worry, I won’t breathe a word to anyone!”

Ruan Tang dared not argue further. The more she explained, the worse it sounded.

But her flustered silence and shy expression landed in Long Jinfeng’s eyes as something else entirely—like a tacit admission.

The man’s face darkened instantly.

His grip on the armrest tightened unconsciously, knuckles whitening from the force.

Once the makeup artist finished with him, he rose and walked straight toward Ruan Tang.

“Miss Ruan Tang.”

Still fighting off sleep, she heard someone calling her. She blinked up, her gaze dewy and unfocused.

Softly, sweetly, she gave a little “Mm?” and tilted her head with a smile.

“What is it, Jinfeng-gege?”

The makeup artist Xiao Yu clutched his nose and turned away dramatically.

“Help! That face is illegal! I’m about to turn gay at this rate!”

Even Long Jinfeng’s heart skipped a beat.

Especially when the top star—this girl beloved by millions—looked at a no-name junior like him with such obedient sweetness, calling him “gege” (t/n: literally “older brother,” often used as a term of endearment or respectful address toward a man, not necessarily a sibling).

It made him want to cup her hands reverently and kiss them—

And at the same time, it made him want to crush her, bully her into tears, make her his alone, so she would weep only in his arms, surrender only to him.

He buried all those crazed, obsessive thoughts deep down and spoke with a low, hoarse voice.

“Miss Ruan Tang, I sent you a message last night. Did you get it?”

Ruan Tang blinked, startled.

“Hm? Maybe I didn’t see it. Wait, let me check…”

She pulled out her phone. With one swipe, the screen lit up—dozens of missed calls, and more than 99 unread messages.

All from Ji Jing and Qi Xiu, frantically searching for her after her “disappearance” last night.

She hadn’t had time to look yet.

Long Jinfeng caught a glimpse, his brows knitting faintly.

So… he wasn’t the only one coveting this little sweet candy.

Ruan Tang’s cheeks flushed, a little embarrassed.

“Sorry, there were too many unread messages, so I didn’t reply right away…”

“It’s fine. I just wanted to make sure you had my number saved.”

“Oh, right! We never exchanged numbers.”

Ruan Tang handed her phone to him, completely trusting.

“Here, you can type it in yourself.”

Long Jinfeng froze for a moment, then smiled as he took the phone and keyed in his number.

His gaze flicked over the missed calls list again, the same two names showing up most frequently. He made a quiet note of them in his mental little blacklist.

Then he handed the phone back.

As if offhandedly, he added:

“Tomorrow’s shoot will finish early. Want to grab a meal together? Since we’re playing a couple, it would be good to build some chemistry.”

Ruan Tang tilted her head in thought, finding his logic sound. She curved her eyes into a smile.

“Sure.”

Long Jinfeng’s eyes softened, a hint of warmth flashing in their depths. He nodded slightly and turned to leave.

Xiao Yu stared after his retreating figure, starstruck.

“That Long Jinfeng—his looks are lethal! In this industry, with his face he could crush all those plastic idols! Add real acting skills on top? If he doesn’t become a megastar, there’s no justice in the world! Our Tang Tang sure has good taste!”

“And honestly, I think he might like you—”

He cut himself off when he realized there was no reply. Looking down, he saw Ruan Tang already curled up, fast asleep against the chair.

“Forget it. Our Tang Tang is a natural beauty, she barely even needs makeup. Might as well let her catch a little extra sleep!”

The final shoot of the day was a kiss scene.

Ruan Tang didn’t think much of it—she was already fairly experienced by now.

But when it came time to actually film, she suddenly felt a little nervous.

Long Jinfeng appeared in full costume: dark robes, hair tied with a crown, his aura cold and ethereal, otherworldly.

He raised his hand, fingers brushing lightly over Ruan Tang’s tender, rosy lips. His callused fingertips lingered deliberately, pressing and rubbing against the tiny wound there.

His gaze was deep, carrying a dangerous undercurrent of emotion.

Ruan Tang felt her body weaken, her eyes misting over with a slow, delicate haze.

…Wait.

This wasn’t in the script.