Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 118

While three men were secretly drowning in jealousy—

Ruan Tang remained blissfully unaware, happily heading out for dinner with Bai Jin Feng after work.

Once they finished eating, Bai Jin Feng suggested a walk.

They strolled side by side along the lively evening streets, night air carrying waves of skewered-meat fragrance.

Bai Jin Feng tilted his head to look at Ruan Tang’s delicate profile, a softness rising in his chest that words could never capture.

Carefully, he tested the waters.

“Would you say… this feels like we’re on a date?”

Ruan Tang, missing the nuance in his tone, tilted her head thoughtfully.

“Not really. I’ve only been on a few dates, but usually when people date they hold hands, and then they also—mmph…”

Before she could finish, the system forcibly muted her.

【Stupid Tang Tang!! That was in the last world! If you say that out loud, you’ll break his heart!!】

Unable to speak, Ruan Tang protested inwardly.

【But he asked me if this feels like a date! I was just answering honestly, analyzing it from experience—】

The system could only look to the heavens in despair.

Ah, what to do when your host is a hopeless idiot?

A shadow of disappointment flickered across Bai Jin Feng’s face.

Lowering his gaze, he murmured softly.

“Does Miss Ruan Tang… already have a boyfriend?”

Ruan Tang wanted to answer honestly—no—but the mute restriction still hadn’t lifted. She could only keep muffled “mmph” noises.

Sensing something was wrong, Bai Jin Feng frowned.

“What’s the matter? Are you feeling unwell?”

Ruan Tang pointed at her lips through her mask: “Mmph! Mmph!!”

He quickly led her to a quieter corner, standing protectively in front of her, his narrow phoenix eyes filled with concern.

With slender fingers, he gently tugged off her mask and lifted her flushed little face.

“Let me take a look.”

Ruan Tang obediently tilted her head up, misty peach-blossom eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

Unable to speak, her discomfort only deepened; the reddened corners of her eyes and that tiny tear mole beneath them made her look all the more heart-achingly alluring.

In this moment—she looked like she was offering a kiss.

Bai Jin Feng was suddenly reminded of the kiss scene earlier that day, the one that had nearly shattered his reason.

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

Obsession and longing darkened his gaze, his breathing turning hot.

“Your lips won’t open? Then… let me help you. Okay?”

Ruan Tang’s eyes flew wide open.

Help her open them? How?

What, did he carry around a crowbar to pry her mouth open?!

But Bai Jin Feng seemed ensnared by an irresistible pull. Slowly, he bent down toward her reddened, trembling lips—

Just as he was about to touch them, a violent force yanked him away from Ruan Tang.

He staggered to steady himself.

Standing before him was a tall, rebellious, devastatingly handsome man.

A cigarette dangled between his lips, half-burned, his brows drawn in a fierce scowl. The cold glint from his ear studs only sharpened his feral air.

Ao Wang sneered.

“Perfect. Just my luck to catch this in person.”

Like a lone wolf, he casually rolled his wrist, then clenched a fist and swung straight for Bai Jin Feng’s face.

Bai Jin Feng’s eyes chilled; he sidestepped calmly, dodging the blow.

Ao Wang’s fist hit nothing but air. His expression soured, tongue pressing against his teeth as he hissed.

“Oh? You’ve got training?”

Then he gave a low, mocking laugh.

“Good. If you were weak, I wouldn’t even bother hitting you.”

Bai Jin Feng met the provocation with distant calm, his voice restrained.

“The one who bit Miss Ruan Tang’s lips… was it you?”

It was only a guess.

But this man—like a hunting dog that didn’t know when to stop—seemed exactly the type to do something as savage as biting.

Ao Wang bit down on his cigarette, arrogant as ever.

“Yeah, it was me! Last night I went too hard, couldn’t stop myself. What, got a problem with that?”

Bai Jin Feng’s eyes didn’t flicker, but the air around him dropped several degrees colder.

He shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it aside.

Beneath the thin dress shirt, smooth, well-trained muscle lines were visible—powerful yet not exaggerated.

The Bai family was a martial arts clan. And back when Bai Jin Feng was struggling in film studios, he’d even worked as a stunt double.

Though slender at first glance, he was the kind of man whose build revealed itself only when the layers came off.

Ao Wang gave a sharp whistle.

“Guess I won’t be holding back, then.”

And in the next instant, they clashed.

Ruan Tang panicked, calling desperately to the system.

【Hurry! Remove my mute already!!】

【The restriction lasts at least five minutes! Who could’ve guessed that in five minutes flat a love-rival battlefield would break out?!】

Even the system was starting to self-reflect.

They were already in the fifth world, and it still hadn’t realized—

Wherever its host went, chaos and jealousy followed. Always.

Ruan Tang couldn’t speak, and she didn’t dare rush in between them.

The two men fought fiercely, their strength enough to frighten onlookers.

And then—bystanders began to notice. A small crowd formed.

Someone’s sharp eyes widened in recognition.

“Wait! Isn’t that Ruan Tang?!”

“Holy crap! A superstar!! Quick, get her autograph!!!”

More and more people gathered, eyes glowing as they surged toward her.

Both men froze mid-fight.

Ao Wang snarled, throwing himself in front of the crowd.

“You’re mistaken! No celebrities here! Disperse! Get lost!!”

But the fever of a fan mob was terrifying; he could barely hold them back.

Just as he turned to shout for Ruan Tang to hide—

He saw Bai Jin Feng seize her small hand, and together, they bolted.

Ao Wang spat a heartfelt curse.

“Shit!”

He wanted to chase, but if he let go for even a second, this pack of rabid fans would rush after her.

Grinding his teeth, he held the line.

——Damn it, Bai Jin Feng. If I see you again, I’ll beat you again. Every. Single. Time.

…

Dragged along, Ruan Tang ran breathlessly for a good while before they finally shook the crowd.

She braced her small hands on her knees, panting hard.

Beside her, Bai Jin Feng’s ears filled with the sweet sound of her gasps, leaving him momentarily dazed.

Turning slightly, he tried to mask his own reaction.

But her soft, boneless little hand was still clasped tightly in his—and he couldn’t bring himself to let go.

“Jin Feng-gege, you’re hurt!”

Ruan Tang’s eyes widened at the sight of his swollen, bruised ankle.

His leg was in such a state, and yet he’d dragged her through all that running—

Her eyes grew red-rimmed, tears threatening to fall.

Bai Jin Feng panicked, clumsily wiping at her tears.

“Don’t cry. It’s just a scratch. Nothing serious.”

Ruan Tang grabbed his hand in return.

Seeing the bruises all over his knuckles, her heart ached even more. Crystal tears trembled on the tip of her chin, threatening to fall—so pitiful it could shatter anyone’s resolve.

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

Bai Jin Feng froze, then rasped, “…It doesn’t.”

“Liar. Of course it hurts!”

Her words melted his heart. Slowly, he lifted his battered hand to her lips.

“Blow on it. Just one breath, and it won’t hurt anymore.”

Ruan Tang looked up at him.

Once the image of a man as serene and untouchable as clear skies, he now stood with tousled hair, slightly disheveled—yet impossibly, breathtakingly, sensual.