Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 119

It was just like the card game Ruan Tang had been obsessed with lately—
even a character in battle damage still looked dazzling, like a wounded beauty in full bloom.

But an actor’s face and hands were everything. After all, they had to appear on screen.

Ruan Tang’s heart ached with guilt. Obediently, she lowered her head, blew gently across the back of Bai Jin Feng’s hand, and then, thinking that wasn’t enough, pressed a light kiss there.

Her eyes shimmered with mist, lifting in expectation as she asked:

“Well? Do you feel any better?”

Bai Jin Feng’s eyes widened slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing involuntarily.

“Much better. Thank you, Tang Tang.”

The pain in his hand truly did fade. Tang Tang was his best medicine.

Only—

Other parts of him didn’t feel so well.

He sighed inwardly, forcing himself to breathe deeply and suppress the restless heat rising within him.

Since Ruan Tang’s home was nearby, she decided to take Bai Jin Feng back to tend to his injuries.

Standing at the closed door, she carefully supported him. Unable to reach for her keys, she pressed the doorbell.

Bai Jin Feng’s gaze darkened.

Ringing the doorbell meant… there was someone else inside.

—Her live-in boyfriend?

His hand at his side curled into a tight fist.

Inside, Qi Xiu had been pacing restlessly, waiting for Ruan Tang to return.

He had called her several times, sent countless messages, but she hadn’t responded at all—surely she was busy.

Anxious and agitated, he couldn’t focus on anything.

When the doorbell rang, his eyes lit up.

Tang Tang was finally home!

He rushed to open the door, speaking in a flurry:

“Jie-jie, you’re finally back! What’s going on with Weibo’s trending searches? Who’s that bastard Bai Jin Feng—”

“My apologies. That would be me.”

A low, restrained voice, carrying a hint of chill, cut him off.

When rivals meet, their eyes burn red.

Qi Xiu stared at the tall man before him, his arm resting across Ruan Tang’s delicate shoulder, the girl leaning half into his embrace.

Qi Xiu’s gaze turned as cold as a drawn blade.

Bai Jin Feng returned the stare with equal hostility, sizing up this man who dared appear in Ruan Tang’s home.

Her… younger brother?

Or was it something else?

But their faces bore no resemblance whatsoever.

So he asked evenly:

“Tang Tang, this is…?”

Qi Xiu flared instantly at the intimacy in that address.

“Who gave you the right to call her that? Are you that close with my jie-jie?”

Bai Jin Feng sneered coldly:

“Even if you are her blood brother, you still have no right to meddle in her personal relationships.”

Qi Xiu slammed a fist against the doorframe, expression blank.

“Not her blood brother. That work for you?”

A pause.

Bai Jin Feng’s tone sharpened with open loathing.

“If you’re not related, why are you living here? You’ve got hands and feet—what, you need her to support you out of pity?”

Qi Xiu’s lips tightened.

The truth was, he could support himself now.

He wrote scripts. Just today he’d secured a large contract; the down payment alone was enough for tuition and to rent a place of his own.

But he didn’t want to move out.

He knew the gulf between himself and Ruan Tang was still enormous.

The only way he could stay close to her… was like this.

Bai Jin Feng’s cold laugh cut in:

“So I was right?”

Then he turned to Ruan Tang, his voice hard.

“Tang Tang, this kind of parasite can’t stay. He’s only exploiting your kindness and sympathy—”

Qi Xiu exploded:

“Shut the hell up! What the fuck do you know?!”

Bai Jin Feng’s glare snapped back.

“And what exactly did I say that was wrong?!”

The quarrel was about to ignite when Ruan Tang finally broke in, her voice tight with strain:

“Um… could you two maybe argue inside instead… I… can’t hold on much longer… you’re too heavy…”

Bai Jin Feng froze, hastily letting her go.

All along, he had only loosely supported her shoulders, never truly leaning on her.

But in the heat of their argument, he had forgotten himself—pulling her tighter, unconsciously letting his weight press against her.

Ruan Tang, soft and delicate as she was, had little strength to bear it.

It was all she could do not to collapse, utterly drained of energy and powerless to stop their fighting.

Ruan Tang: Ugh. Why is this my life…

Qi Xiu muttered a curse under his breath. Then he slung Bai Jin Feng’s arm over his own shoulder, face black with fury.

“If it weren’t for my jie-jie, I’d dump you straight into the river. Believe it?”

Bai Jin Feng snapped:

“Uncivilized.”

Seeing they were about to clash again, Ruan Tang chose the better part of valor—escape.

“Ah Xiu, I’m going to shower first. Help Jin Feng-ge with his injuries, okay? Thanks!”

Before Qi Xiu could react, she slipped away like the wind.

Qi Xiu blinked, then, realizing, promptly dumped Bai Jin Feng onto the floor.

He clapped his hands disdainfully, as if ridding himself of filth.

Bai Jin Feng’s handsome face twisted briefly in pain.

A moment later, a medical kit landed at his feet—just shy of smashing his injured ankle.

“Tch. Too bad, almost got it.”

Qi Xiu shook his head in mock regret, then sneered:

“You’ve got hands, haven’t you? Patch yourself up, pretty boy.”

Bai Jin Feng’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

“…What did you just call me?”

Qi Xiu put on an innocent expression, one that to outsiders would seem pure and guileless, just a bright, sunny boy.

“Aren’t you surnamed Bai? Calling you ‘pretty boy Bai’—what’s wrong with that?”

Bai Jin Feng ground his teeth.

“The way you live off her is the real definition of a pretty boy.”

Qi Xiu’s lips quirked upward, his smile dazzling.

“If my partner is my jie-jie, then I’ll gladly be one. Unlike some people, who whine about sour grapes the second they can’t get what they want—pathetic.”

Normally, Bai Jin Feng was a man of restraint, not prone to quarrels.

Were it not for his injuries, he would already have lunged at Qi Xiu and settled things with fists.

He didn’t know why, but around men like Ao Wang, Qi Xiu, and Ji Jing—something primal in his blood snapped loose.

It was as though they were born natural enemies.

When Ruan Tang emerged from her shower, she had only wrapped herself in a thin bath towel.

Towel in hand, she lazily rubbed her damp hair while calling out in a soft, languid voice:

“Ah Xiu, Ah Xiu—”

In the living room, the two men sat far apart, but the instant that sweet, captivating voice reached them, they turned—

And froze.

The girl’s skin was whiter than snow, her graceful figure swathed only in that fragile towel. Her curves pressed against the thin fabric, while her long, slender legs gleamed bare beneath its edge.

Every inch of her radiated lethal temptation.

As she strolled into the room and spotted the two motionless blocks of wood, she tilted her head in puzzlement.

“What’s wrong?”