Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 121

“Are you even playing, or just button-mashing?!”

“You’re the one dragging me down — you suck.”

“Do you even know how to play, old man?”

“I’m only twenty-four — stop calling me old man.”

“Sorry, I’m only nineteen, so calling you old man is fine, right? Besides, Jiejie definitely prefers someone younger, right?”(t/n: “Jiejie” is a familiar way to say “older sister”—can be literal or an affectionate address for a woman.)

Ruan Tang didn’t pay attention to what they were arguing about. She’d just consulted the system, which said that if gaming didn’t work to bring them closer, drinking together absolutely would. So she’d gone to the cabinet, fetched the hidden bottle, poured, and obediently, all soft and sweet, presented it to them.

“You’ve been fighting so long — must be thirsty. Want a drink?”

No one could say no to Ruan Tang. Even if she handed them poison, they’d smile and finish it. Before long, both men were drunk.

But even drunk, they kept arguing. Worse, they kept snatching Ruan Tang between them, tugging her this way and that. She felt like she was going to be pulled apart.

“Tsk! Let go of her! Don’t you dare touch my sister!”

Qi Xiu’s handsome face flushed slowly.

Bai Jin Feng wasn’t doing much better: his chilly, sculpted features were softened by a mild intoxication and his speech slurred a bit.

“You should let go! Tang Tang—she’s mine! I kissed her! The hot search says we’re—White-Tang CP! We’re an officially recognized CP!!”

Bai Jin Feng thumped his chest proudly and stuck out a thumb like a kid. The next second Qi Xiu punched him — right in the face.

Qi Xiu’s punch was weak, though; he was drunk too, and it barely landed any force. After hitting Bai Jin Feng, he scooped Ruan Tang up by the waist in front of him and leaned in to kiss her.

It was his first kiss. Clumsy and inexperienced, he kissed like a puppy — nibbling and licking. The sweetness of her lips, mingled with the scent of alcohol, made the kiss feverish and confusing.

Ruan Tang, held by this drunkard, couldn’t push him away and soon she was drunk too. Her cheeks bloomed a flush like a dewy pink rose.

Qi Xiu stared, stupidly smitten, called her “wife” with a goofy grin, and leaned in again.

Bai Jin Feng’s eyes were red; he balled his hand into a fist and spat curses through slurred speech.

“Get away — that’s my wife! Who gave you permission to kiss my wife? You want to die?!”

The two drunk men cursed and tumbled into a fight. Ruan Tang, dazed, tried to stop them and got pulled into the chaos.

The next morning, Ji Jing arrived early to take Ruan Tang to the set. He pressed the doorbell — no answer. He called, no pick-up. Panic flickered through him.

He used the spare key from under the rug and opened the door, and the scene he found made his face go green with anger.

Bottles and glasses were strewn across the living-room carpet. All three were passed out, sprawled in a mess. Ruan Tang lay between the two men, sleeping soundly.

She was wearing an oversized men’s shirt, collar askew, a sliver of dazzling pale skin showing under the lapel. The hem had ridden up, revealing a white, smooth thigh — and on that thigh was an ambiguous, lingering mark left by some disgusting man.

To Ji Jing, it burned like acid.

One man on either side of her treated Ruan Tang like property: each sprawled, tentacle-like, clutching the soft, lovely girl close. Qi Xiu was down a little lower, his head resting in her lap; Bai Jin Feng lay above, holding her small head to his chest. The whole tableau could only be described one way:

utterly messy.

Ji Jing, white with rage, stomped forward and hauled the two drunk men apart, giving both a solid kick to the waist. He carefully carried Ruan Tang into the bedroom and locked the door.

He needed to check — besides that mark on her thigh — whether those damned men had left anything else on his lady. If they had, he’d make sure they left something even more important behind before they ever left the Ruan family estate.

“Sorry, Miss. Forgive me.” he muttered to the sleeping, tipsy girl.

Then his long pale fingers slowly started undoing the shirt buttons — one, then another.

With each unfastened button, Ruan Tang’s beautiful form unfolded like a pink rose. A sweet, faint scent of perfume mixed with alcohol drifted out, melting his resolve.

He held his breath.

Ruan Tang, as her name implied, was soft and luminous—where she was meant to be plump she was temptingly full, elsewhere she was slender with no surplus. From hair to toes, everything was intoxicating. One glimpse and an old slumbering desire surged inside him.

He’d always thought of himself as cold and indifferent. Seeing Ruan Tang made him realize how terrifying his desires could be. Controlling the urge to touch her skin was already exhausting.

Luckily, there were no other ugly marks. Whatever nasty conjectures had nearly driven him mad were unfounded.

“Miss…” Ji Jing’s voice was hoarse as he reached the mark on her thigh and rubbed it, as if trying to erase it.

But you can’t rub a thing like that away. If it wouldn’t wipe off, then he would cover it with something new.

Bending down, he pressed himself close and left a fresh, more sensual trace across the same spot.

At that moment there was a knock at the bedroom door.

“Jiejie, are you in there?”

Qi Xiu had just woken; his voice was low and husky, especially seductive that way. Ji Jing’s brow tightened fiercely. He steadied his breathing and answered coldly.

“She’s not awake yet.”

Outside, Qi Xiu hesitated — he hadn’t expected a man’s voice coming from Ruan Tang’s bedroom. A surge of anger and jealousy hit him like a fever.

He pounded on the door.

“Hey, who the hell are you?! Why are you in Jiejie’s room?!”

There was no answer. Qi Xiu hammered even harder.

“Get out here now! What are you planning to do to her?!”

Ji Jing pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up and let a cold smile curl at the corner of his mouth.

“You tell me.”

Qi Xiu was furious and began to shout. Ruan Tang finally woke, rubbing sleepy, misty eyes and sitting up in a daze. Her voice trembled with sleepy charm.

“What’s going on… it’s so noisy…”

Ji Jing smoothed her messy hair.

“Nothing — just a dog barking.”

Ruan Tang blinked in confusion.

“Huh? Ji Jing, why are you at my house… wait — where are my clothes?”