Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 122

Ruan Tang felt a chill across her body.

Looking down, she realized the shirt she had used as pajamas had been tugged down by someone.

Now, she was left wearing only her undergarments, her soft curves and delicate skin exposed in full.

Her cheeks flushed red, and she quickly crossed her arms over her chest.

“Hurry and give me something to wear…”

Ji Jing shrugged off his expensive suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

“That old shirt—I threw it out. Miss’s body is too delicate to be wearing random men’s clothes.”

Seeing the girl with pale skin and rosy lips, wearing nothing but his oversized jacket…

Ji Jing’s eyes darkened, his Adam’s apple bobbing uncontrollably.

The racket outside the door sounded all the more harsh and grating in contrast.

Qi Xiu seemed to have heard Ruan Tang’s voice, and he immediately exploded, pounding on the door again.

“Bastard! You actually dared to take off her clothes?!”

Bai Jin Feng had also woken up by now, joining in the furious pounding.

Ruan Tang blinked at Ji Jing in confusion.

“What’s wrong with them?”

“Nothing. I’ll take care of it.”

Ji Jing made two calls.

One to the production crew, asking for a day off on Ruan Tang’s behalf.

The other to his subordinates.

The Ruan family had assigned him plenty of men to command, mainly to ensure Miss’s safety. Since his own martial skills were already excellent, he rarely had reason to use them—until now.

In less than five minutes, men in black suits arrived and restrained Qi Xiu and Bai Jin Feng.

“Come, Miss. We can leave now.”

Ji Jing took Ruan Tang’s hand and opened the door.

The two men, half-kneeling on the floor under the bodyguards’ hold, looked up—only to see Ruan Tang stepping out, wrapped in Ji Jing’s jacket, her hand in his.

Both of their eyes went red with fury.

“Bastard! What did you do to Tang Tang?!”

They had both seen it—the vivid, fresh mark stamped on her thigh.

Placed at such a bold yet intimate spot, brazenly flaunting itself in plain sight.

Ji Jing adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses with a faint push.

His sharp features carried that icy, elite aura that made him feel untouchable.

“Funny—I should be the one asking you that. Why were you two in Miss’s home last night? And what exactly did you do to her?”

Qi Xiu and Bai Jin Feng both fell silent.

They were straining to recall, but all they had were hazy flashes—scenes that made their hearts pound and their faces burn.

Both turned crimson.

Ji Jing caught that—and his killing intent only sharpened.

Ruan Tang’s small, pale hand tugged lightly at his sleeve, her face flushed as she murmured in a whisper.

“We just played games yesterday… and drank a little… aside from that, we… we didn’t…”

Ji Jing lowered his head, his dark eyes locking onto her.

“Didn’t what?”

Ruan Tang rubbed her aching forehead from the hangover, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t remember clearly.

She had the vague sense she had been kissed… but by whom? She couldn’t recall.

The system chimed silently in her mind: Actually… both of them kissed you oh【covers face in shame】.

Ruan Tang bit her lip, too guilty to look up, her long lashes trembling.

“Ji Jing gege… we really didn’t do anything.”

She wasn’t good at lying.

Her reddened eyes, on the verge of tears, made it obvious she was covering for the two men.

Ji Jing’s inner fire only burned hotter, threatening to consume the last of his restraint.

All the control he’d maintained for so long—meaningless in this moment.

“Oh? Really.”

Without warning, Ji Jing’s large hand swept her into his arms.

And in front of the two other men, in front of the bodyguards, he lowered his head and kissed her.

Ruan Tang’s eyes flew wide.

All she could sense was the clean, intoxicating scent of his cologne, enveloping and overwhelming her.

It felt like Ji Jing had been holding back forever—and now that restraint shattered. His kiss began fierce, angry, consuming her soft lips with no mercy.

But as seconds dragged, it turned helplessly tender—like savoring a ripe cherry, gently biting into it, its sweetness flooding his senses.

Bai Jin Feng and Qi Xiu both went scarlet-eyed, struggling madly to break free.

But with more bodyguards pinning them down, they were stuck half-kneeling on the ground, cursing furiously.

“Bastard! Take your filthy hands off her! Don’t you dare touch my sister!!”

“Ji Jing! Are you insane?! How could you treat Ruan Tang like this?!”

Ji Jing didn’t even hear them.

He was drowning in the kiss, unable to pull away.

Her lips tasted like soft candy, soaked in sweetness, her body melting into his arms.

Only when her breathing went shallow did Ji Jing finally let her go.

His voice came hoarse and low, steeped in sensuality.

“Miss, I won’t pursue what happened this time. Consider this a warning—and a punishment. Please behave, or I really won’t be able to stop myself from sending you back to the Ruan family.”

Like a gilded songbird, chained in a silver cage—beautiful to behold, but never free.

The thought alone stirred his heart… but he couldn’t bring himself to do that to her.

He wanted her happy, free, chasing what she loved. Not imprisoned for others’ amusement.

Ruan Tang’s eyes reddened further, as if she wanted to protest—but Ji Jing gently pushed her back into the bedroom.

“Miss, leave the rest to me. Go change clothes. I’ve already asked for leave on your behalf—rest today.”

The only reason he had walked her out in just his jacket was to provoke those two men, to make them retreat.

Now that they’d been provoked enough, he wouldn’t let them see her like that any longer.

Once Ruan Tang was inside the bedroom, Ji Jing’s expression cooled, his gaze cutting sharp as he addressed the two furious men.

“If you truly care for Ruan Tang, then stay away from her. If Miss suffers any disgrace because of either of you, I’ll have no choice but to bring her back to the Ruan family. And once that happens, she’ll never act again.”

Bai Jin Feng stiffened. “Ruan family? You mean… that Ruan family in Jiangcheng?”

Qi Xiu froze too, pain flickering across his eyes.

Ji Jing’s lips curved in a cold, mocking smile.

“Yes. That Ruan family.”

The family whose influence shook not only the nation, but reached far beyond its borders.

“The fact the head of the Ruan family allowed Miss to enter the entertainment industry is already a tremendous indulgence. The slightest misstep, and she’ll be recalled home, never again free to pursue her own path.”

His voice hardened, cold as steel.

“And you—two nobodies—think you can covet the Ruan family’s young lady? That’s nothing but wishful thinking.”

He adjusted his glasses, gaze slicing through them.

“So hear me clearly. Be smart—and disappear.”

(t/n: The “Ruan family” revealed here isn’t just any family—it’s a massively powerful, near-untouchable clan in both business and politics. You can think of them like an international dynasty with influence on par with a Fortune 500 conglomerate and political connections at the highest levels.)