Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 123

Qi Xiu and Bai Jinfeng clenched their fists in anger, but they had no words to refute.

At this moment, they truly were nobodies.

And indeed, they were not worthy of Ruan Tang.

But… how could they bear to leave her?

Qi Xiu’s lips curved in a bitter smile.

“When I was at my most helpless, it was Sister who pulled me out of the mire. I will never leave her. I’ll work hard until I become someone worthy of her.”

Bai Jinfeng also looked toward Ruan Tang’s room, his eyes brimming with tenderness.

“It was Miss Ruan Tang who gave me the strength to keep on living. She is the meaning of my entire existence. I want to become someone qualified to stand by her side. I won’t give up.”

Ji Jing looked at the two coldly.

Wasn’t he the same?

He too harbored such burning feelings for Ruan Tang.

But he was the bodyguard handpicked by the Ruan family. If he ever revealed a shred of improper affection, and the family head discovered it, he would be sent away immediately.

There were countless others who could replace him to protect Miss Ruan Tang.

He was not irreplaceable.

That was why he had to feign a heart of stone, never daring to let slip even the faintest trace of love.

That kiss just now—already, it had been a loss of control.

If word reached the family head, who knew what consequences might follow.

In truth, he was jealous of these two men.

Though their status was low, at least they weren’t bound.

At least they had the chance to win Miss’s heart.

But he? He could only ever stand behind her, never beside her.

If the day came when Miss fell in love with someone else, all he could do was smile and send her to that man’s side.

If he didn’t… the family would order him away from her forever.

That would be a pain worse than death.

Ji Jing slowly lowered his gaze, hiding the gloom and anguish in his eyes.

His voice was icy.

“Throw these two out. From now on, they are never to set foot in Miss’s home again.”

Ji Jing knew his actions would certainly be reported to the Ruan family.

But he hadn’t expected it to be so soon.

That very afternoon, the Ruan family head—Ruan Tang’s elder brother, Ruan Chen—personally flew into T City.

Ruan Tang woke from her nap, rubbing her sleepy, misty eyes as she stepped out of her room.

And again, she saw a man forced to kneel on one knee, pressed down by black-suited bodyguards.

Only this time, it wasn’t Qi Xiu or Bai Jinfeng.

It was Ji Jing himself.

His face was bruised, hair disheveled, golden-rimmed glasses knocked aside, blood at the corner of his lips.

His expensive suit, after the scuffle, was in complete disarray.

They pinned his shoulders, forcing him to bow his head toward the man before him.

His profile remained cold and proud, though his eyes burned with fury and humiliation.

Sitting leisurely on the sofa was a man with black hair and black eyes, dressed in a Tang suit (t/n: a traditional Chinese jacket, often worn as a symbol of cultural pride or authority). His handsome features bore some resemblance to Ruan Tang’s.

At this moment, he was smiling lazily, beckoning toward her in a frivolous tone.

“Tangtang, come, let your brother take a good look. Haven’t you grown prettier again?”

Ruan Tang’s delicate brows knit slightly.

“Let go of Brother Ji Jing. You’re not allowed to hurt him.”

Ruan Chen’s smile faltered, his gaze sweeping coldly over the battered Ji Jing.

“He’s fit to be called ‘brother’ by you? He’s nothing but a dog.”

He raised his leg, ready to kick Ji Jing.

But Ruan Tang immediately stepped in front of Ji Jing, biting her lip, timid yet resolute.

“You’re not allowed to say that about him.”

Ruan Chen’s smile disappeared completely.

Though his looks were fine and elegant, when he didn’t smile, he exuded a sharp, ruthless air.

His abyssal eyes seemed like whirlpools of blood and slaughter, a darkness that made Ruan Tang tremble with fear.

“Miss, don’t… don’t defy the family head…”

Sensing Ruan Chen’s killing intent, Ji Jing rasped urgently.

Ruan Chen was ruthless, devoid of normal human emotions.

Even toward this half-sister, he cared more about using her than any true sibling bond.

Miss had always feared this brother of hers. That she would now defy him for Ji Jing’s sake…

Ji Jing’s heart surged with emotion, yet worry gnawed at him all the same.

Then he heard Ruan Chen laugh, low and unrestrained.

“Heh… interesting.”

He rose, walked to Ruan Tang, and pinched her delicate chin, studying her with intrigue.

“You’re not Ruan Tang, are you? What happened to her? Did you kill her and take her place? No… plastic surgery couldn’t achieve such perfection. Could it be—possession?”

Ji Jing froze.

What was he saying?

Though he too had once wondered at how Miss seemed to have changed into another person…

But possession? How could such an absurd thing be possible?

And yet—

Ruan Tang’s peach blossom eyes widened in delight, sparkling as she looked at him.

“Wow! You’re amazing! You figured it out right away! Across all the worlds, you’re the very first person to notice!”

The system howled internally.

【Tangtang!!! Why did you admit it?!】

Ruan Tang tilted her head.

“Why can’t I admit it?”

The system was speechless.

True… it didn’t really cause any harm.

But wasn’t everyone supposed to keep transmigration a secret?

“Who are you talking to? Don’t tell me… a system?”

Interest flickered even stronger in Ruan Chen’s eyes.

“So, you’re a transmigrator with a system bound to you?”

The system reeled in shock.

This guy—did he get handed God’s script? How could he know everything?!

Ruan Tang’s joy only grew. She grabbed Ruan Chen’s hand, her smile radiant.

“You’re really so smart! The smartest person I’ve ever met!”

Her dazzling smile made his eyes falter.

Her warm, delicate hand wrapped around his icy fingers, and something ignited in his chest, beating wildly.

His austere features flushed red; he coughed lightly and flung her hand away.

“None of that matters. What matters is—you’re my sister now. I hear you’ve been entangled with Ji Jing?”

Ruan Tang blinked innocently.

“Nope.”

“Oh, good.”

Ruan Chen raised a hand, gesturing to his men.

“We’re leaving.”

The subordinates were stunned.

Just like that?

“Family head, what about Ji Jing? Should we take him as well?”

Ruan Chen glanced at his sister’s worried expression and sighed.

“Forget it. Leave a few men to keep watch.”

The subordinates were even more stunned.

Hadn’t the family head just said he wanted to chop off Ji Jing’s arm and sell him overseas?

How was it that after one plea from Ruan Tang, the punishment vanished into thin air?

“Ji Jing, for Tangtang’s sake, I’ll give you one last chance.”

Ruan Chen’s voice was cold, brooking no argument.

“If I ever discover you overstepping again, the punishment I just spoke of will be carried out without mercy.”

Ji Jing’s brows furrowed tightly, dark eyes roiling with countless emotions.

Finally, he rasped:

“Understood… sir.”

Ruan Chen came quickly and left just as fast.

Within minutes, he and his men were gone.

Ruan Tang helped the battered Ji Jing onto the sofa, her heart aching as she gently wiped the dirt and blood from his face with a handkerchief.

“Does it hurt?”

Ji Jing gazed at her with unfathomable eyes.

“No.”