Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 128

For the past three days, in his desperate search for Ruan Tang, Ao Wang hadn’t slept a wink.

He had already pushed his body past its limit.

Now, with soft warmth nestled in his arms, that restless heart of his finally found its home.

Sleep dragged him under.

Ruan Tang noticed the faint shadows of exhaustion beneath his eyes. Her heart ached, and she gently wrapped her arms tighter around him.

“Ao Wang-gege, good night.”

Ao Wang drifted off quickly.

Even in that haze between dream and waking, he leaned over to kiss the corner of her lips.

“Don’t… leave me again…”

Ruan Tang’s lashes trembled. She didn’t know whether to speak the truth.

The system stepped in for her.

【TangTang! He’s asleep!! Run!!!】

Ruan Tang carefully wriggled free from his embrace. She pressed her palms together like she was praying.

“I’m sorry!!!”

But the moment she tiptoed off the bed and slipped out of the room—

Ao Wang’s bloodshot eyes slowly opened on the bed.

He fixed his gaze on her retreating back, obsession and madness surging in the depths of his stare.

Like a thief, Ruan Tang crept out of the hotel. She peeked around nervously, making sure no one was following her, before patting her chest in relief.

“Phew, close call. Time to find the next one…”

But the very next second, a low, husky voice—magnetic and nearly deranged—sounded right in front of her.

“You’re leaving me… to find who?”

Startled, Ruan Tang spun around—only to see a tall, broad-shouldered man blocking her path like a wall. She froze.

“Ao… Ao Wang?”

He took a step forward, pulling her into his arms, clutching her so tightly it felt like he might snap her delicate waist in two.

“You’re not going anywhere. Since you came to me first, I’ll never let you go to another man.”

“You’re mine.”

Ruan Tang: …Help!!!

The system’s teleportation function had a one-day cooldown.

Which meant—for at least a whole day—she had to obediently stay with this man.

But Ao Wang didn’t know that.

Terrified she’d slip away again, he followed her relentlessly, never leaving her side.

He even insisted on bringing her to an event.

In the car, Ao Wang wore a vintage denim jacket that made his tall frame look even more striking. His sharp, deep-set features were unforgettable with just one glance.

And today, around his long, lean neck, he wore a silver chain.

The chain dangled downward… and the other end was fastened to Ruan Tang’s delicate wrist.

From a distance, it looked like a cute, soft girl was walking a fierce, wild, impossibly handsome big dog.

Despite his intimidating aura, Ao Wang tilted his head to nuzzle against the hollow of her slender neck, almost like he was being spoiled and clingy.

“TangTang, I can’t bear to lock you up. But I’m afraid you’ll run away, so I can only let you lead me instead.”

He gave the glittering chain a playful shake and smiled.

“Do you like it?”

Ruan Tang’s face turned bright red.

This was a major awards ceremony.

The moment Ao Wang stepped out of the car, a swarm of reporters closed in. Microphones thrust forward, flashes exploded like fireworks.

They were just about to fire off the usual industry questions—

When Ao Wang pushed aside the crowd, turned back, and carefully helped a petite girl out of the car.

She wore a black mask that covered the lower half of her face, but her luminous peach blossom eyes instantly stole everyone’s breath.

They had never seen such beautiful eyes.

No—they had.

Those eyes were almost identical to the girl who had died tragically five years ago…

And then they noticed: Ao Wang’s big hand clasped her small one tightly. Between them glinted that silver chain.

Reporters froze in confusion.

What… what was this situation?!

Walking your dog… to the awards ceremony?!

Ruan Tang flushed an even deeper red, her eyes downcast with shyness.

The one who should’ve been embarrassed was clearly Ao Wang. Yet he strode forward with open confidence—pride, even—his arm around her waist as they walked past the stunned press toward the venue.

The posture was unmistakable.

He was declaring to the world:

She was his.

Reporters snapped out of it and rushed after them, cameras clicking so furiously it was a wonder the buttons didn’t spark.

Also attending the event was Bai Jin Feng.

He had been searching for Ruan Tang these past days, sleeping little, looking drawn.

Slouched in his seat, one long, slender hand propped under his jaw, he had just closed his eyes to rest.

Nearby actresses stole glances at his flawless profile, faces flushed pink.

Lauded as the entertainment industry’s unrivaled beauty in period costume, Bai Jin Feng was even more breathtaking up close.

Just a simple white suit, and he looked like a celestial being descended to earth.

What’s more, he was known for his discipline and clean reputation.

Everyone knew that back then, he had loved a girl deeply. After she left, it was as if his soul had died too—the light in his eyes extinguished forever.

At that moment, commotion stirred behind him.

“It’s Ao Wang!”

“Eh? Who’s that girl with him?”

“She’s gorgeous…”

Bai Jin Feng’s eyes snapped open. As if struck, he turned sharply—

And even with the mask covering her face, he recognized her instantly.

His eyes shook.

“TangTang…”

She wasn’t dead.

That day hadn’t been a hallucination from grief. It hadn’t been a dream.

She was real—right there within reach.

But with joy came a sharp, searing pain.

She nestled obediently in Ao Wang’s arms, her lashes lowered, cheeks faintly flushed as though embarrassed.

But she didn’t push him away.

The first time she saw them, she had turned and fled.

But she had chosen to come to Ao Wang first.

And now she was attending an event at his side.

Bai Jin Feng’s breath caught, chest aching. His eyes burned red as he stared at the two clinging to each other.

Could it really be as Ao Wang had claimed—that Ruan Tang despised them all, but not him?

But then—

Ruan Tang suddenly sensed his scorching gaze. Startled, she looked over.

The moment her peach blossom eyes met Bai Jin Feng’s, they lit up—bright with hope.

She pushed away Ao Wang’s arm and ran straight toward him, throwing herself into his arms.

“Jin Feng-gege!”

The silver chain still bound her wrist to Ao Wang.

But those delicate arms clung tightly to another man.

Ao Wang’s expression darkened instantly, fury blazing so hot it almost seemed to burn the air.

Everyone nearby was stunned.

One popular actress, who had admired Bai Jin Feng for years, sat close enough to see everything.

Her beautiful face twisted with fury.

She rushed forward, shrill voice cutting through the air.

“Let go of him! Don’t you know he hates being touched?!”

She thought this shameless little girl was some crazed fan who had slipped past security.

Her voice rose even higher.

“Security! Where’s security?!”