Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 129

In her irritation, that famous actress couldn’t help feeling a little smug.

After all, she had once tried to “accidentally” brush her hand against Bai Jinfeng’s, but before she even touched him, he had evaded her.

His cold, disdainful gaze had sliced over her—

As if he were looking at a filthy ant.

That look had left a lasting shadow in her heart.

And now this girl had the audacity to hug Bai Jinfeng?

Too stupid.

Yet instead of pushing the girl away, Bai Jinfeng wrapped his strong arms tightly around her slender waist.

It was as though he wanted to fuse her into his own body, never letting go.

At the same time, Ruan Tang heard the clear, pleasant chime of a notification by her ear.

【Ding—Bai Jinfeng’s Affection Value +5!】

But she still couldn’t relax.

Ugh, Ao Wang’s affection value was already at 30 points. She needed at least a 10-point difference for safety!

A hug gave 5 points, a kiss was worth 10, right?

So, with her eyes fixed only on the mission, Ruan Tang cupped Bai Jinfeng’s face with her pale hands, ready to kiss the reigning film emperor in front of everyone.

Of course, she didn’t succeed.

Because Ao Wang instantly yanked her back into his arms.

“Tang Tang.”

Ao Wang’s voice was low, gritted with both anger and helplessness.

“I’m not dead yet.”

Did she think he didn’t exist?

Or was there simply no space for him in her heart?

Ruan Tang pouted in dissatisfaction.

“Wait a second, let me kiss him twice first.”

One kiss meant +10 points, two kisses meant +20 points. Add that to the 5 just now, and the difference would finally be within a safe range!

Ao Wang, unaware of her little calculations, felt his face darken further at those words. His voice dropped dangerously.

“You can kiss as many times as you want—later.”

Ruan Tang’s eyes widened in delight.

“Really? As many times as I want?”

Ao Wang’s reply was sour. “Mm. As many as you want.”

And with that, he forcefully carried her away.

Ruan Tang was dumbfounded.

Wait—wasn’t it supposed to be her kissing him?

She turned back to glance at Bai Jinfeng, as though she could see his affection value plummeting, waving goodbye to her.

Ugh… heartbreak…

Bai Jinfeng tried to rush after her, but the swarm of reporters blocked him completely.

His eyes were bloodshot, fixed unblinkingly on Ruan Tang’s disappearing figure.

Ao Wang hadn’t lied.

She could kiss as many times as she wanted.

But—he would be the one doing the kissing.

In the car, Ao Wang pressed Ruan Tang down against the seat and kissed her for a long, long time, until her lips were swollen.

Her affection value shot straight up to 70.

Tears of despair welled up in Ruan Tang’s eyes.

Ugh… tricked again…

In the end, only when the cooldown period for teleportation ended did the system step in, whisking her away from the obsessive, paranoid Ao Wang’s bed.

Straight into the arms of her next target.

Ao Wang watched with his own eyes as Ruan Tang disappeared.

It felt like someone had ripped a piece of his heart out with brute force.

“Tang Tang!!!”

Inside a spacious, brightly lit office, Ji Jing sat on the sofa, expressionless, his gaze terrifyingly cold.

He was unleashing his fury at his subordinates.

A whole row of men in black suits knelt on the floor before him.

Their heads were bowed so low they didn’t dare lift them, trembling with fear.

“Say it again. Do you have any news of Ruan Tang?”

“Reporting to President Ji, we’ve searched every corner of T University, inside and out. There truly is no trace of Miss Ruan Tang…”

“Oh?”

The man’s demeanor was aristocratically cold, the lenses of his gold-framed glasses flashing with a chill.

“What is she, a magician? How could a living, breathing person just disappear?”

The subordinates were on the verge of tears.

There really was no trace! What could they do about it?

Hearing no reply, Ji Jing’s expression grew darker, the air in the office dropping several degrees.

“Useless trash!”

Just as he was about to explode again—

His vision blurred.

And suddenly, a delicate, soft girl fell straight into his arms out of nowhere.

Just like a magic trick.

Her sweet, fragrant scent enveloped him. Ji Jing’s pupils contracted sharply.

The girl’s clothes were disheveled, her collar loose, her peach blossom eyes filled with panic and urgency.

And on her body—were unmistakable, intimate marks left by another man.

Along her collarbone, behind her ear, across her smooth shoulders… each one crimson and glaring.

Ji Jing’s eyes went savage, blood-red with fury.

He didn’t bother asking how she had appeared. He ground out each word between clenched teeth:

“Who. Did. This?”

Ruan Tang had no time to explain.

Her time was short. She had to quickly raise the affection values of the three remaining men besides Ao Wang—or the mission would fail!

So Ruan Tang cupped Ji Jing’s face with her small hands, her peach blossom eyes shimmering with tears, and pleaded anxiously:

“Kiss me…”

Ji Jing froze, then his Adam’s apple bobbed.

He pressed his large hand against the back of her head and kissed her fiercely, heedless of anything else.

He didn’t even dare to close his eyes—

Afraid this was just another hallucination brought on by longing. Afraid that the moment he blinked, she would vanish again.

The subordinates on the floor stared in stunned silence.

The soft, enchanting girl with snow-pale skin and rosy lips knelt barefoot in their boss’s arms, being kissed breathlessly.

Her fragile waist, barely able to fill a hand, was firmly gripped by Ji Jing’s broad palm.

They gaped, throats bobbing as they swallowed hard.

Ji Jing’s sharp gaze flicked toward them, his face darkening.

He pressed the girl tighter against himself, as though hiding her from view, and issued a cold warning:

“Look again, and I’ll dig your eyes out.”

The men instantly dropped their gazes to the floor.

But the wet, intimate sounds of the kiss still made their faces burn and hearts pound.

Kneeling there, their suit pants strained uncomfortably tight.

When the long kiss finally broke, Ji Jing’s voice was hoarse and magnetic.

“Miss, forgive my offense.”

Ruan Tang, nestled against his chest, clutched his tie with her snow-white hand, breath unsteady.

“N-no… it was me… I asked you to kiss me. You don’t need to apologize.”

Ji Jing’s eyes darkened.

“I apologize because… what I’m about to do will be even more offensive.”

Ruan Tang blinked in confusion, her tear-bright eyes dazed.

Even more… offensive?

The next moment, he scooped her up into his arms.

Striding to the bedroom, he kicked the door open, carried her inside, and gently set her down on the soft, wide bed.

Then he shut the door behind him with a decisive click, locking out all prying eyes.

He shed his suit jacket, yanked loose his tie, unfastened the buttons of his shirt with long, bony fingers.

There was a smoldering fire in his gaze.

Ruan Tang felt danger rising and tried to retreat, to escape.

But his strong hand caught her delicate ankle, pale as jade.

Lowering his head, he pressed a scorching kiss to the little bell bracelet tied there.

His voice rasped, low and hoarse.

“Miss, I love you.”

Ruan Tang squeezed her eyes shut in shame, her breathing trembling.

She couldn’t even process the meaning of his words.