Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 133

Ruan Tang’s eyes curved happily as she smiled.

“Thank you! Then hurry and teach me…”

Hu Yan’s sensual lips parted slightly, revealing two sharp teeth like a vampire’s. He leaned in and gently bit the girl’s delicate, soft white earlobe.

Tears welled up in Ruan Tang’s eyes from the sting.

“What are you doing…”

Hu Yan wickedly worried the soft bit of flesh between his teeth, the faint fragrance intoxicating him. His voice came out rough and hoarse.

“Big brother is teaching you how to bully people.”

He had only meant to tease her for a moment before letting go.

But the taste was too sweet—he couldn’t bring himself to retreat.

Ruan Tang’s cheeks flushed scarlet.

“No more, I—I don’t want to learn anymore…”

The girl’s tender, trembling voice was so enchanting that for a split second, an eerie crimson light flickered in the man’s fox-like eyes.

From amidst his dark hair, the faint outline of sharp, slender fox ears began to emerge.

A flash of regret crossed his gaze. He was just about to pull away when a blade of murderous intent struck like lightning.

He instinctively twisted aside. A razor-sharp short blade sliced past him, clipping off a strand of his hair.

At the same time, a low, icy voice rang out, threaded with anger.

“What are you doing to my lady?”

Lang Jin had dragged himself here on an injured leg.

He had followed the trail of her sweet scent straight into the rose garden—only to see her delicate body caught in the arms of a tall, handsome man, being teased so ruthlessly.

Lang Jin’s eyes instantly burned red. He nearly lost control of the killing urge rising inside him, like a wolf king whose territory had been trespassed upon.

Hu Yan turned his head, expression blank.

When he saw who it was, his lips curled in disdain.

“I thought the wolf clan was already extinct. So there’s still a lone wolf left? Bought to serve as someone’s guard dog?”

Lang Jin’s eyes narrowed dangerously, but he didn’t argue.

Instead, he extended his arm toward Ruan Tang.

“My lady, please come to me.”

Ruan Tang glanced at the smiling Hu Yan, remembered the bite mark on her ear, and blinked nervously.

Then she looked at Lang Jin, who had his hand outstretched to her, and recalled her doomed fate in this worldline. Her face immediately paled.

She took half a step back, wanting to escape both men.

Lang Jin’s eyes dimmed.

Hu Yan’s smile froze as well.

This little thing—did she really hate him that much?

But before Ruan Tang could run, Hu Yan hooked her arm, his smile soft and endless.

“Where are you going, Miss Tang Tang? Weren’t you going to apprentice yourself to me?”

A dangerous aura rose around Lang Jin.

Despite his injured leg, he stepped forward and seized her other hand.

“My lady, stay away from this fox. He has bad intentions.”

Ruan Tang was tugged from both sides, her little face full of panic and confusion.

At that moment, Ruan Chen appeared at the garden entrance. Seeing the stalemate between the three, he frowned in displeasure.

“What are you doing? Let her go—both of you!!”

Because he was her elder brother, the two men grudgingly obeyed and released her.

Ruan Chen pulled his sister behind him with a single motion. He first shot a glare at the ever-smiling Hu Yan, then turned his harsh eyes on Lang Jin.

His tone was sharp and unforgiving.

“I told you to be her dog. I didn’t tell you to lay your hands on your master, did I?”

His gaze dropped coldly to the man’s arm.

“Don’t want that hand anymore? Fine. I’ll have someone—”

“Don’t!”

The girl’s soft, sticky-sweet voice rang out.

Lang Jin looked at her in surprise.

Her little face was flushed red. She clung to her brother’s hand, speaking timidly, but trying to feign a spoiled, domineering tone.

“Lang Jin is my dog! If you hit a dog, you have to look at its owner first! My dog can only be bullied by me…”

Lang Jin stared at her blankly. On his wild, untamed features, an unnatural flush actually appeared.

Hu Yan, however, sneered in displeasure.

“Call you a dog and you blush? Don’t tell me you’ve got some sort of twisted fetish?”

Lang Jin flushed with shame and anger, yet couldn’t muster a retort.

Because just for a moment, his imagination betrayed him—

He pictured himself kneeling at the feet of the soft, obedient girl, carefully lifting her small, pale hand.

Like a loyal yet greedy hound, kissing her snow-white fingertips.

“Tsk.”

Ruan Chen’s face darkened even more. He dragged his sister away at once.

If they stayed any longer, his foolish little sister might really end up ruined by these filthy men.

Ruan Tang was pulled back to her room.

Ruan Chen looked at her and sighed.

This time, he didn’t bother keeping up appearances.

“If you fail this world’s mission again, you’ll be punished. You understand that, don’t you?”

Ruan Tang blinked in confusion, then suddenly sensed something off.

“How do you know that?”

The system’s voice echoed in her mind:

【Tang Tang! He’s my direct superior—the God who oversees the whole quick-transmigration space!】

Ruan Tang’s peach blossom eyes widened in astonishment.

“The almighty God of quick-transmigration—why are you pretending to be my brother?”

A faint flush crept over Ruan Chen’s face, as though she’d hit a sore spot. He turned his head away.

“Don’t ask what you shouldn’t. Just remember—your only purpose in this world is to push Lang Jin into his dark transformation.”

Ruan Tang poked her fingers together guiltily.

“But… I’ve never succeeded in a single mission…”

Ruan Chen reached out and patted her head.

“I believe you can do it.”

Ruan Tang’s eyes instantly brimmed with tears.

“Thank you!”

Ruan Chen turned even redder, quickly avoiding her gaze. He coughed lightly.

“Anyway, do your best.”

Outside the door, in the corner, Lang Jin had overheard everything.

His expression wavered, his thoughts tangled.

So… his lady wasn’t of this world at all, but had come here for a mission—and that mission was tied to him.

But the relief was that she didn’t truly hate him. She was only forced to act that way.

Still, hearing that failure would mean punishment, his chest tightened with pain.

He didn’t want Ruan Tang to suffer. That meant he could only cooperate with her mission.

He couldn’t ask for her gentleness anymore.

He had no right.

The man stood in the shadows, heart aching as though it had been pierced.

After dinner.

Ruan Tang summoned Lang Jin into her room.

Lang Jin lowered his head, already assuming his lady had made up her mind—to finally begin tormenting him.

But instead, her soft little voice called to him.

“Big doggy, come here.”

The words should have been humiliating.

Yet in her sticky-sweet, tender tone, they sounded almost like endearment.

Rather than angering him, they set his ears burning red.

The girl was dressed in a beautiful black strapless dress, sitting on the sofa, beckoning him over with her small hand.

Lang Jin’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

He walked over, kneeling on one knee at her side.

He lowered his gaze obediently.

“What are your orders, my lady?”