Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 141

Who was she calling?

It definitely wasn’t him.

Because Ruan Tang only ever called him Brother Huyan or teacher.

For her to act so sweet and coquettish, using that soft, ambiguous word—just who the hell was the man she was calling?

A dark fire burned uncontrollably in Hu Yan’s eyes, like a hand tightening mercilessly around his heart.

Even breathing felt like knives.

Ruan Tang knew nothing of this.

She had only dreamed of Gu Ming from the fourth world. Back then, she had once been told to call him that.

And Gu Ming always teased her mischievously when she slept, never letting her rest peacefully.

In her dream, Gu Ming had pinned her down, biting at her soft earlobe.

But then—

In reality, she felt a sudden sting, not on her ear, but on her lips.

Her breath was stolen. She tried to open her mouth to breathe, only for something else to press against her lips first—
robbing her of what little oxygen she had left.

“Mm…!”

Ruan Tang jolted awake.

She was met with a pair of scarlet fox eyes.

Her soft, reddened lips were already numb, her delicate neck forced back under the urgency of the man’s heated kiss.

She… she was going to suffocate…

At the very moment her consciousness began to slip away, the man finally released her.

The calloused pad of his finger brushed against her swollen lips in a deliberately lingering stroke.

His voice was hoarse, low.

“This is punishment.”

Ruan Tang gasped for air like someone pulled back from the brink, her peach-blossom eyes brimming with tears from the lack of oxygen.

She was dizzy, her whole body dazed from his kiss.

Hu Yan’s gaze darkened as he looked down at her like this. His Adam’s apple bobbed faintly.

One large hand stroked her hair.

“Be good. Don’t let anyone else lure you in. Understand?”

But Ruan Tang was still trying to steady her breath, unable to process what he was saying.

Hearing her soft, alluring sounds only made the man’s eyes sink further.

His hand slid down, pressing to the back of her delicate neck.

Forcing her to lift that beautiful little face—he was just about to lower his head again—

When the infirmary door suddenly opened.

“Miss, are you feeling any better?”

…

A curtain hung around Ruan Tang’s bed.

So when Lang Jin entered, he had no idea that behind it, a tall, striking man was holding a soft, enchanting girl tightly in his arms, lips hovering close to hers.

At the sound of the voice, Hu Yan frowned, irritation flashing across his face.

Ruan Tang’s peach-blossom eyes widened.

“Lang Jin—mm…”

Before she could cry out for help, the jealous Hu Yan crushed his lips to hers again, sealing off every chance for her voice to escape.

Whenever she tried to open her mouth, he slipped in to steal the sound away.

Jealousy tore at him. Could it be that the “husband” Ruan Tang was calling for in her sleep… was this Lang Jin?

The more he thought about it, the more the jealousy consumed him.

His hand gripped her slender waist tighter, the kiss growing deeper.

Lang Jin, oblivious, thought Ruan Tang still didn’t want to speak to him.

His eyes dropped, weighed down with loneliness.

“Miss, I just met Ao Yue. He said…”

Lang Jin clenched his fist, calming his irritation, forcing himself to speak steadily.

“He said… you confessed to him.”

Behind the curtain, Ruan Tang let out a soft, helpless cry.

Because Hu Yan, fueled by jealousy, had pinched lightly at her sensitive waist—then whispered hotly against her ear:

“Tang Tang, just how many men are you trying to charm?”

Ruan Tang couldn’t speak, her eyes wet and red at the corners.

Lang Jin, hearing her voice, thought she was only embarrassed.

But that overly sweet, breathless sound still made his ears burn, his breathing grow uneven.

“Miss, what’s going on? I don’t believe you’d fall for that stupid dog…”

This time, Ruan Tang couldn’t answer.

Lang Jin pressed anxiously.

“Miss?”

The room fell quiet. No words—
only the faint sound of fabric shifting, and the muffled, suppressed breaths of a man.

And once Lang Jin really listened—he froze.

That breathing… belonged to a man!

His face darkened instantly.

He yanked the curtain open—

And there she was.

The soft, beautiful girl cradled in another man’s arms, her lips claimed in a brazen kiss. Her flushed little face radiated helpless seduction.

On the messy bedsheets, her skirt had slipped just enough to reveal two slender, snow-pale legs.

Her misty peach-blossom eyes slowly turned to him.

At her eye’s corner, a tiny crimson mole gleamed wet with tears, so alluring it hurt to look.

But that allure belonged to another man.

Lang Jin’s eyes instantly bled scarlet.

Wickedly sharp wolf claws flashed into being, lunging straight for Hu Yan’s back!

Hu Yan had no choice but to release Ruan Tang and meet the attack head-on.

The two clashed furiously.

Within the cramped infirmary, desks, chairs, and curtains were smashed to pieces.

The noise quickly drew a crowd. Students gawked at the chaotic, dramatic scene.

Some swooned over the looks alone.

“Oh my god, with faces like that, is this an idol drama? Where’s the camera?”

Others were gleeful troublemakers.

“Yes! Love triangle! Shura field! Fight, fight, fight!”
(t/n: “Shura field” 修罗场 is a common Chinese webnovel term referring to a chaotic love-rivalry battle, usually messy, dramatic, and bloody—sometimes figuratively, sometimes literally.)

And of course, some were already betting.

“Place your bets! Loyal guard dog wolf vs scheming fox beauty—who will win our kitten’s heart? Odds are open, odds are open!”

By the time He Zhun arrived, what he saw was two men locked in vicious combat, driven by nothing but jealousy.

His expression darkened sharply.

“Stop it! Both of you!”

But the two were too consumed to listen.

He Zhun swallowed down his anger and shouted:

“You’re frightening Ruan Tang!”

That finally made them pause, both glancing toward the bed.

Ruan Tang was curled up in the corner, clutching the blanket tightly. Her little face was pale, her body trembling faintly.

The cat ears on her head had flattened low in fear.

After all, both Lang Jin and Hu Yan were leaders of their beast clans. The wild aura they carried was overwhelming—
and in their fight, they hadn’t held it back.

Ruan Tang had borne the full weight of that pressure. Her peach-blossom eyes shimmered with unshed tears, the rims reddened—pitiful enough to break anyone’s heart.

“Miss, I’m sorry, I—”

But Hu Yan cut him off.

“Tang Tang, be good. Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

He Zhun coldly pushed the two men aside, striding straight to the bed.

He stripped off his outer robe and draped it over Ruan Tang’s head, shielding her trembling little cat ears from sight.

Then he bent carefully, gathering the frightened kitten into his arms.

Lang Jin’s expression sank.

“Wait. Where are you taking her?”

Hu Yan narrowed his fox eyes as well, displeasure tightening his brow.

But He Zhun’s spine was straight, his robe billowing faintly though there was no wind, carrying with him a cool, extraordinary air.

“I’m taking her somewhere she won’t be harassed.”

He bit hard on that word—harassed.

And when his eyes swept over the two of them, they held nothing but cold disdain.