Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 145

The man had his head lowered; from her angle, Ruan Tang could only see the sharp curve of his back, the rise and fall of his body.

Startled, she cried out in fear.

Ao Yue lifted his head, hastily trying to soothe her.

“Don’t be scared, sweetheart, it’s me—it’s me, Ao Yue!”

Ruan Tang’s heart still pounded as she shrank back into the corner of the bed. Her peach blossom eyes were misted over with tears, pitiful beyond words.

In her panic, the other strap of her nightdress slipped off her shoulder.

She could only use one hand to cover her chest while the other clutched tightly at the hem of her dress.

Her body curled into a ball, leaving swathes of pale, luminous skin exposed in the dimly lit room.

That fragile, bullied appearance only stirred a darker, unspoken desire in the man.

Ao Yue’s Adam’s apple bobbed hard. One knee still on the bed, he subtly shifted his posture.

Hoarse, he tried to explain.

“Sweetheart, don’t be afraid. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry, I…”

Ruan Tang tilted her head.

“Eh? Big doggy, it’s you?”

Ao Yue smiled, softening his voice.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

Only then did Ruan Tang finally exhale in relief.

But before the moment could settle—

Bang!

The door was kicked open.

Having rushed over the instant he heard her cry, Lang Jin saw the scene before him and his eyes instantly blazed with fury.

“Ao Yue! Why are you in Miss’s room?!”

Ao Yue’s face darkened the instant he saw Lang Jin.

He leapt off the bed, lunging at him with bared teeth.

“I was just about to settle the score with you!!!”

Lang Jin, baffled at the sudden aggression, still raised his fists to meet him.

Wolf and dog—close kin, yet here they tore into each other with murderous force.

Ruan Tang tried to stop them, but her soft, delicate voice was drowned out beneath the chaos of their brawl, the room practically shaking as they destroyed it piece by piece.

It wasn’t the first time she’d watched these two fight over her. She was almost used to it by now, not even frightened anymore.

Instead, she sat on the bed with a pout, lips pressed in grievance as she watched her room being wrecked, then simply gave up on stopping them.

It wasn’t like either of them could kill the other anyway.

The two men still fought while shouting insults.

“You damn mutt! Even if you like my wife too, it should be a fair competition! How could you make a move on her while I wasn’t around?! Have you no shame?!”

“You’re the mutt! And besides, Ruan Tang isn’t your wife! Stop daydreaming! And I didn’t do anything to Miss!”

Ao Yue snarled, baring his sharp teeth.

“Didn’t do anything? Her legs are covered in your scent! So strong, and all red and rubbed raw—you beast…”

As he spoke, his eyes reddened, and his attacks grew even more ferocious.

Lang Jin faltered, his face darkening.

“Her legs? How do you know? You lifted her skirt?!”

Ao Yue roared in indignation.

“She’s my wife! Only I can look! None of you are allowed! All of you can go to hell!!!”

Recklessly, he abandoned all defense, throwing himself at Lang Jin.

Lang Jin clicked his tongue in irritation, furrowing his brows as he stepped back to avoid the crazed onslaught.

“Stop! You’ve got it all wrong!”

Ao Yue glared at him viciously.

“What excuse do you still have?!”

Lang Jin was normally calm and restrained, not the sort to stoop to petty brawls.

It was pure jealousy that had driven him to fight like a child.

Now, his reason settled back in, and he forced patience into his tone.

“Yesterday, I shifted into my true form and carried her back to the dorm.”

“And what the hell does that have to do with the marks on her legs—” Ao Yue froze halfway through his words, realization dawning.

“…Ah. Fur.”

So it had been his cousin’s coarse wolf hair that left the marks.

Breathing like a man saved from drowning, Ao Yue sagged with relief.

But when he saw his cousin covered in scratches from his own claws, guilt pricked at him.

Sheepishly rubbing his nose, he forced a goofy grin.

“Cousin, my bad.”

Lang Jin couldn’t even be bothered to reply.

Ao Yue gave a cheeky laugh, elbowing him in the side, trying to buddy up again.

“The mighty Wolf King himself, lowering his pride to turn into his true form and carry my wife home—guess you’re not such a bad guy after all.”

After all, wolves were notoriously arrogant.

To reveal one’s true form before another was generally either an act of submission—or absolute trust.

And not only had Lang Jin revealed his true form, he had let Ruan Tang ride on his back.

That was to discard all pride and dignity, showing complete surrender and devotion to her.

The thought twisted in Ao Yue’s mind until suspicion flared again.

“Wait a second—don’t tell me you’re trying to seduce my wife?!”

Lang Jin ignored his idiocy, brushing past him and heading toward the bed.

“Miss, are you all right?”

Ruan Tang clutched her blanket, curled up in the corner.

Though drowsy to the point of exhaustion, she still fought to keep her peach blossom eyes open, dazed as she looked at him.

“Are you two done fighting?”

Lang Jin’s throat bobbed as he took in her disheveled clothes and sleepy, languid beauty.

“Yes. We’re done. Sorry to have disturbed you.”

Ruan Tang pouted, lips trembling in grievance.

“If you’re done, then leave. I want to sleep… so tired…”

She let out a long yawn, tears shimmering at the corners of her eyes.

The tiny beauty mark by her eye was damp, making her look even more alluring.

Lang Jin’s gaze darkened.

“Miss, allow me to treat your wounds first.”

But before he could approach, Ao Yue rushed in to block him, shoving him back with force.

“No need! I already took care of my wife’s wounds!”

Lang Jin staggered before regaining his footing, face hardening.

He ground out, “You took care of them? How?”

Ao Yue bared his teeth in a proud grin, pointing at his lips.

“My saliva has healing properties! Don’t worry—I licked every single one!”

Lang Jin’s fists clenched tight.

Uncle, Auntie… if one day I lose control and end your bloodline, don’t blame me.

Then Ao Yue suddenly remembered something, pointing toward the faint marks scattered near Ruan Tang’s collarbone. His face lit up with naive hope.

“And those? I must’ve misunderstood too, right? Those are just mosquito bites?”

Lang Jin’s lips curved into a cold, malicious smile.

With deliberate cruelty, he told him the truth.

“She spent the night with He Bai. He left them.”