Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 146

Although it hadn’t truly been an overnight stay—he had brought her back later that night—

Lang Jin deliberately exaggerated, just to let Ao Yue taste for himself what it felt like when jealousy burned through his chest.

Sure enough, Ao Yue’s handsome, defiant face instantly twisted.

But seeing Ruan Tang already so sleepy she’d collapsed sideways onto the bed, even in the throes of jealousy, he couldn’t bear to wake her.

He could only save his questions for tomorrow.

The next day—

Ruan Tang, well-rested and radiant, pushed open her bedroom door.

There, like twin guardians posted outside, stood Lang Jin and Ao Yue.

Both leaned against the wall, backs ramrod straight, side profiles sharp under the light—though their faces betrayed a touch of exhaustion.

Ruan Tang’s peach blossom eyes widened slightly in surprise.

“Huh? You two didn’t go to sleep?”

That day, she wore a black sleeveless dress cinched at the waist, with a black lace choker designed to conceal the kiss marks along her neck.

The dark clothes made her skin glow like fresh-fallen snow. The fitted cut emphasized her graceful curves, her body sensuous, yet her delicate little face remained pure and refined. The effect was both innocent and alluring.

Both Lang Jin and Ao Yue froze, ears flushing red.

Lang Jin’s voice was hoarse when he explained: “I was worried Ao Yue might barge into your room again, so I stayed outside to keep watch.”

Ao Yue snorted and turned his head aside.

“I thought he might betray your trust, so I had to keep an eye on him!”

Ruan Tang tilted her head, confusion in her gaze.

So Lang Jin was guarding against Ao Yue, while Ao Yue was guarding against Lang Jin.

“If you two don’t trust each other, why not just hold hands and sleep together?”

She suggested it so innocently that both men exchanged a glance—only for their expressions to sour, as though they’d just swallowed a fly.

“Who’d want to sleep with him?!”

The previous night, Ao Yue had grown angrier the more he thought about it. He’d been there—so why had Ruan Tang still been bullied by that damned teacher?!

He decided he wouldn’t give his cousin any more face from now on.

“Tang-Tang, are you heading to class? I’ll walk you!”

Naturally, he reached out and held her little hand. Outwardly calm, inside he was flustered and shy beyond belief—his burning red ears gave him away.

Ruan Tang let him hold her without protest.

When she turned back, she saw Lang Jin standing in the shadows. His expression was hidden, but his figure carried a trace of loneliness.

Because of her mission, she couldn’t allow herself to draw close to him.

Yet seeing him like that, her heart softened.

“Lang Jin.”

Hearing her soft voice call his name, Lang Jin’s eyes lit faintly with hope.

But then she continued,

“You don’t need to follow me today.”

Lang Jin froze.

The light in his narrow eyes dimmed, snuffed out bit by bit.

Slowly lowering his gaze, he looked at Ao Yue’s bold hand holding Ruan Tang’s so openly. Bitterness welled in his chest.

At last, he forced out a low: “Understood, Miss.”

Ao Yue nearly burst with joy.

Seeing Ruan Tang glance back at Lang Jin, he’d thought she might show worry or care. But no—she’d told him to leave.

Ao Yue’s grin stretched wide—he could’ve floated to the heavens!

Tang-Tang must not want Lang Jin intruding on their time together.

Tang-Tang’s heart was with him!

If she weren’t standing right there, he would’ve thrown back his head and howled in triumph.

But his happiness was cut short when he felt her small hand suddenly stiffen in his palm.

He asked in alarm: “Tang-Tang, what’s wrong?”

She shook her head, eyes flickering.

“N-no, nothing…”

But inside, her heart was pounding.

Because just then, she’d heard the system chime:

【Ding! Lang Jin’s Blackening Value +10. Current total: 70.】

She’d risked breaking character to tell him to rest, so why had his blackening value risen instead?

Could it be… she really was perfectly suited for this mission?

On the way to class, Ao Yue clutched her small hand, his heartbeat racing.

It was his very first time holding a girl’s hand.

So different from his own broad, calloused palm—hers was soft, delicate, warm, like holding cotton candy.

He didn’t dare squeeze, afraid his roughness might bruise her fragile skin.

He kept stealing glances at her lowered lashes, until his gaze caught on the black lace choker at her throat.

He remembered the scattered kiss marks on her collarbone yesterday—his eyes welled again with jealousy and grievance.

He’d held it in all night, but finally blurted out:

“Tang-Tang, that day… did you stay overnight at Teacher He Bai’s place?”

He panicked as soon as he said it, rushing to explain.

“I-I’m not doubting you! It’s just… I was scared that bastard teacher might’ve done something to you… I know you’d never want it, I just—I just—”

Ao Yue was never good with words. He preferred fists to explanations.

Now his eyes reddened, teeth grinding in anger and misery.

“Should I just go rip out that damn bird’s tail feathers?!”

He turned as if to storm off, but Ruan Tang grabbed his hand.

“Teacher He Bai didn’t do anything!”

Afraid that if she let go, Ao Yue would run off to cause trouble, she quickly wrapped both arms around his solid, muscular arm.

“Don’t bully him. He helped me a lot…”

The feeling of her soft body pressed to his arm made Ao Yue blush down to the roots of his neck.

He stammered, flustered.

“Tang-Tang, you should…” His throat bobbed. “…you should let go first.”

Ruan Tang peered up at him timidly: “Only if you promise not to go after Teacher He Bai.”

Jealousy surged in Ao Yue’s chest, but he forced himself not to show it.

“I promise.”

Only then did Ruan Tang release him, her cheeks flushed as if she’d only just realized how bold she’d been.

Ao Yue stared at her, voice rough.

“What exactly did he do to help you?”

So she briefly explained the situation, though she left out the part about the strange dream she’d had.

It was just a dream, not reality.

Still, Ao Yue frowned. “Then what about your neck—”

Ruan Tang had only noticed the marks herself that morning.

“Maybe mosquito bites. There are a lot of trees at the teacher’s place, so maybe more mosquitoes too.”

Ao Yue finally exhaled in relief, though suspicion lingered.

Mosquito bites? What kind of mosquito leaves marks like that?

He hesitated, then pressed again: “You’re sure he didn’t touch you?”

Ruan Tang tilted her head. “He did touch me.”

Ao Yue nearly leapt out of his skin. “!!!”

But she went on earnestly, counting on her fingers:

“He patted my head, touched my ears, caught me when I almost fell off the bed, helped me downstairs, oh, and pinched my cheek too…”

Ao Yue’s face grew darker and darker.

That beast of a teacher!

Shameless!!!

At least nothing worse had happened… but Ao Yue still etched He Bai’s name in his mental blacklist.

Note to self: Pervert Teacher!

They arrived early; the classroom wasn’t full yet.

Ao Yue found a seat by the window in the corner and sat with Ruan Tang.

“By the way, Tang-Tang…”

Ruan Tang tilted her head, her delicate little face soft and innocent, yet dangerously tempting.

“Mm? What is it?”

It was Ao Yue’s first time sitting across from her in such bright daylight, so close, face-to-face.

He stared, dumbstruck, forgetting entirely what he’d meant to say.