Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 149

Ruan Tang was too focused on eating to hear his quiet murmur.

Hu Li Yan curved his lips into a bitter smile.

This little greedy cat.

She hadn’t awakened to love at all yet.

After she’d eaten her fill, since there were still afternoon classes, the two boarded the private jet again.

Whether from being full or from the drain of her half-beast form, Ruan Tang fell asleep the moment she sat down.

Her little head tilted against Hu Li Yan’s shoulder, her body curled up like a kitten, with her fluffy cat tail wrapped protectively around her.

Her sleeping face was so cute, so obedient.

Hu Li Yan almost couldn’t restrain himself, the urge to “tease” her bubbling up—but he was afraid to disturb her sleep.

It was a very hard thing to endure.

Partway through, he heard her murmuring in her sleep.

Her voice carried a sobbing lilt, trembling and soft.

“N-no… I don’t want it anymore…”

Her delicate brows pinched together, her expression fragile and breakable, making the man beside her tighten his breath.

What was this little soft candy dreaming about?

Calling out so sweetly like that.

Hu Li Yan’s jealousy boiled over.

Don’t tell him some dog of a man had barged into her dreams and…

He leaned close to her ear, his voice low and coaxing, as though to fish out the truth.

“Call my name once, and I’ll let you go.”

He wanted to see exactly which bastard had dared to sneak into his little Tang-Tang’s dreams and disturb her.

He’d break his legs.

But what he heard next was another soft plea.

“Master, don’t…”

Hu Li Yan froze, his handsome face flushing red.

Then, a flicker of embarrassment colored his eyes.

His fox ears slipped out.

Sharp and pure silver, they twitched faintly amidst his light chestnut hair.

His gaze deepened, his suit pants straining tight, his Adam’s apple bobbing heavily.

Could it be… Tang-Tang felt that way about him?

Just as his thoughts threatened to spiral, the rest of her dream-words tumbled out.

“Don’t… Tang-Tang really can’t eat anymore, ugh… so full…”

Hu Li Yan: …

In the end, he had been wrong.

This little glutton! Even in her dreams, all she thought about was food!

When the plane touched down, Ruan Tang woke.

She discovered a soft blanket had been draped carefully over her.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she glanced to the side.

Hu Li Yan was seated upright beside her, his body strangely tense, another blanket covering his lap as well.

So Master got cold too?

Hu Li Yan reached out to ruffle her hair, voice indulgent.

“Awake? Let’s get off the plane then.”

“Okay.”

Fresh from sleep, her voice carried a husky edge—pure, yet faintly sensual.

Her delicate face still held a rosy flush from slumber, so adorable it made one want to bite.

Hu Li Yan had to force down the urge for his fox ears to appear again.

When Ruan Tang stood, her legs wobbled, and she plopped right back into her seat.

Hu Li Yan instantly tensed. “What’s wrong?”

Her cheeks pink, she mumbled in embarrassment.

“I sat too long. My legs went numb…”

Her little cat ears hadn’t retracted yet, and as she spoke, they drooped pitifully—so unbearably cute.

Hu Li Yan’s eyes darkened.

“Let me massage them for you.”

His long, elegant hands kneaded her legs gently.

The slight ache soon eased under his touch, leaving only comfort.

The girl let out a satisfied hum like a kitten—but after a while, her brows knit slightly.

“Master, you can use a little more strength…”

That soft, sweet address brought Hu Li Yan’s thoughts flashing back to her dreamlike murmurs.

His Adam’s apple shifted involuntarily.

“Alright. Tell me if it hurts.”

He pressed harder—and the girl whimpered, unable to endure.

“No… stop, it’s too much…”

She had overestimated herself.

Her peach blossom eyes misted over, her voice delicate with pleading.

Each sound was like fuel on fire.

Hu Li Yan’s control frayed to breaking.

He finally pinned Ruan Tang against the seat, his voice hoarse.

“Tang-Tang, this afternoon… let’s skip class together, hm?”

She blinked in confusion, her watery peach blossom eyes wide.

“Huh? Why?”

Skipping class wasn’t unthinkable to her—but Hu Li Yan was a teacher!

How could a teacher skip class?!

Hu Li Yan gave a pained smile.

This little fool.

She lit a fire under him and then asked why.

Instead of answering, he countered, his voice low:

“I’ll take you to do something fun. How about it?”

Ruan Tang tilted her head.

“What kind of fun thing?”

Looking into her clear, innocent eyes, Hu Li Yan felt like the worst sort of scoundrel—tricking a pure girl.

He could only sigh, unable to voice his true desire.

Still, they cut class.

One phone call from Hu Li Yan, and everyone else was given leave.

He then whisked Ruan Tang to another country, straight to an amusement park.

There, she didn’t even need to hide her ears or tail—
because so many visitors wore beast-ear headbands.

But wherever she went, she drew every eye.

Everyone marveled at her beauty—and those far-too-real cat ears.

Eventually, Ruan Tang played until she was completely exhausted, falling fast asleep on the plane ride back.

Hu Li Yan sat watching her sleeping face, lips curved in an indulgent smile, as if he could never get enough.

Her body shifted in her sleep, her lace choker sliding down to reveal pale, flawless skin.

And with it—an unmistakable, ambiguous mark.

Hu Li Yan’s smile vanished instantly.

His expression darkened as he carefully removed the choker.

On her snow-white skin lay a string of intimate marks, plain to see.

Rage surged in his eyes.

Who?

That mutt Ao Yue? Or… He Ling?!

His face twisted with fury, teeth gritted.

Even so, he couldn’t bear to wake Ruan Tang.

Instead, he bent down—covering every trace with marks of his own.

On her body, only his marks should remain.

Ruan Tang was too tired, perhaps from keeping up her half-beast form.

Though she felt a faint, strange sensation, she didn’t wake.

In the end, Hu Li Yan carried her back to the dormitory himself.

In the dorm, Lang Jin had been sitting alone in the living room all day.

Night had fallen, but he hadn’t turned on the lights, his figure like a motionless statue, cloaked in loneliness.

Ruan Tang hadn’t let him follow her—so he didn’t know what to do.

His head was full of her.

What was she doing?

Who was she with?

Why hadn’t she come back so late?

Had she been tricked away by someone else again…?

His heart was churning with jealousy, sourness, anxiety, and unease—but he could do nothing.

He could only stay put.

He could only wait until Ruan Tang had her fun, remembered him, and turned back to look at him.

But what if she was drawn to someone else… and never remembered him again?

The thought was like a gaping hole tearing through his chest, the cold wind whistling straight through.

When he heard movement at the door, the man’s eyes lit up, and he rushed to open it.

“Miss, you’re finally—”

Before he could finish, the joy on his face drained like a receding tide, replaced by fury and burning jealousy.

“Why is it you?! What did you do to her?!”