Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 154

【Ding dong — Ao Yue’s corruption meter is full!】

The system froze.

“Good news: the corruption meter is full. Bad news: the plot just collapsed…”

Lang Jin wanting to kill Huli Yan wasn’t entirely surprising — Huli Yan is, after all, the big boss, the protagonist’s lifelong nemesis; that much made narrative sense.

But the other two — one a close brother to the protagonist, Ao Yue, and the other the protagonist’s mentor and guide, He Bai — those two absolutely shouldn’t be targets the male lead says he’ll kill!!!

This wasn’t how the plot was supposed to go!!!

Ruan Tang grabbed Lang Jin’s hem in a panic. “Don’t—”

Lang Jin looked at her. “Oh? You can’t bear it? Fine, I won’t kill them.”

Ruan Tang exhaled in relief — until the man’s voice, thinly laced with madness, growled: “Then let the lady take their payment on my behalf.”

His beastlike eyes flashed an ominous crimson.

Ruan Tang felt the world tilt; the next second, she lost consciousness.

…

When she opened her eyes she found herself locked in a small, dark room.

The system squealed with delight.

“Tongo! Isn’t this the classic small dark room from the scriptline?!”

It was ecstatic. Holy— an unforeseen route! The script had seemed irreparably broken, but somehow they’d still stumbled into this critical plot beat!

Now a heartbroken Lang Jin should, according to the original design, torment Ruan Tang mercilessly until the mission completes. Task finished!

The system rubbed its virtual hands and prepared to shield her from pain and begin soul custody.

Only — when it saw how Lang Jin chose to “torment” her, the system’s metaphorical jaw dropped.

It was torment, yes — but of a completely different sort. Not painful; rather, sensually intense. There were moments of pain, but so brief that the system couldn’t mask them or take over.

The system covered its eyes and listened to waves of soft moans roll out from the girl. It wanted to cry.

Wahhhh my precious cabbage! the system wailed internally. You still got snatched!!!

…

Ruan Tang’s night felt interminable. Several times she fainted from it; whenever she woke she still saw the handsome face above her, disheveled hair now crowned with elegant wolf ears.

The man’s brow was slick with sweat; when she stirred, he bent over her and kissed her with a fierce pity. After that, she couldn’t tell dream from waking.

When she finally came fully awake, she was in the pristine white void of the transmigration space. Her body was covered in marks — there wasn’t a clean stretch of skin. Her limbs were leaden; her waist and legs didn’t feel like hers.

She was thirsty. When she tried to get up for water she nearly toppled off the bed — an arm caught her just in time.

“Careful.”

The man’s voice was low, threaded with restrained anger and a rough, indescribable undertone. Ruan Tang blinked and widened her tea-colored eyes in surprise.

“Brother?”

She corrected herself immediately. “Overgod…” (t/n: “Overgod” is the story’s highest-level game-like deity — the system’s operator / mission master.)

The man before her was divine in bearing; although he didn’t look like Ruan Chen, she somehow recognized him as the same presence. The Overgod paused, complexity flashing across his face — then anger and jealousy surged when he noticed the marks on her.

He spoke stiffly in an attempt to console: “Lie still and rest. I’ve put you on leave for a month.”

Ruan Tang choked on her water. “Why are you giving me leave? Does that mean… my mission succeeded?”

The Overgod poured her another cup of water and, expressionless, said: “It failed.”

Ruan Tang nearly sputtered. “Then my next-level mission will—” she began, terrified. She imagined punishment levels, nightmare scenarios.

“Don’t worry.” The Overgod sounded awkward at offering comfort. “With me here, no one will dare sentence you.”

He flushed faintly, embarrassed at his clumsy attempt at solace, and hurried out.

No sooner had he left than the system clambered out from under the bed. Ruan Tang shrieked and almost flung the cup.

“Tongo! What are you doing here?!”

The system blushed in its own way. “The Overgod burst in so angrily I thought he’d come to punish us for failing the mission — I hid under the bed.”

And then it got fed a faceful of romantic fluff. Overgod, please don’t be so lovey-dovey — our host is a wooden log! the system complained.

…

Back at base-level reality: Lang Jin sat on the edge of the bed, hunched, staring dumbly at the spot where Ruan Tang had vanished. His knuckles trailed over the sheets like a man memorizing a lover’s scent.

“Tangtang…”

You slipped away again. But this time I’m a little closer.

Lang Jin’s smile was crooked, obsessive, thrilled.

The door burst open. The other three at last arrived. They sniffed the room’s erotic tang and saw the bed’s rumpled sheets, the bright, telltale smear of red — and they all went white with rage.

Looking at Lang Jin, their eyes could have torn him to shreds.

Huli Yan ground his teeth, voice cold as steel: “Where is she? Where did you hide her?”

Lang Jin sneered at their hostility, utterly disdainful. He kept staring at the place she’d just lain, as if still seeing her — the image of her pale, silky skin gleaming in morning light, now marked by his hands. The sight drove him toward madness.

“She’s already left this plane.” Lang Jin’s voice was laced with sarcasm. “I’m going to find her. You lot can do as you please.”

And with that, he vanished.

The three men paused, a realization crashing over them: memory fragments of countless planes, waves of love for Ruan Tang so violent it felt like their chests would burst. Along with that came a tide of savage jealousy.

“Damn it — she ran off again! Stop right there! I’ll kill you!” Ao Yue swore, and disappeared in pursuit.

He Bai clenched his fists in brooding silence.

Huli Yan snorted, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. “He’s broken the balance.”

“Then whatever I do from now on, he can’t stop me,” Huli Yan said, half-smile cold.

The room emptied again, leaving only the morning sun splayed across the disordered bed.