Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 155

“The hell? You call this a punishment plane?”

The system stared at the plane description, so shocked its jaw practically hit the floor.

This was one of those “Sea King” setups — a girl stringing along multiple outstanding men, happily “raising fish” (t/n: in Chinese slang, “养鱼” or “raising fish” means juggling multiple love interests at once, without committing to any single one). Outside, countless hosts would be lining up, begging to be assigned here!

And this was supposed to be punishment?! More like welfare!!

The Main God sat lazily on the sofa, frowning with quiet displeasure. His expression was unreadable.

Of course, he had his own reasoning.

Those four men fought like roosters every single day. Fine — let them fight. Let them compete until they were sick of it.

And when it all blew up and they realized Ruan Tang was nothing but a Sea King, maybe — just maybe — they’d follow the original worldline, wake up from their obsession, and lose interest in her.

That was called fighting poison with poison.

The system shrugged.

Fighting poison with poison wasn’t really something it understood.

But judging from those four’s behavior in every single world so far, the chances of them “losing interest” in the host were close to zero.

Even the great Main God could be a little short-sighted sometimes.

Well, hopefully when he saw Ruan Tang being fought over by four men at once, he wouldn’t regret this decision.

Ruan Tang stared at the system’s transmission, cheeks flushed pink.

“So this is the punishment…? It really does sound hard.”

Handling four men at once? She wasn’t Sun Wukong — she didn’t know any body-duplication techniques. She was going to be run ragged, oh no…

The system sighed.

“Silly Tang Tang, this isn’t punishment at all. It’s a perk!”

Those four were top-tier in every world — the cream of the crop.

And most importantly, they were model men, pure in body and heart, utterly devoted to her alone.

Living with “齐人之福” (t/n: an idiom meaning “the blessing of having multiple partners,” usually reserved for men with many wives or concubines) — how was this punishment?

“Eh?” Ruan Tang tilted her head, blinking in confusion, oblivious to her own fortune.

When she arrived in this world, it was the middle of summer break.

She was a college student at T University.

Her younger brother, Ruan Tong, a year her junior, had just been admitted to nearby A University — a fresh new college boy.

That day, Ruan Tong brought his dormmate home to hang out.

“Oh right, forgot to mention — I have an older sister.”

Ruan Tong mumbled around a popsicle, punching in the passcode to the door as he spoke casually.

“But she’s always buried in her books, locked away in her room. You probably won’t even see her… shame, huh?”

“Not interested in your sister. Just open the door already.”

The boy waiting beside him was named Wei Quan. Tall and lean, with warm brown skin, raven-black cropped hair, and delicate, refined features.

In online slang, he had a “first love face.”

The type that, if someone snapped a candid photo and posted it on the school forum, it would hit the top page instantly, showered in comments about his god-tier looks.

He’d just finished a game of basketball; sweat still clung to his brow, radiating fresh, restless youth.

Dressed in his jersey, his arms carried smooth, lean muscle, and he had a basketball tucked under one elbow.

Lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe his face, he revealed a perfect eight-pack.

“Beep. Wrong password. Please try again.”

Ruan Tong let out a wail.

Wei Quan clicked his tongue, impatient.

“Hurry up, it’s hot as hell.”

Still, his tone wasn’t harsh — his voice was clear and pleasant, perfectly matching his handsome face.

Just as Ruan Tong was about to snap back, there was a click from inside.

The lock turned from within.

A sweet, soft voice drifted through the door.

Tentative, shy.

“Tong Tong? Is that you?”

Wei Quan froze.

That delicate, kitten-soft voice brushed across his chest like a swishing tail, leaving behind a tingling itch in his heart.

The door creaked open.

A gentle, bashful girl peeked out from behind it, only half-revealing her face.

Her skin was luminous and pale as porcelain, her peach-blossom eyes glistening with watery brilliance — a look that tugged directly at the heart.

At the corner of her eye, a tear mole added a dangerous hint of allure.

Her teeth worried at her bottom lip in nervousness, the fullness of her mouth only more tempting.

And worst of all — she wore only an oversized black T-shirt, far too big for her petite frame.

The neckline slipped off one shoulder, baring a delicate collarbone and the smooth curve of a pale, round shoulder.

Slender white legs peeked from beneath the hem, her feet snug in bunny slippers, her toes faintly tinged with pink.

Wei Quan stood frozen in place, his pulse skyrocketing to 180.

And behind it, the echo of his own voice from seconds ago: “Not interested in your sister.”

Ruan Tong’s eyes bulged.

“Sis! Why’d you come out?!”

Ruan Tang blushed, lowering her gaze.

“I came out to get some water… I thought you’d forgotten the password again…”

Ruan Tong noticed his friend’s eyes glued shamelessly to his sister, and his protective streak exploded on the spot.

He quickly stepped in front of her, grumbling awkwardly.

“Why are you wearing my clothes again!”

Ruan Tang pouted, lips pursed in grievance.

“All my pajamas are in the wash. You have tons of T-shirts. What’s wrong with me borrowing one?”

Ruan Tong practically shoved her back toward her room.

“I don’t even look when I buy these — the fabric’s garbage. What if you get an allergic reaction?!”

Ruan Tang muttered under her breath.

“I’m not that delicate…”

Then Ruan Tong saw a faint patch of red on the back of her neck. His eyes went wide.

“This crappy fabric chafed you already! Hurry, take it off! I’ll grab you another! Stay in your room, don’t run around!”

Before she could respond, he shoved her inside and slammed the door shut.

She blinked in surprise.

Her brother was only a year younger, but he fussed over her constantly like she was the little one.

Meanwhile, the boy still standing dazed at the doorway kept staring at that closed door.

His mind replayed the image again and again — the pale nape of her neck, the tender skin so easily reddened by just a rough seam.

A body so fragile.

So easy to mark.

If someone were to truly bully her, how many days would those marks last?

His Adam’s apple bobbed hard.

Ruan Tong fetched one of his unworn, branded T-shirts — worth tens of thousands — and handed it to her as pajamas.

He fussed over her.

“My friends are hanging out today. You’re shy, so don’t run around, okay? Just text me if you need anything and I’ll bring it.”

In truth, he was wary of Wei Quan.

After all, his roommate was the campus heartthrob of A University, the dream boy of countless girls.

He was terrified his silly sister would get snatched up.

Sure, he knew Wei Quan’s character — clean, self-disciplined, top of his class, never once rumored with a girl.

But in the eyes of a sister-obsessed brother, every man near his sister was just a pig eyeing his cabbage.

And he would never allow it.

Ruan Tang, of course, had no clue what he was thinking.

She hugged the expensive T-shirt against her chest and nodded obediently.

“Okay.”

Ruan Tong clutched his chest.

Goddamn it. Why is she so cute? Why is she my sister?! Unfair!!

When Ruan Tong left the room, Wei Quan was sitting on the sofa with a bottle of water.

First time here, yet he’d helped himself to the fridge like it was his own home.

Tilting back the bottle, his clean jawline caught the light. A bead of water slid down his Adam’s apple — sinfully attractive.

Ruan Tong clicked his tongue in disgust.

Tch. Shamelessly oozing charm again. Good thing my sister didn’t see that!

But even after gulping down half the bottle, Wei Quan still felt parched.

His mind couldn’t shake the vision of that red patch of skin on her neck. His thoughts were restless, burning.

“What are you spacing out for? You still playing or not?”

They’d agreed to play games after basketball.

Wei Quan lowered the bottle, eyes still locked on that closed bedroom door.

His voice came out rough.

“…Yeah. Let’s play.”