Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 157

The match finally ended.

Wei Quan stared deeply at Ruan Tang, just about to say something more to her.

But Ruan Tang suddenly remembered something, let out a startled little cry, and hurriedly ran back upstairs with the charger in her hand.

Wei Quan’s expression dimmed as he watched her disappear again, his chest surging with complicated emotions that were impossible to put into words.

At that moment, Ruan Tong finally came out of the bathroom, rubbing his stomach and grumbling.

“Damn it, that popsicle was definitely expired! Shit, I’m gonna report them—”

He trudged back to the sofa, picked up his phone, and froze.

The game results screen was in front of him: their team had won, and the jungler he’d been playing had been awarded MVP.

He even had two triple kills.

Ruan Tong gaped at Wei Quan in shock.

“Holy shit, are you Nezha or something? Three heads and six arms? How’d you manage two phones at once—and play that well?!”

Wei Quan pulled his gaze back from Ruan Tang’s closed bedroom door and looked at him like he was an idiot.

“If your brain’s malfunctioning, get it treated early.”

…

Meanwhile, Ruan Tang rushed back to her room, quickly plugging in her phone.

If she’d been even a couple seconds slower, it would’ve died and shut off.

Finally, with the battery charging, Ruan Tang let out a breath of relief.

She picked up the pink headset on her desk, adjusted the microphone, and pressed her soft red lips to it, speaking gently.

“Sorry, babies, for keeping you waiting.”

On the public chat, comments exploded instantly.

“Wife! You’re finally back!! I’ve been waiting nine minutes and forty-seven seconds! I missed you!!”

“Wife’s voice is too good—shit, my face is red!!”

“Wife called me baby!!”

“She was obviously calling me! Everyone else cover your ears and don’t listen!”

As always, the stream was flooded with cries of “wife.”

In this world, Ruan Tang was an e-sports streamer.

Because she was skilled and had such a sweet voice, the sharp contrast between her hardcore gameplay and her soft, adorable demeanor had won her a huge fanbase.

She already had several hundred thousand followers, though she had never once shown her face.

The game she usually streamed was on PC, the same genre as Showdown—the mobile MOBA her younger brother had been obsessed with. That was why she had been able to pick it up so easily earlier.

In fact, the reason she’d been so desperate to get the charger was because her fans had been recommending she try Showdown lately—the very game her brother played nonstop.

That was why, when she saw him leave it mid-match, she had picked it up to try.

“Wife, have you decided? Will you try Showdown?!”

A comment popped up just in time.

Ruan Tang answered sweetly: “I’m a little interested. I’ll download it.”

The chat instantly exploded with cheers and excitement.

【My favorite streamer is gonna play my favorite game!!! YES!!!】

【My mom asked why I’m crying while watching a livestream—it’s because I’m so touched!!!】

【Tang Tang loves her fans too much! Let’s gooo!!!】

Ruan Tang finished downloading and connected her stream setup.

Just as she was about to register a new account, a viewer made a suggestion.

【Tang Tang, you could borrow a maxed-out account first! A fresh one won’t have many heroes or features unlocked, and you’ll just get matched with beginners. That might hurt the entertainment value.】

Ruan Tang blinked, touched, and responded in her soft, grateful tone:

“Thank you, Milk Tea Shop’s Escaped Boba, for the suggestion!”

Then, in line with the username, she leaned close to the mic and blew a gentle “pop” kiss.

The barrage froze for one second—then went wild.

The chat was scrolling so fast the words blurred.

The lucky Boba viewer immediately dropped a 520 RMB paid comment, pinned to the top of the screen.

“That kiss was for me! Nobody else gets to hear it!!!”

Ruan Tang blushed, her cheeks turning pink, and shyly asked:

“So… could someone lend me an account?”

Fans instantly started spamming with paid comments to volunteer, and Ruan Tang quickly tried to stop them.

“No, no—don’t waste your money! I’ll just pick randomly from the chat, so stop sending—”

But then, a super comment worth 12,000 RMB appeared in the center of the screen, accompanied by dazzling special effects.

It was brief, only three words.

“Use mine.”

The other fans fell silent for a second.

Then the chat went into chaos.

“Holy shit, where’d this whale come from?! Nobody can compete with that!!”

“Tang Tang, just use his account—I wanna see what a whale account looks like!”

Since everyone said the same thing, Ruan Tang agreed.

She clicked into the private messages of the user named 【Yan】.

He had already sent her his account ID and password.

Ruan Tang softly thanked him through her mic.

“A-Yan, thank you.”

Wen Yan sat on a high-end sofa, long legs crossed, his bearing elegant and aristocratic.

He wore a tailored luxury suit, cufflinks gleaming with cold light. A high-end watch sat on his wrist, his entire person radiating refinement and wealth.

The moment the sweet, soft voice came through his Bluetooth earpiece—like an intimate whisper brushing his ear—the man’s clear, handsome face flushed with an unnatural heat.

His long, slender fingers tightened around his phone, pale blue veins standing out against his hand, exuding a cold, restrained sensuality.

He was none other than the CEO of the company behind Showdown—and the game’s original developer.

He had entered Ruan Tang’s stream completely by chance.

Normally, he liked to browse the game section casually, listening to fans and streamers talk about what they liked or disliked, collecting ideas for future development.

But when he clicked into Ruan Tang’s room this time, he’d been captivated instantly.

Her voice was indeed lovely—but he’d never been one to be swayed by something so simple.

There was something else: her tone, her little verbal habits, the way she spoke—something about it made his chest tighten, his heart race.

It felt like a reunion after a long separation, a heat rushing through him he couldn’t control.

His instincts told him—he must not let this slip away.

That was why he’d given her his account.

And not just any account—his was an internal developer account. It contained every skin, every hero, every effect. Even unreleased test skins and test characters were available.

Its value was astronomical.

And he had just casually lent it to a streamer.

For a man as calm and rational as Wen Yan, this sudden impulse was strange—but also fascinating.

For the first time in years, he felt truly alive.

When Ruan Tang logged into Wen Yan’s account, the stream erupted in chaos.

【Holy shit! Forget “big spender,” this is a god-tier whale!!!】

【I’ve seen full-skin accounts on Weibo before, but a fully unlocked everything account? This is the first time! You couldn’t even grind that out—it hasn’t even been a year since release!】

【Damn, so this is the power of money! Insane!!!】

【Wait, isn’t this Yan—the top spender across the entire server?! He’s practically a legend in Showdown! People weren’t even sure he really existed!!!】