Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 161

Ruan Tang answered with a soft laugh and sent back a voice message.

Just one word.

“Good boy.”

On the other side, after Yanri blurted out “dad,” he stomped away from the camera, his face red with humiliation.

Fans in the stream could only hear the sound of him stomping angrily in the distance, and then a loud yelp as if he had kicked something and hurt his foot.

The barrage was filled with laughter.

When he finally finished venting, Yanri limped back into frame, sat down with a dark expression, put on his headset, and picked up his cracked phone.

He saw the other side had sent a voice message.

His face got even darker.

Definitely mocking him, right?

Damn it, he wanted to hear which bastard dared—

But the instant he pressed play, all the fire in his chest was extinguished.

That soft, coaxing “good boy” slipped into his ears, burning them numb, making his heart stutter violently out of rhythm.

Worst of all, her voice carried the lingering lilt of laughter at the end—too sweet, too much to take.

He froze, dazed. The arrogant, handsome face of his turned red in an instant.

【Holy sh*t—it’s a girl!】
【That voice is lethal!】
【Look at Yan-ge’s expression, he’s already fallen head over heels lol!】
【Ship it, ship it now—I’m dragging the marriage registry over here, lock them down already!】
【How does watching a livestream feel like getting force-fed dog food? It’s so sweet my teeth hurt!】
【Where’s the fanfic writers—feed us, we’re starving!】

Yanri’s hands trembled as he replayed the short voice message again and again, forgetting entirely that he was still live. Tens of thousands of viewers were watching his every move.

And each time he listened, his face only burned redder.

By the end, even his ears were scarlet.

Flustered beyond belief, he tore off his headset and bolted from the room, running laps in the living room like an excited puppy set free.

When he finally let the energy out, Yanri forced himself back into his seat, trying to act composed. The livestream audience was still watching.

He coughed lightly to cover it up.

“Ate too much. Needed to run a few laps to digest.”

The barrage: …what kind of dumb dog behavior is this.

His blush still hadn’t faded.

Afraid his voice would give him away, he didn’t dare send a voice reply. He started typing instead.

But the words… he rewrote them again and again, deleting and rephrasing until finally, with a deep breath and trembling fingers, he sent one out.

【You’re good. Want to join my team? I can give you the marksman role.】

The words were controlled, flat on the surface. But his face was red to the tips of his ears.

【Holy sh*t, Yan-ge is willing to give up the marksman role?!】
【Bro don’t simp this hard, it’s painful to watch!】
【Lol turns out Yan-ge’s just a romance-brained idiot. I kinda like this though.】

Yanri exhaled slowly, steeling himself, and hit send.

Only to be met with a glaring red system message:

【Send failed. The other party has deleted you from their friend list.】

Yanri: “…………?”

Thud.

Desk HP -999.

Meanwhile, Ruan Tang was chatting gently with her fans.

“Babies, that’s it for today’s stream. I’m going to log off and get something to eat!”

The barrage exploded in cries of protest.

【Noooo wifey, don’t leave us! When will you stream again?】

Ruan Tang tilted her head, thought for a moment, then replied:

“Sorry, I have plans tomorrow, so I can’t stream. The night after tomorrow, at eight o’clock sharp, I’ll be live. See you then~”

The comments immediately filled with grief.

【Ahhh my heart hurts…】
【If Tangtang has plans, then okay… we’ll wait for the day after. sobs】

Seeing her fans so reluctant, Ruan Tang felt a little guilty.

So she explained:

“Sorry… my mom arranged a blind date for me tomorrow.”

It was set up by the original body’s mother, with the son of an old family acquaintance.

She was only a sophomore in college—it felt way too early for blind dates.

But her mother insisted, saying she and that boy had been promised to each other since childhood. No matter what, they should at least meet once.

At the word “blind date,” her fans went wild.

【Wife!!! No!! Don’t go!!】
【She’s only a sophomore! How can she already be getting forced into blind dates?! Too early, not allowed!】
【My heart—broken to pieces!】

Wen Yan was listening too. At that moment, the coffee cup in his hand slipped and smashed onto the floor, shattering.

His brows furrowed, his eyes fixed on the phone screen, an ugly twist of irritation gnawing at his chest.

She was going on a blind date?

With who?

And if it worked out… marriage?

He knew almost nothing about Ruan Tang, yet the thought of it left him restless, unbearably agitated.

He wanted nothing more than to rush to her side, grab her hand, and forbid her from going.

Just as he was about to speak, a knock came at Ruan Tang’s door.

A clear, youthful boy’s voice called out:

“Sister, we bought watermelon. I cut some up—can I bring you a plate?”

Wen Yan’s brows knitted tighter.

Sister? Was that her younger brother?

But… “we”? More than one person?

And the way he spoke—it didn’t quite sound like how one would talk to their sister.

The moment Ruan Tang heard Wei Quan’s voice, she panicked and hastily shut down the livestream.

Wei Quan, not hearing an answer, knocked again.

“Sister?”

Ruan Tang’s heart was racing. She hadn’t told her family she streamed.

Her household was a very traditional scholarly family. Her parents were conservative, disapproving of things like gaming and streaming, which they considered frivolous and shameful.

If they found out she’d been secretly working as a game streamer, she would definitely be scolded.

Outside the door, Wei Quan stood with a carefully arranged plate of watermelon, his gaze fixed calmly on the door.

He had sent Ruan Tong away on an errand to buy drinks, just to get this chance alone.

He only wanted another glimpse of Ruan Tang.

Ever since the first moment he laid eyes on her, it felt like his entire heart had been hung on her.

If he couldn’t see her, even for a second, he was restless, clawing at the walls inside.

“Wait just a bit—I, I need to put on clothes first.”

Inside, Ruan Tang’s soft, flustered voice quivered faintly, as if startled.

And combined with what she said—it was almost impossible not to misinterpret.

Wei Quan’s eyes darkened.

Sister… wasn’t wearing clothes?

But in truth, Ruan Tang had just made up an excuse, rushing to stash away her streaming equipment inside the cabinet.

Only then did she hurry to the door.

She opened it.

Still dressed in her brother’s expensive designer T-shirt, her delicate hand pressed lightly to the frame. Strands of her hair fell messily over her collarbone, her chest rising and falling as if she had just worked herself breathless.

The corners of her eyes were tinged faintly red.

To the green, inexperienced boy standing outside, the sight made his chest tighten painfully.

His breath nearly caught.