Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 163

His mother was nearly choked silent by his bluntness, but her tone only grew stronger.

“Doesn’t matter, you have to go! So what if you’re not interested in the girl? Going once won’t kill you, will it? It’s not like we’re forcing you to be together! We’re not that old-fashioned! All you do is play games every day — what, you think you can grind out a girlfriend from that?”

Gu Leng’s face darkened.

But then he remembered that soft, honeyed voice from the game.

A girlfriend…

He wanted one.

The question was whether she would want him.

…

In the end, Gu Leng couldn’t resist his mother’s relentless nagging. He decided to show up at the blind date, meet the girl, then quickly find an excuse to leave.

That way, at least he could say he had been there.

And if he ditched her like that, the girl probably wouldn’t ask to see him again anyway.

So the next evening—

At a high-end restaurant.

Gu Leng sat at the table, absentmindedly staring at his phone, his whole bearing detached and indifferent.

Even so, he still drew more than a few female gazes.

His skin was strikingly fair, with the faint trace of mixed blood in his deep, defined features. His side profile was sharp, almost unreal in its handsomeness.

But with his lashes lowered as he looked at his phone, his expression carried a faint hint of loneliness.

His friend request still sat unanswered, like a stone sinking to the bottom of the sea.

Gu Leng let out a quiet sigh.

The odds of running into the same person again in a game weren’t high.

Would they… never meet again?

Just the thought of that possibility made his chest seize tight, as if someone had reached inside and gripped his heart. It was hard to breathe.

At that moment, footsteps approached.

His blind date had arrived.

Gu Leng’s face grew even colder. He didn’t have time to waste on such meaningless matters.

Better to get this over with quickly.

He raised his eyes, cool and dismissive, ready to reject her outright.

But before he could speak, a familiar, sweet voice reached his ears.

“Sorry, traffic was bad. I’m five minutes late…”

Gu Leng’s phone slipped right out of his hand and clattered onto the floor. He didn’t even notice.

He just stared blankly at the pretty, delicate girl in front of him.

Ruan Tang had jogged over, bracing her hands on her knees to catch her breath before standing up again. She looked at him apologetically, smiling as she spoke.

Tonight she wore a strappy crop top that bared large swathes of porcelain-white skin.

Because of her fullness up top, the hem of the shirt rode up slightly, exposing a slim, delicate waist that couldn’t even fill one hand.

Her long hair was loosely gathered into a casual bun, with a few wisps falling against her refined face. She wore no makeup, but her beauty was so dazzling that no one could look away.

Her lashes were long and curled, her peach-blossom eyes shimmering like starlight. At the corner of her eye sat a tiny crimson mole, sultry and soul-stealing.

It wasn’t just Gu Leng — even the other diners in the restaurant were left dazed.

It was as if her beauty had stolen the breath right out of them.

Ruan Tang tilted her head curiously. “Excuse me, are you… Mr. Gu Leng?”

She wondered if she’d found the wrong person.

Tongtong had told her Gu Leng was cool, arrogant, and impossible to get along with.

Tongtong had gone to the same school as him once. Though they weren’t in the same year, their classrooms had been close. They had butted heads often, argued constantly, even thrown punches a few times — but Tongtong had never once won, and eventually gave up.

But the man in front of her now…

Other than being handsome, he didn’t match Tongtong’s description at all.

He just sat there staring at her like an idiot.

Not exactly the sharpest look.

Seeing the confusion flicker across her lovely face, Gu Leng finally snapped back to himself.

A faint flush spread across his pale, handsome cheeks.

He raised a hand to cover his lips, cleared his throat softly, and said:

“Y-yes, that’s me. And you are… Ruan Tang?”

His heart was pounding hard.

He hadn’t misheard.

She was the girl he’d met in the game!

How could something this coincidental happen? It felt like he’d used up every ounce of luck in his life in this one moment. But it was worth it.

Gu Leng forced down his excitement, struggling to keep up his aloof, “cool guy” image.

He had to take this step by step, carefully — he couldn’t scare her away.

“Can I… call you Tangtang?”

He had no idea how to talk to girls.

On the surface, his expression stayed calm and cold, but under the table, his hands had twisted the fabric of his pants tight with nerves.

Ruan Tang smiled at him, her eyes curving like crescent moons, soft and sweet.

“Of course.”

At such close distance, her smile hit like a weapon. The sheer force of it made the tips of Gu Leng’s ears burn crimson.

Just then, his phone buzzed from under the table.

Gu Leng remembered belatedly that he had dropped it. Flustered, he bent down to pick it up and saw that it was one of his teammates calling.

He impatiently hung up.

No one was going to interrupt his dinner with his future wife.

But before he could start chatting with Ruan Tang, the phone rang again.

A vein throbbed visibly at his temple.

What, was the sky falling? Why the hell so many calls?

Ruan Tang blinked her bright peach-blossom eyes and asked gently:

“You’re not going to answer? Maybe it’s something urgent.”

Inside, Gu Leng was cursing his brother to hell and back, but outwardly, he managed to keep his tone polite.

“Sorry, I’ll just take this really quick.”

He got up and walked aside, hitting the accept button.

His voice was ice cold.

“Spit it out.”

His teammate froze. “…Uh, Cold bro, did you just eat gunpowder or something? Why so pissed?”

Gu Leng pressed a hand to his forehead. “If it’s nothing, I’m hanging up. Don’t bother me.”

“Wait, wait, wait! Didn’t you tell me to call you at this time and pretend it was urgent, so you’d have an excuse to leave the blind date?”

Gu Leng blinked.

Oh. Right. That had been the plan.

He had forgotten.

His teammate couldn’t resist teasing: “What, you like her that much already? Finally ready to try having a girlfriend?”

But unlike his buddy’s casual banter, Gu Leng’s reply was deadly serious.

“No. I’m going to marry her.”

This life, he would only ever want her.

His teammate went silent.

Damn. Cold bro was secretly a romantic after all!

The kind who never falls — but when he does, he falls hard enough to break himself to pieces.

When Gu Leng returned to the table, he saw Ruan Tang absorbed in her phone, replying to someone’s message.

Her small hands cupped the device, her peach-blossom eyes focused, her smile faint.

Who was she chatting with?

A man? A woman?

Jealousy fizzed hot and sour in Gu Leng’s chest.

“Tangtang.”

She looked up briefly, giving him a sweet, harmless smile that melted everything in sight.

“Sorry, just a sec — I need to finish this reply. Someone’s asking me something.”

“That’s fine. Take your time.”

His tone was gentle, patient.

But in his heart, he was already cursing the person on the other end of that phone for daring to disturb his Tangtang.

On the other side of campus, Wei Quan sneezed out of nowhere.

—Who was cursing him?