Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 164

Wei Quan thought about it again.

Most likely, the one cursing him just now was his Sister Ruan Tang’s blind date.

At the moment, he was in a bookstore, standing in front of the shelves picking out textbooks for his major.

The texts he’d been sending were to ask Ruan Tang’s advice on what to buy.

He had chosen this exact time on purpose—forcing Ruan Tang to pull out her phone and reply to him during her date.

That way, the man sitting across from her would certainly think she wasn’t interested, since she kept checking her phone to chat with someone else.

[For History of Western Philosophy, go with the publisher I mentioned before. That set is better. You can ask the store clerk if they have it.]

Reading how seriously Ruan Tang answered each of his questions, Wei Quan’s heart softened more and more.

He wanted to see her right now.

What kind of man was sitting across from her at this moment?

Just imagining Ruan Tang eating and chatting with another man made his chest ache with jealousy, sharp and bitter.

He couldn’t calm down.

So he could only resort to these little tricks, trying to steal back some of her attention.

[Sister, for the modern philosophy course, would this book work?]

He deliberately picked up a textbook with a bad reputation, snapped a picture, and sent it to her.

Then he added a polite apology.

[Sorry, I know you’re busy, and I’m bothering you again. It’s just that since I happened to be in the bookstore, I thought I might as well get the textbooks now…]

[It’s fine! But that one isn’t very good. See if they have the one from xx Press—that set is better.]

Ruan Tang’s replies were quick. No matter how he tried to stall, there were only so many courses and so many textbooks, so they were finished sooner rather than later.

[Okay, that’s all! I’ll get back to dinner now. You should go home and eat soon too.]

Wei Quan stood by the shelves, still holding a random book he’d picked up, about to ask her if it was any good.

But she had already ended the conversation.

Slowly, he put the book down.

His long, slender fingers tightened hard around his phone, his eyes darkening.

Still, his reply remained obedient and soft:

[Okay. Sister, make sure you get home early too.]

This time, Ruan Tang didn’t answer.

She had probably set her phone aside… smiling and chatting with the man across from her.

Just imagining that picture made Wei Quan’s chest seize up, like countless silver needles stabbing deep into his heart.

The tall, refined boy stood by the bookshelf, lashes lowered to hide the storm in his gaze.

His voice came out hoarse as he whispered—

“Sister…”

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Ruan Tang gave an embarrassed smile. “You didn’t need to wait for me. The food must be cold by now.”

“It’s fine. I’m not hungry.”

Gu Leng weighed his words carefully before asking, a little hesitant: “That was… your friend, Tang Tang?”

Ruan Tang felt bad for making him wait so long, so she explained with a smile: “He’s my brother’s friend. He wants to study philosophy and asked me to help him pick some textbooks.”

Her brother’s friend.

Gu Leng remembered her brother—about a year younger than her. So this friend must be his age too.

And how convenient… that he chose to ask questions at the exact moment Ruan Tang was on a date.

Was that really just coincidence?

Gu Leng’s brows drew together faintly. Quietly, he added “Ruan Tang’s brother’s friend” to his list of dangerous people.

Clearly, this one would need to be watched.

Ruan Tang ate very obediently.

She cut her steak into small pieces, picked them up one by one with her fork, and took tiny bites.

Her full, dewy lips parted just enough that he could occasionally glimpse a flash of wet, rosy color inside—

Gu Leng’s gaze grew darker.

She was even more beautiful than he had imagined.

So soft and innocent like this… yet in the game, she could play with such flawless skill, leading teams to victory with deadly precision.

How could such a contrast not drive him mad with longing?

When dinner ended, Gu Leng suggested they take a walk.

As they strolled, he deliberately, oh-so-casually steered the conversation toward hobbies, eventually guiding it to games.

Sure enough, Ruan Tang’s eyes lit up, sparkling like she’d just found a soulmate. She looked at him expectantly.

“I love games too! What do you play?”

Gu Leng forced down the pounding of his heart, keeping his expression calm and effortless.

If she thought this was fate… all the better.

“A mobile game called Final Showdown. I started a team and we’ve won the league championship a few times.”

Ruan Tang’s peach-blossom eyes shone. She tilted her head up at him, gaze fixed with pure admiration.

“Wow, that’s amazing! I just started playing recently. I only just made a new account!”

Recently?

Gu Leng paused.

He remembered how, when he’d played alongside her, he’d noticed little things—her occasional lack of fluency.

So it hadn’t been his imagination.

But if she was brand new and could already crush Yan Ri like that… then she was far more talented than he’d ever dreamed.

“Let’s add each other as friends. We can play together.”

He offered smoothly, and of course Ruan Tang agreed.

“Here’s my ID—you can scan the code to add me!”

Gu Leng looked at her new account, named “Soft Candy.”

And then suddenly, it hit him—this was her new account.

So then… what about that other account, “Yan”?

Whose was that?

Ruan Tang noticed him staring blankly at her phone and tilted her head.

“What’s wrong?”

Gu Leng pulled himself back, shoving down the unease and jealousy clawing at his chest. His voice softened.

“Nothing. Your ID is cute. It suits you.”

But his eyes stayed glued to her screen. Which was why he immediately saw the new notification that popped up.

A friend request.

[Yan]: Tang Tang, it’s me—Yan.

Gu Leng’s gaze turned icy in an instant. His brows furrowed hard as he stared at that name.

So this was the guy who’d lent her the account?

Was he the reason she even played this game in the first place?

What was their relationship?

One question after another surged up with a wave of jealousy that threatened to swallow him whole.

Meanwhile, Ruan Tang noticed the friend request too. She blinked her peachy eyes wide in surprise—and then, delighted, tapped “Accept.”

Gu Leng’s chest tightened until it was suffocating.

He could only watch as her face softened into sweet smiles, her delicate white fingers tapping quickly across the screen.

She was clearly in a very good mood… chatting with this man named “Yan.”

[Ruan Tang]: A-Yan! How did you find my WeChat ID?

[Yan]: I have a friend on the Final Showdown staff. I asked him to help me look up your info. If you’re not comfortable, you can delete me. Sorry—I shouldn’t have added you without asking first.

Wen Yan apologized again and again, while Ruan Tang only felt embarrassed.

He had spent so much on her with gifts in the game, yet when it came to something as small as adding her on WeChat, he was so polite and restrained.

Even if he had asked her directly, she would have given it. She already had a good impression of this cultured, refined man.

Besides—the system had told her: A-Yan was also a mission target, another little fish in her pond.

The system chimed: Confirmed by his gaze—he’s someone you’re meant to break.