Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 166

Hearing that sweet, soft “Okay,” Gu Leng felt as if he had been struck by a dizzying wave of happiness.

A flush crept across his austere face. Lifting a hand to cover his lips, he suddenly grew self-conscious.

That wall slam just now—it had been nothing but an impulsive move.

Even now, recalling it made the tips of his ears burn.

The girl’s sweet fragrance still lingered faintly at the tip of his nose, like a tiny kitten’s paw scratching lightly at his heart.

“I—I’ll go bring the car around. Tangtang, wait here for me. I’ll be right back.”

He was afraid if he stayed any longer, his carefully maintained “cold persona” would completely collapse.

While waiting for Gu Leng to bring the car, Ruan Tang was busy reviewing the “Heartbreaker Sea-Queen Handbook” that the system had given her.

Don’t take the initiative. Don’t refuse. Don’t take responsibility.

The three rules.

Ruan Tang counted them off on her fingers, doing her best to memorize them.

For the sake of the mission, she had to work hard to become a top-tier heartbreaker!

…

Gu Leng drove up and even gentlemanly opened the car door for her.

Remembering the handbook’s advice—that small, occasional touches could keep her “little fish” hooked—Ruan Tang let her soft, pale hand accidentally brush against his cool fingertips as she got in.

Gu Leng felt a tiny current shoot straight from his fingertips to his heart.

His chest melted into a pool of softness at once.

But since Ruan Tang wasn’t skilled at taking the initiative either, her own delicate earlobes flushed pink.

She was just as shy.

The sight of her trembling lashes, her bashful expression, made Gu Leng’s chest tighten.

Was it intentional—or just an accident?

Either way, she had completely hooked him.

Once in the car, Ruan Tang sat quietly, phone in hand, replying to Wen Yan’s messages.

Apparently, Wen Yan had been rattled by that confession. He had called her several times. When she hadn’t picked up, he sent a string of anxious texts.

【He didn’t do anything to you, did he?! Tangtang, you must be careful. Meeting like this on the first day—he definitely has bad intentions!】

【Tangtang, don’t let yourself get tricked!】

He even sent her multiple news articles about girls being deceived by scumbags, trying to shake her vigilance awake.

Ruan Tang replied:

【Don’t worry, Yan. I’m fine!】

But how could Wen Yan possibly be reassured?

【Tangtang, I’ll call a car to pick you up. Don’t get in his!】

Ruan Tang’s long lashes lowered softly as she typed, her profile focused and lovely.

【I’m already in the car. He’s not a bad person, don’t worry.】

Wen Yan grew even more restless.

He hated that he wasn’t in the same city as Ruan Tang. Even if he rushed over now, it would be too late.

He could only keep pleading.

【No matter what, you still need to guard against him…】

Ruan Tang answered with patience:

【Really, it’s fine. His family and mine go way back! He wouldn’t be a bad person.】

At that moment, a deep, magnetic voice sounded beside her.

“Tangtang, lift your hand a little. I’ll help you with the seatbelt.”

Ruan Tang had been focused on typing, but at his words, she instinctively obeyed and raised her hand.

The man leaned in suddenly, his presence so close it felt like he was about to kiss her.

Ruan Tang froze for a second. Looking up, she saw his striking side profile, so close, in a posture as if he were about to gather her into his arms.

But he only fastened her seatbelt—nothing more.

Perfectly proper.

With that, Ruan Tang replied with even more confidence:

【Yan, don’t worry. He really is a good person! He even helped me with my seatbelt!】

Wen Yan’s temple throbbed.

Seatbelt? He knew exactly what kind of posture that involved.

This bastard.

He wanted to keep warning her, but then Ruan Tang sent another line:

【I’m going to play a game now! Let’s talk later!】

By the time Wen Yan messaged again, Ruan Tang hadn’t even glanced at it.

Clearly, she was already deep in battle on Summoner’s Rift.

Wen Yan: …heartbroken.

…

Watching the gaming-addicted girl start a match on the way home, Gu Leng couldn’t help but smile helplessly yet dotingly.

For the sake of her gaming experience, he drove his high-performance sports car like a crawling turtle.

Other cars passed him one after another.

Some rude drivers even rolled down their windows to shout:

“Bro, can you even drive? If you’re this slow, just switch to a bike, hahaha!”

If it were any other time, Gu Leng would never have let anyone act so arrogant in front of him.

But now? He was in such a good mood that even being cursed at couldn’t wipe the spring-breeze smile from his face.

What did they know?

What good was driving fast?

He had the softest, sweetest, most adorable girl in the entire world sitting in his passenger seat!

Another driver pulled up alongside, about to flip him the middle finger.

Just then, Ruan Tang finally finished her match. Lifting her little face, she curiously glanced around.

“Are we almost there?”

The driver froze instantly, forgetting all about the middle finger.

Even his breathing stalled.

How could such a beautiful girl exist?

Her fair, porcelain-like face, delicate and striking features, and those luminous peach-blossom eyes—innocent yet carrying an unintentional hint of allure.

It was as if she were God’s most exquisite, perfect creation.

“We’re almost there.”

Gu Leng spoke, his gaze coldly sweeping toward the driver beside them—a warning sharp enough to kill.

The murderous look made the man shiver all over.

Gu Leng stepped on the accelerator, the sports car’s power roaring as he left that car far, far behind.

No other man would be allowed even half a glimpse of Ruan Tang.

…

Gu Leng drove Ruan Tang to her doorstep.

Considerately, he got out, opened the door for her, and even held her soft hand carefully, afraid she might stumble.

But Ruan Tang wasn’t paying much attention. Her head was full of wanting to rush back inside to start another game.

The moment she stood steady, she pulled her hand back and waved goodbye.

“Good night!”

She was just about to leave when her slender wrist was suddenly caught.

Ruan Tang turned back in confusion, her fair, delicate face showing a hint of puzzlement.

“What is it?”

Gu Leng looked at her deeply, his chest heavy with reluctance.

There were a thousand words he wanted to say.

But he wasn’t good with words—especially not in front of the girl he loved.

His face reddened, not knowing how to begin.

Just then, a clear, pleasant boyish voice sounded from the side.

“Sister.”

Wei Quan stood there, tall and handsome, his features refined like a youth stepped straight out of a manga.

Jet-black hair, elegant brows, and a striking presence.

His outfit was that of a typical clean-cut college boy—black hoodie and jeans, simple yet fresh.

Wei Quan first gave Gu Leng a cold, assessing glance, his eyes carrying faint hostility.

Then, turning back to Ruan Tang, his expression softened at once, becoming obedient and harmless.

“Sister, why are you back so late? I’ve been waiting forever…”

That soft, clear boyish tone, calling her “sister” as if in a pout—deadly in its sweetness.

Ruan Tang had no resistance against an adorable, well-behaved younger brother. Her heart melted instantly.

Rising on tiptoe, she patted his head.

“Sorry, Sister came back late. Why did you come here?”

“I missed you. I wanted to see you.”

Wei Quan lowered his head obediently, letting her ruffle his hair—like a sweet little puppy.

And yet, from the angle Ruan Tang couldn’t see, those narrow phoenix eyes glanced toward Gu Leng, filled with naked provocation.