Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 170

“Sister, let me fasten your seatbelt.”

Before Ruan Tang could politely refuse, Wei Quan had already leaned in.

One slender, pale hand pressed lightly against her shoulder while the other pulled the seatbelt across her body and snapped it into place.

The posture looked almost as if he were enclosing the girl in his arms.

For a brief moment, their faces drew very close.

Wei Quan’s sensual, thin lips brushed—whether intentionally or not—against the side of Ruan Tang’s delicate cheek.

Cool, soft.

Ruan Tang’s little face flushed pink.

But since she figured the boy couldn’t have done it on purpose, she said nothing.

“All set.”

Wei Quan finished buckling her in, the corners of his mouth lifting into a bright, innocent smile.

Ruan Tang lowered her lashes, her voice soft as she whispered thanks.

“Thank you.”

“Why would you thank me, Sister?”

The boy spoke lightly, but at an angle she couldn’t see, his tongue darted across the corner of his lips.

Just as he’d imagined.

She tastes so sweet.

Wei Quan’s home was a sprawling, luxurious villa.

Normally, servants were present, but today he had dismissed them all.

He didn’t want anyone intruding on the world he had carved out for just the two of them.

Ruan Tang used the new textbooks he had bought, giving him two full hours of lessons.

“Are you tired, Sister? Want to have some dessert and afternoon tea, take a little break?”

At the mention of sweets, Ruan Tang’s peach-blossom eyes lit up instantly.

“Yes, yes!”

Wei Quan carried out an exquisitely prepared cream cake and black tea.

Ruan Tang’s eyes curved in satisfaction, like a contented kitten.

“This is delicious! Which bakery sells this cake? I really love it!”

Wei Quan gazed at her with quiet indulgence.

“I made it myself. I’m glad it suits your taste.”

Ruan Tang blinked, surprised, her peach-blossom eyes widening.

“You can make desserts? That’s amazing!”

Being looked at by those bright, sparkling eyes made Wei Quan’s heart soar.

“It’s just a little hobby.”

“Can you teach me? I want to learn too!”

“Of course.”

Ruan Tang clenched her small fists in determination.

“I’ve never tried before, but I feel like I must have talent for it! After all, I love sweets so much!”

Twenty minutes later.

Ruan Tang had already broken her third plate. Her little face was dusted with flour and cream, transformed into the face of a messy little kitten.

Lowering her head in defeat, she pouted pitifully.

“Looks like I don’t have any talent after all…”

Wei Quan couldn’t suppress the fond smile tugging at his lips.

Even clumsy, Sister was unbearably adorable.

And this clumsy, endearing side of her—he was the only one who got to see it.

All those sleepless nights practicing dessert-making hadn’t been wasted!

When Ruan Tang bent to pick up the shards, Wei Quan, still smiling, moved first.

“I’ll clean this up. Careful with your hands, Sister.”

Ruan Tang fidgeted with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault… I’ll pay for the dishes.”

“How could it be your fault? It’s clearly the plates’ fault—for shattering at the slightest drop.”

Crouching on the floor to gather the fragments, Wei Quan still looked up at her, voice warm and coaxing, soft enough to soothe her guilt.

But Ruan Tang remained downcast.

“But…”

Wei Quan stood, brushing away the little dollop of cream that clung to the tip of her nose with his fingertip. Smiling, he murmured:

“Don’t be afraid, Sister. It’s simple. I’ll teach you step by step.”

He really did take her hand in his, guiding her carefully.

The boy’s long, graceful fingers overlapped her small, soft ones, leading her movements.

Gradually, Ruan Tang picked up the rhythm, her results looking more and more proper.

“I think I’ve got it! Let me try by myself this time!”

Her enthusiasm bubbled over.

Wei Quan watched her with squinting eyes and a smile, letting her take over.

At first, she managed smoothly. But when she lifted the hand mixer to whip the cream, she forgot to switch off the power.

Cream splattered everywhere.

“!!”

Startled, Ruan Tang squeezed her eyes shut.

Her fair, delicate face was suddenly smeared with soft, pale cream.

Some streaked across her rosy lips, dripping slowly down to her collarbone.

“Ugh…”

The soft, alluring girl furrowed her pretty brows, her peach-blossom eyes opening with effort.

Even her long lashes carried droplets of cream, trembling as if they might fall at any moment.

A picture far too tempting.

Shame and frustration welled up inside her, moisture gathering at the corners of her eyes. The sight was devastatingly seductive.

Wei Quan’s throat bobbed hard, his body frozen in place.

His heart pounded wildly.

Her clothes were soaked with cream, so Ruan Tang had to shower.

“Sister, the spare clothes are all brand new. You can wear them without worry.”

From the moment he’d first laid eyes on her, he had considered the possibility that one day she might come here…

So he hadn’t been able to stop himself from filling a closet just for her. Outerwear, underwear, everything.

And today, that impulse paid off.

Ruan Tang’s fingertips brushed the lace fabric. Her face flushed crimson. Without daring to ask further, she thanked him softly, grabbed the clothes, and darted into the bathroom.

Wei Quan’s gaze clung to the closed bathroom door.

Through the frosted glass, her graceful silhouette was faintly visible, making his breath grow heavy.

The memory of what had just happened still reverberated in his chest.

His voice was hoarse.

“I’ll take a shower too. If you need anything, just call for me.”

From within came her soft, gentle voice, accompanied by the patter of water.

“Okay.”

The boy stayed in the shower a long time.

When he emerged, droplets clung to his hair, his eyes faintly red at the corners, lending him a strangely decadent, sensual air.

Ruan Tang had finished as well, sitting by the mirror blow-drying her hair.

As Wei Quan passed the table, her phone rang.

His steps slowed. He glanced down.

Several missed calls and unread messages.

Two names appeared most often.

【Yan】 and 【Gu Leng】.

He recognized Gu Leng—that cold-faced man who was always stuck to Ruan Tang during that arranged marriage meeting.

But Yan? Who was that?

Just how many “good brothers” does Sister have?

Jealousy bubbled up inside him, one after another. His puppy eyes lowered, brimming with grievance.

The call was from that Yan.

Driven by jealousy and malice, Wei Quan picked up.

A deep, magnetic voice came immediately through the receiver, refined yet taut with unhidden urgency—like the resonance of a cello.

“Tangtang, are you busy right now?”

At the intimate nickname, Wei Quan’s eyes darkened.

But his voice carried lazy satisfaction and a smiling drawl.

“Sister’s in the shower. And who are you? What do you need? I’m her boyfriend—if there’s anything, I can pass along the message.”

Silence filled the line.

Then—

The call cut off abruptly.

Wei Quan’s lips curved into a wicked smile.

With a flick of his thumb, he deleted the call record, leaving no trace.

Hmph. No one’s stealing Sister from me.