Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 175

Yan Ri stared at the graceful figure of the girl on his screen, his breath catching in his throat.

In the past, he had imagined countless times what Ruan Tang might look like.

But when her silhouette appeared vividly before him, the impact was overwhelming.

For the first time, he realized with absolute clarity—she wasn’t virtual, not some untouchable presence on the internet.

She was real, flesh and blood, right there… a girl he could reach out and touch if he only stretched out his hand, feel the snow-pale softness of her skin.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as his gaze lingered on her enticing form wrapped in the flimsy nightdress, his breathing growing hot and ragged.

Ruan Tang, oblivious to the chaos exploding in the live chat, stood with her back to the desk, lowering her head guiltily.

She prayed Wei Quan hadn’t noticed the streaming window on her screen.

“Sister, what happened? Did you get hurt?”

Wei Quan stepped forward nervously. But Ruan Tang, terrified he’d see her streaming setup on the desk, tried desperately to use her slender frame to block it.

Her gaze darted nervously, her little face flushed red.

“N-no, nothing happened… I just… the knock startled me, and I dropped my ice cream cone on the desk…”

Wei Quan froze for a moment, then couldn’t help but laugh softly. Raising a hand to cover his lips, he spoke with helpless indulgence.

“It’s fine, I’ll grab another one for you.”

Ruan Tang waved her hands quickly. “No need, I’m full already…”

“Then I’ll help clean up the desk for you.”

Her panic deepened, cheeks blazing, lashes trembling. “N-no, I’ll do it myself—”

But Wei Quan was already moving toward her.

“I’ll do it, Sister. Don’t dirty your hands.”

Seeing him draw closer, Ruan Tang’s mind spun desperately for an excuse to keep him away.

Finally, in a flash of inspiration, she blurted, face crimson:

“I—I’m not wearing… that!”

Her hands clutched protectively at her chest, her shame so intense even her delicate earlobes turned scarlet.

“Could you… not come any closer?”

Wei Quan froze on the spot.

His gaze flicked instinctively toward the area she was shielding, his own ears instantly flushing pink.

The young man hurriedly turned away, hand raised to his lips as he gave a stiff cough.

“Sorry, that was presumptuous of me. I only came because I made some juice, and wanted to ask if you’d like to try it…”

Ruan Tang muttered softly, “I’m full from the ice cream, so… no, thank you.”

His voice rougher than usual, Wei Quan replied, “Alright… then I won’t disturb you.”

With that, he turned and left.

Ruan Tang finally exhaled in relief, slumping against the desk as her heartbeat thundered on.

Patting her chest, she was about to turn around when Yan Ri’s deep, magnetic voice suddenly came through her headset, slightly hoarse.

“Tang Tang, don’t turn around yet. Your camera’s tilted. If you turn now, your face will be seen.”

Startled, Ruan Tang reached back, fumbling until she found the crooked camera. Sure enough—it had been knocked out of place.

She carefully adjusted it back to the right angle, covering the lens with her hand before cautiously powering her screen on again.

Meanwhile, Yan Ri’s livestream chat was filled with wails.

【Ughhh Yan-ge why did you stop her! We want to see her face!!!】
【Yan-ge don’t you want to see her too???】

Yan Ri saw the comments, but didn’t respond.

Instead, he typed out one line:

“I’ll respect Tang Tang’s choice. I’ll only look when she’s willing to show me.”

After adjusting the camera and hurriedly cleaning up the dropped ice cream cone, Ruan Tang finally returned to her stream.

“Sorry… I keep this a secret from my family, so I panicked earlier when they almost found out.”

Hearing that, Yan Ri finally let go of the tightness in his chest.

He had been unsettled. Though he hadn’t seen the man’s face, the voice sounded close to Ruan Tang’s age.

And the way he kept calling her “Sister” made Yan Ri uneasy.

Nowadays, wasn’t it popular for younger guys to act like clingy little “wolfdogs” or “puppies”? (t/n: Internet slang in China—refers to types of boyfriends: clingy and dependent like a puppy, or aggressive and possessive like a wolfdog.)

What gave that boy the right to casually walk in and out of Ruan Tang’s room… to talk to her face to face?

He was seething with jealousy.

But hearing her say “family,” his mind eased. That boy must be her younger brother.

Not a threat.

If anything… maybe even a future brother-in-law.

…

After that minor scare, Ruan Tang and Yan Ri finally began their PK match. As expected, Yan Ri lost again.

Instead of sulking, he casually asked with practiced ease:

“Do I need to call you Daddy?”

The chat nearly collapsed from laughter.

【Yan-ge addicted to family roleplay?】
【Can’t be her lover, so he’ll settle for being the child! Respect!】
【LMAO—true love ends in parent-child dynamic??】

The stream was full of joy and banter.

But elsewhere, not everyone was laughing.

That morning, Wen Yan was in an important meeting, which meant he couldn’t openly watch Ruan Tang’s livestream.

Instead, he set his phone to play beside him, listening to her voice through Bluetooth earbuds.

The moment another man’s low, magnetic voice sounded from her stream, Wen Yan’s brows furrowed sharply.

The subordinate reporting to him flinched, terrified he had made a mistake.

After all, President Wen was always refined and courteous, rarely showing displeasure—even toward subordinates.

But now, behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his phoenix-shaped eyes narrowed with an icy edge, his brows knotted tightly in irritation.

It was chilling.

The poor subordinate nearly burst into tears. “P-President Wen…”

Wen Yan snapped back from his distraction, gave him a faint glance, and said coldly:

“Continue.”

Even as he spoke, part of his mind was locked onto the stream.

What damn luck did that Yan Ri have, to actually get matched with Tang Tang?

Still—it was an official platform event. Every time Yan Ri appeared, Ruan Tang’s fans were delighted, the atmosphere lively, and her follower count soared.

So, though Wen Yan was drowning in jealousy, he restrained himself.

And besides, Ruan Tang had indirectly rejected Yan Ri’s confession.

That eased his mind somewhat.

Until—something else happened that tore his composure apart.

The report was nearly finished, and the subordinate was just about to relax—

When Wen Yan suddenly stood, his face clouded with stormy darkness.

The subordinate turned pale. “P-President Wen?”

Because Wen Yan had heard it—

That same youthful male voice.

The one who had once answered her phone at night, and shamelessly claimed, “I’m Ruan Tang’s boyfriend.”

His face turned cold. “That’s enough for today. We’ll resume tomorrow.”

Leaving his subordinates dumbstruck, he strode out of the conference room.

Straight to his office—

Where he saw Ruan Tang’s back displayed on the screen.

His breath caught.

The thought of such a breathtaking image being broadcast to countless viewers made him lose all calm.

And hearing that boy’s syrupy voice, calling her “Sister” again and again, so intimate—

His brows furrowed into a sharp, unyielding line.

Were they… really living together?