Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 181

Watching Ruan Tang’s light, shallow breaths, Wei Quan’s body tightened, his Adam’s apple bobbing hard.

At the same time, a sharp glare shot from the back seat, followed by a furious growl.

“Wei. Xiao. Quan?”

Ruan Tong dropped his fawning act and lunged forward, grabbing the back of Wei Quan’s collar.

“Where the hell were your eyes just now?! You think I’m dead?! Daring to sneak looks at my sister!”

Wei Quan did look guilty. A faint, unbidden flush spread across his handsome features.

He turned away with a slight cough.

“Don’t make a fuss. The light’s about to turn green.”

“Believe it or not, I’ll rearrange your pretty face into a traffic light!”

“Tongtong! What are you doing? Let go already…”

And so the entire ride went in noisy chaos until they finally arrived at their destination.

Wei Quan kept his word, leading them through a private entrance into the guest lounge.

“Yanri’s inside. Just knock and go in—I’ve already cleared it. I’ve got something else to do, so I won’t go in.”

“Oh…” Ruan Tong looked nervous for once.

Wei Quan finished giving instructions with businesslike efficiency.

But when he turned to Ruan Tang, both his tone and expression instantly softened into indulgent warmth.

“Sister, I’ll be competing later too. You have to cheer me on, okay?”

Ruan Tang gave him a sweet smile. “Of course!”

While Ruan Tong was still frozen, Wei Quan took the chance to reach out and gently ruffle her hair.

“Good girl. I’ll head in first.”

Ruan Tang obediently waved after him. “Bye-bye, A-Quan!”

After Wei Quan left, Ruan Tang also tried to slip away.

After all, the last thing she wanted was to run into certain acquaintances…

“Tongtong, I’ll wait for you over there. Come find me once you’re done.”

But just as she turned, her hand was caught tightly.

“Sis! Come in with me!”

Ruan Tang blinked. “Huh? Why?”

Ruan Tong actually looked embarrassed, a rare blush creeping onto his face.

“I—I’m nervous!!!”

He really idolized Yanri—not just for his skill, but for his personality.

Yanri was brash and arrogant, looking down on the world, yet at the same time fiercely righteous.

Back in high school, Ruan Tong had been bullied by classmates and grew insecure.

During his senior year, when Battlefront first launched, he threw himself into the game to escape reality.

In one ranked match, he happened to queue with Yanri—before Yanri ever went pro.

Ruan Tong had been terrible then. His mentality was fragile, and after several mistakes, his teammates cursed him viciously in voice chat. His hands trembled; he couldn’t say a word back.

That’s when Yanri cut in coldly.

“He’s just inexperienced, not trolling. Do you really need to resort to personal attacks? Who hasn’t made mistakes? Who wasn’t a rookie once? The game just launched—you expect every teammate to be a carry dragging you to victory?”

In the end, Yanri single-handedly carried the match.

Ruan Tong’s mid-lane went 0/13/0, while Yanri’s ADC went 19/0/1.

Before the game ended, Yanri had even given him a quiet word of encouragement:

“If you don’t want others to look down on you, you have to respect yourself first.”

That line pulled him out of the psychological shadow of being bullied.

Now, knowing the very person who had once encouraged him was just behind this door, his small face had gone pale with nerves.

“Sis, please come in with me…”

It was rare for him to act so soft, and Ruan Tang couldn’t bring herself to refuse. She nodded.

“Fine.”

Anyway, she was wrapped up tight, and Yanri had never seen her true face.

There shouldn’t be a problem.

So Ruan Tong knocked lightly.

A faintly irritable voice came from inside.

“Come in.”

Ruan Tong drew a deep breath and pushed the door open.

The lounge was decorated in low-key luxury. The first thing they saw was a fine leather sofa.

A young man sat sprawled there in a black hoodie, a single Bluetooth earpiece in his ear. Long legs were propped arrogantly on the coffee table, posture loose and careless.

But in sharp contrast, a lollipop hung from his lips as he scrolled through his phone absentmindedly.

His handsome, unruly features were shadowed, unreadable. The tight line of his lips betrayed his foul mood.

Ever since adding Ruan Tang on WeChat, he had sent her many messages.

But she rarely replied, always seeming “too busy.”

Yanri opened and closed their chat window repeatedly, staring at the long list of messages from him without response.

His brows drew together.

That little heartless thing—where was she running off to now?

She hadn’t even replied to his message this morning.

Just as his irritation peaked, he heard footsteps.

“Brother Yan! I—I’m Ruan Tong, your fan!”

Ruan Tong stood stiff as a board like a nervous schoolboy reporting to a principal.

Yanri lifted his eyes lazily, giving him a glance.

But then his gaze was irresistibly drawn to the girl beside him.

Even with a mask, sunglasses, and a cap covering her face almost completely—

She stood out.

Like someone born to shine, whose light couldn’t be hidden no matter how it was covered.

The fitted black dress hugged her figure, her exposed skin white as fresh snow. Long, slender legs stretched from beneath the hem.

When his eyes lingered, the girl seemed nervous, clutching the lace of her skirt until it wrinkled.

Her hands were delicate too, fingers clean and jade-like.

But none of that mattered. What mattered was—her silhouette was achingly familiar.

His heart began to race uncontrollably.

With a jolt, Yanri tossed his phone aside and shot to his feet, voice hoarse.

“Ruan Tang?”

Ruan Tang froze.

He could recognize her like this? She hadn’t even spoken! Did he have x-ray vision?!

Ruan Tong blinked in surprise.

“Huh? How do you know my sis is—”

Before he could finish, Ruan Tang pinched his waist hard.

He grimaced, instantly silenced.

Seizing the moment, Ruan Tang deliberately lowered her voice, speaking in a muffled growl:

“You’ve got the wrong person. No soft candy, hard candy, or fruit candy here. I’ve got things to do, so I’ll head out first. You guys chat, you guys chat…”

She turned to bolt.

The sight of that graceful back made Yanri’s eyes flare instantly.

It was her. No mistake.

That back—he had clipped it from her stream replays, watched it over and over until it was etched into his mind. There was no way he’d mistake it.

“Tangtang! Wait!!”