Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 184

His voice landed heavy on the words “your Ah Yan”, thick with jealousy.

Ruan Tang’s body softened, her eyes misting over. Whether it was a plea or a spoiled coax, her whimper was as fragile as a kitten’s.

“N-no, Ah Yan isn’t mine…”

But Gu Leng didn’t let her go. His ink-dark eyes stayed locked on the girl in his arms.

“And yet you still call him so intimately.”

Ruan Tang: !!!

Wasn’t it you who called him “Ah Yan” first?!

Gu Leng brushed the calloused pad of his fingertip against her delicate earlobe, his voice hoarse with warning.

“Stay away from him.”

“Stay away from all men with ulterior motives.”

“I’ll get jealous.”

Ruan Tang nearly cried. She would love to stay away—if only they’d stop seeking her out.

His low, heated breaths burned against her ear.

“And don’t let anyone else touch you again.”

“If they do, I’ll be jealous. I’ll go mad.”

“If you don’t want to see me lose control, then behave. Okay?”

After threatening her, Gu Leng’s voice softened, rasping by her neck.

“Think of it as me begging you, Tangtang.”

He never wanted to feel that ripping, suffocating agony in his chest again.

At this moment, Ruan Tang could only regret wearing just a mask.

If she’d known, she would’ve welded it to her face.

Now her lips were swollen, visible to all.

Uuugh…

—

When the event was about to begin, Gu Leng, as an important guest, was called away by staff.

Finally freed, Ruan Tang trudged back gloomily.

Without her mask and hat, she drew stares the entire way.

“God, what a gorgeous girl! Is she a celebrity? I didn’t hear about any celebrity guests today.”

“Maybe she’s a streamer?”

“No way. I checked the list. If there were a streamer this pretty, how could I forget?!”

“She looks like she comes with her own beauty filter! I’m in love.”

“But why does she look so drained? If I looked like that, I’d strut sideways with pride!”

“Sideways strutting is for crabs, just FYI.”

“…”

But Ruan Tang, steeped in her own gloom, noticed none of the commotion.

On the way, she spotted an event staffer and approached him.

“Excuse me, could you tell me where the venue is?”

The young man nearly melted at her soft, sweet voice.

And when he turned to actually see her face—so stunning it was unreal—his whole body stiffened, tongue-tied.

His face turned scarlet as he just stared dumbly.

Ruan Tang tilted her head in confusion, waving her small hand in front of his face.

“Huh? Where’d your soul go?”

Just then, a slender, pale hand caught her wrist.

“Sister, I’ll take you there.”

It was Wei Quan.

After Ruan Tong told him Ruan Tang had gone missing, he dropped everything to come find her. Luckily, he found her quickly.

But seeing her without mask or hat, surrounded by greedy stares, left him deeply displeased.

“Ah Quan!”

The moment Ruan Tang recognized him, her mood brightened, her smile blooming brilliantly—

So dazzling that the onlookers could hardly tear their eyes away.

Click!

The sound of a phone camera—someone had forgotten to mute it while sneaking photos.

Wei Quan’s face darkened instantly.

He stripped off his wide jacket and draped it over Ruan Tang’s head, hiding her dangerously eye-catching beauty.

Then he strode toward the culprit.

“Delete the photos. This event doesn’t allow photography—it’s written clearly in the rules.”

The young man flushed, bowing his head.

“S-sorry, I’ll delete them right now…”

Wei Quan swept a cold gaze around at the others, his voice cutting and sharp.

“Every attendee signed a confidentiality agreement. If anyone is caught sneaking photos, the consequences will be severe.”

After personally confirming the boy deleted every shot, Wei Quan returned to Ruan Tang’s side and gently took her hand.

His voice softened into the opposite of its earlier severity.

“Sister, let’s go.”

Ruan Tang studied him curiously.

Normally, in front of her, he was like a harmless puppy—clingy, sweet, and spoiled.

That authoritative, commanding side of him—this was her first time seeing it.

And honestly, it was… refreshing.

Being stared at so intently made Wei Quan blush. He lowered his lashes, casting her a resentful little glance.

“If Sister looks at me like that, I can’t help but overthink.”

Back to being a puppy again.

Ruan Tang tilted her head. “Overthink?”

Wei Quan leaned down slightly, his eyes locked onto hers, voice low and husky with a dangerous charm.

“For example… if you look at me like that, does it mean you like me?”

Ruan Tang’s cheeks flamed. “I-I don’t…”

His lashes fell in disappointment—until his gaze caught on her lips, swollen and rosy.

His face turned stormy in an instant.

His slender, fair fingers brushed against her mouth, his voice dripping with jealousy.

“Who did this?”

Her lips, recently ravaged, were too sensitive to be touched.

She couldn’t help letting out a soft whimper, her eyes welling with helpless tears.

“Don’t…”

But just then, the venue lights blazed on.

The event was starting.

Ruan Tang and Wei Quan stood right by the entrance.

Onstage, the host announced:

“Now, let’s welcome the top professional players from the teams Decisive Battle—FEZ and YRN! Please give it up for Yan Ri and Freeze!”

Someone crashed into Wei Quan.

He staggered, his shoulder slamming into the wall with a dull thud.

It was Yan Ri. His eyes, filled with jealousy and grievance, shot straight at Ruan Tang.

It was his first time seeing her face.

She was a thousand times more beautiful than he’d ever imagined…

Her long lashes framed glittering peach-blossom eyes, a tear mole at the corner like a fatal mark of seduction, and lips still swollen and flushed—

The kind of look that screamed she’d been thoroughly ravished by some bastard.

Yan Ri’s heart boiled with jealousy and grief.

He hated himself for not hitting harder just now—he should’ve sent that bastard flying for daring to touch his wife!

Wei Quan steadied himself, his gaze turning icy as it fell on Yan Ri.

“The path’s wide enough, but you still had to run into me? Are you blind, or secretly in love with me?”

Of course he knew it was the former. He just wanted to disgust Yan Ri.

And Yan Ri was disgusted, his handsome face twisting.

But then something clicked.

That voice… it sounded familiar.

Not long ago, in Ruan Tang’s livestream—he’d heard it before.

“…Little brother-in-law?”

The words slipped out before he realized the mistake.

No—his little brother-in-law was Ruan Tong, her obsessive fan. He had just met him earlier.

The voice had seemed different back then, so he brushed it off as a microphone distortion.

But now—he was hearing the exact same voice and tone.

Yan Ri’s rage exploded.

“You’re the bastard who keeps ruining my dates?!”