Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 185

The moment Yanri remembered what Wei Quan had done on stream, his jaw tightened in fury.

“You and Tangtang—what exactly is your relationship? Why were you two… why were you two…”

He couldn’t even say the word intimate. His chest ached, as though every organ was being wrung out with sour jealousy.

Wei Quan’s thin lips curved, his expression cool and mocking.

“My relationship with my sister is something outsiders like you could never compare to. You’re just a passerby.”

Yanri had only met Ruan Tang for the first time today. Compared to Wei Quan, didn’t that make him nothing more than a stranger?

Realizing this made Yanri’s fury spike to its peak.

He lunged, ready to grab Wei Quan’s collar, but someone yanked hard on the back of his own.

“If you want to lose your mind, pick a better place. Don’t drag Tangtang into your mess.”

Gu Leng released him with disgust, but when he turned his gaze toward Ruan Tang, it softened instantly, tender and protective.

He wanted to pull her into his arms, but right now, the spotlight was on him.

All eyes in the audience were waiting for him and Yanri to step onto the stage.

He knew Ruan Tang hated attention, so he didn’t dare act too close. Instead, he only gave her a small, gentle smile.

Then his dark gaze sharpened again, filled with murderous warning, as he turned it on Wei Quan.

The audience couldn’t hear his words.

He pitched his voice low, just enough for Wei Quan.

“Weren’t you just asking who made her lips swell?”

Wei Quan’s smile vanished in an instant. He looked back coldly, silent.

Gu Leng’s lips curved.

“It was me. I kissed her until they were swollen. Got a problem with that?”

Silence.

The malice in Wei Quan’s eyes nearly burst free.

Yanri froze as well, then a vein bulged on his temple.

“Damn it! So it was you, you bastard! I even went after the wrong guy earlier? You—”

The host on stage, voice strained with embarrassment, hurriedly tried to save the situation.

“Ah, it must be that our applause wasn’t enthusiastic enough! Come on, let’s give our two war gods a warm round of applause!”

The audience erupted in cheers, but their eyes were glued to the entrance.

Three tall, magnetic men stood locked in a silent standoff—while beside them was a girl with a slender figure, head lowered ever so slightly.

The atmosphere was suffocating.

Was this… the legendary Asura Field? (t/n: 修罗场 “asura field” is a slang term used online to describe messy love triangles or chaotic romantic rivalries, often violent or bitter.)

Ruan Tang wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and bury herself in it.

Why does it always end up like this?

She forced herself to help the host.

“Yanri, Gu Leng—you should hurry on stage…”

Yanri gave a displeased snort, his eyes lingering on her.

“Don’t leave after the event. I have something to say to you!”

He stomped off, sulking like a wronged husband.

Gu Leng’s tone softened as he spoke to her.

“Don’t pay attention to Yanri. After the event, wait for me—I’ll take you home.”

Wei Quan stepped forward, blocking Ruan Tang from his sight, his sharp brows lifting in challenge.

“No need. I’m the one who brought Tangtang, so naturally I’ll be the one to send her back. Besides, you’ve got a whole swarm of fangirls. Once this event ends, you’ll probably be mobbed. Won’t be easy to get away, right? If you sneak off early, won’t that break your fans’ hearts?”

Gu Leng replied coolly, eyes never leaving her.

“I’m not a celebrity. I don’t need fans. Tangtang, wait for me.”

And with that, he finally moved toward the stage under the host’s desperate, tearful gaze.

Wei Quan clicked his tongue irritably, then turned and grabbed Ruan Tang’s hand.

“Sister, ignore those two idiots. I’ll take you home after.”

Ruan Tang had a sinking feeling that once this event ended, her life might as well be over.

She wanted to cry. It felt like everything was about to crash and burn.

The best plan now? Run away.

But before she could, a hand squeezed her cheek.

“Sis! Where did you go? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!!!”

Ruan Tong pinched her face, then crossed his arms and scolded furiously.

“You care more about men than your own brother! Falling head over heels and forgetting all about me! Hmph!”

Ruan Tang rubbed her sore cheek, softly denying.

“I didn’t…”

But Ruan Tong’s sharp gaze landed on Wei Quan still holding her hand. His brows furrowed.

Without a word, he pulled his sister to his side, cutting off Wei Quan’s touch.

Then he leaned down, nagging seriously.

“I’ve got a match later. You better cheer for me! You hear me? Otherwise, I won’t forgive your terrible crime of abandoning your brother for some guy!”

Ruan Tang: But I didn’t! It’s those wolves and tigers who keep clinging to me!

…

In the end, she still didn’t get the chance to run.

Once the opening programs wrapped up, the main highlight—the exhibition match—was about to begin.

Each match paired one professional player with four ordinary players.

Ruan Tong was on stage now, his face stormy as he stared across at Gu Leng.

Only today did he realize that Gu Leng was none other than FREEZE, the famous team captain of FEZ.

And since Ruan Tong was Yanri’s diehard fan, it meant he’d always disliked FREEZE, Yanri’s rival.

Now that he knew who he really was, he hated him even more.

There’s no way I’ll ever hand my sister over to him! Hmph!

“Well, well, isn’t this Ruan Tong? Long time no see.”

A grating, mocking voice rang out.

Ruan Tong stiffened.

He turned and saw the pro player leading his team for this match—someone he knew all too well.

Chen Hu, the one who had led the bullying against him back in high school.

The memories he hated most came flooding back, dragging his mood down in an instant.

“Huh? What’s wrong, Tongtong? Your face looks terrible…”

From the audience, Ruan Tang frowned in worry. Wei Quan and Yanri sat on either side of her, waiting for their match.

Wei Quan glanced up.

“Nah, looks the same as always. Dumb as ever.”

Yanri muttered absently, “Probably just nervous.”

“Is that so…” Ruan Tang still wasn’t reassured.

On stage.

Ruan Tong ignored Chen Hu completely, which earned him an annoyed click of the tongue.

But with others around, Chen Hu held back.

The game began.

Ruan Tong was already a weak player, but seeing the very person who once tormented him destroyed what little focus he had.

He died several times.

With Gu Leng on the opposing team, Chen Hu stood no chance of carrying.

The game was a one-sided slaughter.

Chen Hu grew frustrated and lashed out.

“The hell’s wrong with you? If you can’t play, don’t embarrass yourself here! You’re dragging everyone down! Can’t you just die somewhere else? Worthless trash—nobody can carry dead weight like you!”

The audience only heard the commentators, not the players’ team chat.

So Chen Hu spewed venom freely, without fear of consequences.

The other three casual players on Ruan Tong’s side didn’t dare speak up.

Ruan Tong’s face went pale, his lips pressed tight. The veins on his hand bulged as he clenched his phone.

He had thought he’d moved past it all.

But the moment he saw his tormentor, the shadows of high school crashed back over him like a nightmare.

His body trembled, drenched in cold sweat. His vision blurred and darkened, threatening to collapse.

And just then, the crowd stirred in sudden uproar—snapping him back to reality.

(t/n: This chapter brings back Ruan Tong’s trauma from high school bullying, highlighting the lasting scars that can resurface years later. Chen Hu’s appearance ties personal history to the present in a very “asura field” escalation, layering both romantic chaos and old wounds.)