Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 193

Ruan Tang’s body went soft from the kiss, but she suddenly sensed scorching gazes boring into her from behind.

She knew immediately who it was.

She tried to push Yan Ri away, but his arms clamped her so tightly she couldn’t move an inch.

Ugh, if she’d known he would hold her and gnaw like this without letting go, she never should’ve kissed him just now!

“S-stop… stop already…”

The words she tried to say were broken apart by his kiss, scattered into fragments—yet that only made her sound all the more seductive.

Yan Ri nearly forgot where they were. All he knew was how sweet and irresistible her lips were, happiness swallowing him whole.

Then—he was yanked away by a heavy hand.

“Damn it, which bastard—”

He spun around, only to meet a pair of phoenix eyes drowned in jealousy and fury.

It was his nemesis—Gu Leng.

Freed from Yan Ri’s arms, Ruan Tang swayed lightly, but Wen Yan’s hand was there in an instant, steadying her waist with gentle care.

“Tangtang, careful.”

His voice and posture remained as warm as ever, but the hand resting at her waist trembled almost imperceptibly.

And within those refined, gentle eyes, emotions too heavy to name swirled in silence.

He held her tightly, as though terrified someone might take her away.

Wei Quan, who had arrived just a step too late, scowled fiercely.

His eyes burned red as he strode forward, face cold, and tried to drag Ruan Tang into his own arms.

“Let go! You’re not allowed to touch my sister!!”

Wen Yan shot him a chilling glare.

“Don’t make a scene here.”

Already, too many people had noticed the commotion.

The four men—all tall, striking, and impossibly handsome—surrounded one beautiful girl. The scene was eye-catching enough to stir an uproar.

And whispers began to spread through the crowd.

“What’s going on? Did the player finally crash her car?”
(t/n: “player crashes their car” [海王翻车] is internet slang for when someone juggling multiple lovers is finally exposed.)

“She’s got four guys at once? Respect, sis!!”

“Honestly though, with that face… damn, I wouldn’t mind being one of her fish either. Is she still accepting new recruits for her pond?”
(t/n: “fish pond” [鱼塘] is slang for keeping multiple lovers dangling, like raising fish to feed later.)

“Holy crap, four gorgeous guys at once? That’s pure luxury! I’m calling it—queen status!”

But not everyone was supportive.

“Tch. Pretty or not, what good does it do? Just another vixen bringing ruin—faithless and shameless—”

The words came from a middle-aged uncle, but the flower-selling girl who had appeared earlier rolled her eyes at him.

“Men can have three wives and four concubines and they’re called ‘romantics.’ But when a woman has options, suddenly she’s a homewrecker or a demoness? Please. The Qing dynasty’s long gone—enough with your talk about ‘virtue.’”

“You—!” Unable to win the argument, the man stormed off, red-faced.

The flower-selling girl waved from a distance, calling out cheerfully:

“Pretty sister! I support you!! Only kids make choices—adults take it all!!!”

Ruan Tang couldn’t help but laugh.

But as she laughed, she realized the four men were all staring at her.

Their eyes brimmed with bitterness, jealousy, and reproach.

She gave a guilty cough. “Why don’t we… talk somewhere else?”

So they found a nearby upscale restaurant, booked a private room, and sat down to talk.

Yan Ri was the most clueless of the group.

Honestly, he still hadn’t quite caught on. His brain wasn’t the sharpest.

But he immediately claimed the seat beside Ruan Tang, slinging an arm boldly around her shoulders.

His eyes swept warily over the others, as though declaring his territory.

“I get you’re pissed after being dumped, but that doesn’t mean you can come ruin someone else’s date!”

Gu Leng slammed away the hand on Ruan Tang’s shoulder, eyes burning with killing intent.

“Who was dumped? And you dare talk about dumping when you’re just the mistress wrecking someone else’s relationship?”

Wei Quan gave a cool, mocking laugh.

“The marriage hasn’t even been arranged yet, and you’re already acting like the rightful husband?”

He stepped closer, took Ruan Tang’s hand, and spoke in a voice dripping with passion—yet shocking in content.

“Tangtang, I know all of this with them is just a game to you. When you’re tired, come to me—let’s have an affair. I don’t care about titles. I only want your body, your heart.”

Ruan Tang: “…”

System: 【…What the hell, classmate? Did you walk into the wrong genre? You’re supposed to be in a melodramatic family-ethics drama, not here!】

Wen Yan was probably the only relatively sane one present.

He rubbed his brow, voice low and stern.

“Enough. Can’t you see how troubled Tangtang is?”

At his words, the three reluctantly settled down and took their seats.

Ruan Tang looked at the surreal scene before her and wondered if her eyes were deceiving her.

【System, didn’t you say the real punishment only starts after my car crashes?】

The system sounded uncertain too.

【In theory, yes…】

In the original worldline, after the heroine’s fish pond crashed, these four men joined forces to take revenge.

Her reputation destroyed, she died in misery.

Though the system had thought maybe these men wouldn’t bear to hurt her… still, were they really going to let it slide like this?

Ruan Tang started second-guessing herself.

Maybe her crash hadn’t been obvious enough yet? Maybe they still didn’t grasp how serious the problem was?

So she cleared her throat softly, raised her little hand, and weakly admitted:

“Um… maybe you don’t know yet, but… actually, I’m the player here.”

Gu Leng’s face went pale, but his voice still strained to stay calm.

“I noticed.”

Wei Quan’s red eyes locked on her, his smile deceptively sweet.

“I noticed too.”

Wen Yan’s gaze lowered bitterly, lips curving in self-mockery.

“I guessed… I just didn’t want to face it.”

Yan Ri: “…!!! What?! You’re the player?!! You lied to me!!”

Ruan Tang’s eyes instantly lit up. She grabbed Yan Ri’s hands, tears sparkling as though she’d finally found salvation.

“Wuwu, thank goodness for you. Without you, I’d feel like such a failure…”

System: 【…Pfft.】

Oh, stupid host!!

Yan Ri’s handsome face twisted in heartbreak. His usual arrogant, intimidating aura melted into the sheer misery of a wounded child.

And he blurted the one question none of the others had dared ask:

“Why?”

Ruan Tang’s DNA stirred.

Finally! She could use that classic scumbag line she’d practiced!

She gazed at him tenderly, voice soft and sincere:

“I’m not a bad girl… I just wanted to give each of you a home.”

Inside, she screamed at herself: God, I’m awful! What a scumbag line! Okay, fine, start yelling at me now!!

But after waiting a while… not a single curse came.

The room fell silent.

Gu Leng lowered his eyes, fists clenched so tight his nails dug into his palms, yet he uttered not a word.

Wei Quan still wore that sweet smile, but it never reached his eyes—he looked like a fragile porcelain doll, ready to shatter with the slightest touch.

Wen Yan’s face was lined with pain, yet he couldn’t help stealing glances at her, unable to hide his longing.

Yan Ri abruptly turned his head away, unwilling to let the girl he adored see his reddened eyes.

Looking at their wounded expressions, guilt welled in Ruan Tang’s chest.

Yet at the same time, she felt a strange sense of finality.

At last—it was over.

Now she could finally relax, wait for them to dump her, humiliate her, destroy her… and the punishment world would end. Then she could move on to the next one.

To speed things up, she even cued the process herself.

“Um… don’t you hate me? Isn’t this where you start taking revenge?”

The soft girl counted on her fingers, prompting them along according to the “script.”

“Like… you should dump me brutally, expose me as a scumbag, let my reputation crumble and everyone condemn me…”

System: 【…This is the first time I’ve seen a host so eager to be punished. Truly, Tangtang is unique! Never one to follow the usual script!】

(t/n: The phrase “I just wanted to give each of you a home” is a stock excuse associated with “渣女” [scumbag girls] in internet jokes, much like “it’s not what it looks like” memes. It’s intentionally melodramatic and ironic here.)