Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 195

The room was spotless and pure, a large, soft bed placed squarely in the center.

A girl as delicate as a pink rose lay nestled in the middle of the bed, her tender cheeks flushed with the blush of deep sleep.

But she was quickly awakened.

Still groggy, she blinked toward the window.

“Huh… why is it morning again…?”

Before falling asleep, it had clearly still been night.

And before that, the sun had risen and set, risen and set again. She’d lost all sense of how long it had been.

All she knew was that every time she opened her eyes, Wei Quan was there beside her.

Those brilliant golden eyes were at once dazzling and ominous, their slightly upturned corners tinged red with emotion—like a fox who had tasted blood and wanted more.

“Tired? I’m sorry, big sister. That bastard Lord God is still around. I don’t know when he’ll come looking—”

Fingers entwined with hers, Wei Quan kissed her lips for what felt like the thousandth time, channeling his spiritual energy into her body to ease every discomfort.

Fatigue, hunger, even the soreness… all vanished.

“I just want to stay with you a little longer. You won’t blame me, will you?”

Ruan Tang thought this must be the punishment of this world.

Although… wasn’t this kind of punishment a little strange? And also a little…

Ahem. Kind of comfortable, actually.

So she shook her head gently, smiling sweetly up at him.

“Don’t be silly. This is what I should be doing!”

Wei Quan froze, then laughed, collapsing onto her. The clear lilt at the end of his laugh was dangerously intoxicating.

“Big sister, you’re so cute it’s against the rules. I’ll have to punish you!”

At the word punish, Ruan Tang’s eyes lit up.

“Punishment” meant “mission over” and “off work early.”

She’d had enough of this world—she just wanted to clock out!

So she wrapped her slender arms around his neck of her own accord.

“Alright then, A-Quan, punish me.”

At a time like this, hearing her soft, sweet voice call his name so intimately was utterly unfair.

His Adam’s apple bobbed hard, and his voice grew hoarse.

“…Okay.”

…

Once again, Ruan Tang accidentally drifted off.

The next time she opened her eyes, she found herself back in the familiar quick-transmigration space.

At her bedside sat the Lord God—

Still wearing that cold, aristocratic face that screamed the world owes me billions.

Only this time, his expression was even uglier than usual.

“Are you an idiot?!”

He pointed at the ambiguous marks scattered all over her skin, cheeks burning with fury and jealousy.

“Things like that should only be done between lovers! You and him aren’t even in a relationship—”

Ruan Tang blinked, still drowsy, and muttered:

“A-Quan? But isn’t he my boyfriend? I was just following your mission instructions…”

She pouted, a little wronged.

“Why are you yelling at me…”

The Lord God choked.

Right. He’d practically set himself up to trip on his own words.

His intestines twisted with regret.

“…Sorry.”

The master of the quick-transmigration space, the supreme authority of it all—

At this moment, he lowered his noble head before her.

His voice was heavy with bitterness.

“I lost my temper. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m sorry.”

He knew her background well.

This girl had always lacked certain worldly knowledge, especially when it came to love—slow, naive, unguarded.

Like a small, untrained creature, pure as a blank sheet of paper.

It was those four scheming men who wanted to splash their colors onto her.

The fault wasn’t hers.

“Rest well. For the next world, I’ll arrange a lighter mission for you.”

He gave her one last lingering look, then stood and left.

The moment he was gone, the system crawled out from under the bed again, dusting himself off.

“Phew, finally left.”

Since this was already the Nth time she’d seen him make such an entrance, Ruan Tang wasn’t even startled anymore.

“System! What happened to the ending of the last world?!”

She’d left so abruptly, she had no idea what became of the four men.

The system thought back to the carnage of that world, paling slightly with lingering fear.

“Good thing you didn’t see, Tangtang. Tsk tsk… it was absolutely brutal.”

Ruan Tang shivered.

“What happened? Was it really bloody?”

“Bloody doesn’t even begin to cover it!” The system clutched his chest.

By the time the Lord God retrieved Ruan Tang, three full days had passed.

He and Wei Quan had fought fiercely, and the other three male leads awakened their powers in the chaos, joining the fray.

It was absolute mayhem—curses flying, lights clashing.

That little world couldn’t withstand such turmoil. It collapsed on the spot.

The system shook his head, sighing.

“The Lord God had to bring in an entire team of technicians just to repair the damage. Never seen a world shattered that badly. Too bloody. Way too bloody.”

Luckily, the Lord God had spared him—probably for Ruan Tang’s sake—and hadn’t dragged him into overtime.

That was the only reason he could be here now, bragging happily with her.

He’d escaped with his life.

Ruan Tang lowered her head sheepishly.

“I guess every world I enter ends up collapsing… Am I cursed or something?”

The system snorted.

Then, suppressing his laughter, he rubbed her hair.

“Don’t worry. Old worlds have to crumble for new ones to come. It’s their fault for being so flimsy—one touch and they shatter. How could that be your fault?”

Looking like a delicate young man but speaking with the tone of a little old sage, he comforted her.

“Be good. Stop overthinking. Just rest. The Lord God already promised—the next world will be an easy one. Think of it like a vacation!”

Although… those four men would definitely follow again.

No matter how relaxing the world was, it would still become a battlefield drenched in obsession.

But of course, the system didn’t dare say that part out loud. Best to let her hold onto some hope.

Ruan Tang’s eyes shone expectantly.

“A vacation? That sounds wonderful! I can’t wait—what kind of world will it be?”

(t/n: “全世界欠了我幾個億” / “the whole world owes me billions” is a Chinese internet phrase describing someone with an aloof, perpetually gloomy or superior expression, as if weighed down by an invisible debt. It’s often used to describe cold, untouchable characters.)