Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 200

At this moment, Ruan Tang’s heart was collapsing.

Yan Qing, wake up, for heaven’s sake!

You’re the male lead! You have your destined CP, your official pairing! How can you suddenly confess to a random background character like me?!

Wuwuwu…

And just her luck—

The male lead’s official CP, the frail little white flower Lin Yao, was standing right there at the classroom door.

He didn’t look like he’d just arrived either.

Judging by his gloomy expression, he must have heard everything.

That look of his was enough to make Ruan Tang’s scalp prickle.

Because in the original comic, Lin Yao was portrayed as naïve and pure, the quintessential little white-flower Cinderella.

Bullied for his weakness, he endured everything silently, returning evil with kindness, never stepping out of line.

But now—standing in the doorway, that frail young man with his inky, narrow fox-like eyes was radiating emotions Ruan Tang couldn’t even begin to read.

The shadows of his messy black hair fell across his face, and his expression was impossible to decipher.

What had always been a clean, delicate beauty was suddenly tinted with a dangerous edge, that pure face now carrying a faintly seductive darkness.

Ruan Tang: “…”

【System, save me—did I just turn into the third wheel? The little white flower is going to blacken!!!】

System: He’s definitely going dark, but not because of Yan Qing. They haven’t even officially met yet!!!

Well done, storyline. Nothing left but ashes.

Perfect collapse.

As expected of my Tang Tang!

The system even felt a little proud.

Maybe it was Ruan Tang’s faint fear that snapped Lin Yao out of it.

He quickly shed the shadows in his expression, reverting back into that gentle, kind, fragile beauty.

He handed her a paper bag.

“Tang Tang, thank you for lending me your jacket.”

The jacket had her nametag on it—that was how he learned her name.

His pale face showed nervous restraint, his teeth biting lightly at his lower lip as he said softly:

“I—I washed it clean.”

Of course, he would never tell her what he had done with that jacket.

He hadn’t meant to dirty it, really. Just… a little spill, just a tiny bit!!

…He had washed it over and over again.

But still—just thinking about her one day wearing it again, her delicate skin pressing against the fabric he had touched—his breath quickened uncontrollably.

So she wouldn’t notice anything, he turned his head slightly away.

His faintly flushed ears only made him look shy and bashful.

Ruan Tang blinked at him, starting to doubt her own eyes.

Maybe she had been mistaken just now.

Wasn’t this still the pure little white flower?

Scared her half to death. She thought he was about to blacken.

Relieved, she blinked her misty peach-blossom eyes and asked:

“How did you know I was here?”

After all, her nametag only had her name—no major, no department.

How did he find her?

Lin Yao lowered his head, embarrassed.

“I went through the classrooms one by one…”

“I was lucky. Only had to check two buildings before I found you.”

Ruan Tang froze.

Two buildings?! How many classrooms, how many flights of stairs was that?!

His body was already so weak—how could he endure that?!

Behind her, Yan Qing’s voice rang out.

“So your sudden change in attitude toward me… is because of him?”

His deep, cool voice was magnetic as always, but unlike his usual detached tone, this time it carried a trace of jealousy, a faint anger.

Yan Qing strode forward, his sharp gaze sweeping over Lin Yao with visible displeasure.

“A face marked by misfortune.”

Lin Yao narrowed his fox-like eyes dangerously.

“Judging people by appearance? And you call yourself a law student. How shallow.”

Their gazes clashed like blades, sparks practically flying.

Crackling tension.

Ruan Tang’s eyes lit up, a thrill sparking in her chest.

【System, system! Are they locking eyes right now? Is this the legendary enemies-to-lovers spark?! Their gazes are practically dueling! This is so spicy!!】

System: …Pfft. If you say so.

The truth was too cruel—better to let Tang Tang keep her fantasy.

…

Not wanting to intrude on their “two-person world,” Ruan Tang activated her low-presence cheat and slipped quietly away.

Sure, skipping class made her sad, but the male leads had now officially met thanks to her meddling—and there was even a hint of sparks flying between them!

She felt accomplished again!

She wasn’t always a plot-wrecking disaster. Sometimes she delivered!

A living bridge of fate! A reincarnated matchmaker! Better than Cupid himself! Hehe!

Her steps grew lighter.

But just as she passed a certain spot, something suddenly tripped her, sending her body pitching forward.

She was about to kiss the ground when—

A strong arm yanked her into a broad chest.

A faint cedar scent surrounded her. Clean and masculine.

But his chest muscles were so firm that her little nose throbbed from the impact.

She wanted to see who had caught her, but his arms held her tight—so tight she couldn’t break free.

“Don’t go… don’t leave me…”

The man’s deep, husky voice was magnetic, yet filled with pain.

“You promised me… don’t abandon me…”

Ruan Tang struggled as best she could but couldn’t escape. All she could do was weakly thump his wide back, her soft voice protesting:

“You must have the wrong person… please let me go…”

The man stiffened.

He slowly loosened his hold.

Finally, Ruan Tang could see him.

His black hair was a little too long, clearly uncut for some time, his bangs covering his eyes, making him look gloomy and lifeless. But from the nose down, his features were striking.

A high nose bridge. Perfectly shaped thin lips. A sharp, clean jawline. The curve of his throat, his Adam’s apple—dangerously alluring.

His skin was darker, his black T-shirt revealing hints of sculpted muscle beneath—clearly someone who trained often.

A nametag hung on his chest, bearing the name—Chi Han.

There were two leaves stuck to his shoulder. Clearly, he’d just been napping under a tree.

In fact, she’d tripped over his long legs.

That earlier “don’t go” must have been a line from his dream.

Ruan Tang kindly warned him:

“You shouldn’t nap here—you’ll catch cold.”

She gave him a soft smile, patted the dust off herself, and turned to leave.

But he caught the hem of her shirt.

The image was absurd: a tall man of nearly six feet two, clutching the corner of a petite boy’s shirt.

Startled, Ruan Tang turned back.

“W-what is it?”

The man seemed unused to speaking, his voice halting, distant.

Yet low and steady.

“Have I… seen you somewhere before?”

Ruan Tang blinked her peach-blossom eyes, tilted her head, and thought hard.

Her slender finger pressed to her soft lips as she pondered, then responsibly shook her head.

“Nope. We’ve never met.”

The man was silent for a moment—then dropped a bombshell.

“I remember now. You’re the one who always comes into my dreams.”

Ruan Tang froze. “Huh?”

Through the veil of his bangs, his gaze burned into her.

Seething, scorching.

“In my dreams, you lie so obediently in my arms… letting me lift your skirt, holding your thighs, and then—”

(t/n: “Little white flower” (小白花) is a trope describing a character who is delicate, innocent, and seemingly fragile. Here, Lin Yao is shown shifting between this innocent façade and a darker, obsessive side, signaling a turn toward the yandere archetype.)