Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 209

“Say one more nonsense word and Miss Yan will shove something in your mouth to shut you up!”

As soon as she finished, Ruan Tang’s delicate face flushed with a faint red, making her look even more alluring.

Xia Lan’s gaze darkened, her eyes falling on “his” soft, sweet lips.

He was clearly a man, so why were his lips this soft, this beautiful… this tempting?

As if bewitched, she unconsciously leaned forward—

Just then, a large, strong hand suddenly slid between the two of them.

Chi Han’s usual mischievousness and shamelessness were nowhere to be seen. Instead, his face was blank, his expression stern.

The night wind lifted his too-long bangs. Beneath the strands of black hair, his eyes gleamed coldly—
the same look he had when he snapped the stalker’s arm not long ago.

Word by word, his voice rang out like iron striking stone.

“Let. Her. Go.”

Xia Lan jolted as if waking from a dream.

It felt like the dirtiest corner of her heart had just been torn open for all to see. Humiliated and angry, she flung her hand away.

“Don’t misunderstand! I didn’t want to do anything to Ruan Tang! Miss Yan isn’t interested in men! And she’s even less interested in dating!!”

This time, Chi Han didn’t foolishly blurt out Ruan Tang’s true gender.

He just shot Xia Lan a frosty glance and said flatly: “Mm. She’s a boy. Keep your distance.”

Ruan Tang: …!!!

The big puppy finally figured it out! He’s not exposing me anymore!!!

She nearly burst into tears from relief.

After that little episode, the ride went quiet. No one spoke.

Only Ruan Tang’s phone wouldn’t stop buzzing.

It was Chi Yang sending message after message:

【Ruan. Tang. Where. Are. You?】
【I just drove two hours from outside the city to the dorm, and you’re not here?! It’s this late and you’re still out messing around?!】
【Are you out of your mind? Not afraid of stalkers anymore? Got guts now, huh?!】
【Still ignoring my texts?! Real bold of you!!!】

Ruan Tang flipped her phone face-down on the seat, closing her eyes.

If she couldn’t see it, couldn’t hear it, then it didn’t exist. Amen.

Xia Lan cast a sidelong glance, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Who’s that now? You sure are busy. So many people thinking about you.”

Chi Han, still leaning over Ruan Tang’s seat like a little puppy, piped up obediently:

“Must be junk texts. Right, Tangtang?”

Ruan Tang opened her mouth to reply—when suddenly her phone began ringing.

This time, it wasn’t messages. It was a call.

Startled, she hesitated for a split second—just enough for Chi Han, watching her like a hawk, to snatch the phone away.

He glanced at the screen. The caller ID showed two characters: A-Yang.

Chi Han’s smile blossomed.

“Spam call. I’ll hang up for Tangtang, okay?”

Ruan Tang blinked. “Eh, that’s probably not spam…”

She’d glimpsed the screen. It really was Chi Yang calling.

But even after being exposed, Chi Han’s smile didn’t flicker. He smoothly changed his tune:

“Ah, my mistake. Sorry. Oh—whoops, my finger slipped, I accidentally answered—hello? This is Tangtang’s phone. What do you need from my Tangtang?”

Chi Yang’s furious roar blasted through the speaker.

“Who the hell are you?! Why the fuck is Ruan Tang’s phone in your hands?! Where is he?!”

Xia Lan was dumbfounded by this manipulative little puppy’s act, then let out a short laugh.

“You’re really good at putting on a show.”

Hearing Chi Yang’s angry voice, Ruan Tang shrank back in fear.

So fierce…

Chi Han quietly hooked his pinky around hers, smiled reassuringly, and mouthed:

“I’m here. Don’t worry.”

Ruan Tang’s peach blossom eyes widened slightly with hope.

Surely he’d help cover for her, give a decent excuse?

But then—

With a bright, innocent tone, Chi Han cheerfully said into the phone:

“I’m Tangtang’s dog. Whatever you want to say to her, just tell me—I’ll pass it along for you.”

Chi Yang: …?

Xia Lan: …No saving him. Just bury him.

Ruan Tang: My vision’s going black.

Are you trying to put out a fire—or pour gasoline on it?!

Sure enough, Chi Yang’s furious swearing thundered through the receiver so loudly it filled the entire car even without speakerphone.

Ruan Tang hurriedly snatched back her phone, her voice soft and trembling as she soothed:

“A-Yang, I—I’ll be there soon!”

Chi Yang’s face was livid.

“Where the hell are you?! Who the fuck was that bastard? What’s your relationship with him? What twisted roleplay crap are you pulling behind my back?!”

The barrage of soul-searching questions left Ruan Tang speechless.

And Xia Lan—of course—had to chime in, her voice pitched just enough for the phone to pick up:

“Tsk.”

Chi Yang’s face darkened even further.

“Who the fuck was that?! Ruan Tang, how many people are you fooling around with?!”

Overwhelmed, Ruan Tang bit her lip and blurted:

“A-Yang, I’ll be there right away! We’ll talk later!”

Then she hung up with a sharp click.

She set her phone to silent.

Ah… peace at last.

Meanwhile, Chi Yang was practically jumping with rage.

Hung up on him?!

Definitely guilty!

Ruan Tang, if I don’t watch you for even one day, you’re out flirting again, aren’t you?!

Wait—flirting…

Chi Yang froze. He was only Ruan Tang’s roommate.

Strictly speaking, he had no right to meddle in her friendships, her games, or whether she liked men or women.

But the fire in his chest only burned hotter, leaving him restless and unsettled.

Then, inspiration struck.

He and Yan Qing were brothers.

And Ruan Tang was the one Yan Qing had his eye on.

So—he was just helping his brother watch over her, making sure no one put a green hat on him.

Perfectly reasonable!

With that righteous excuse in mind, Chi Yang shot up, stormed out of the dorm, and squatted at the entrance to wait.

He’d see for himself just what kind of vixens had bewitched Ruan Tang into not coming back on time.

…

The sports car rolled to a stop under the dorm.

“We’re here.”

Ruan Tang climbed out, her voice sweet as she thanked Xia Lan: “Thank you, and… happy birthday!”

Her eyes curved into a crescent smile, pure and guileless.

Xia Lan’s face flamed red. She turned away stiffly, muttering: “…Forget it.”

Ruan Tang waved obediently. “Bye-bye~”

Chi Han, mimicking her exactly, waved too: “Bye-bye~”

Xia Lan stomped on the brake, glaring at him.

“Why the hell are you saying goodbye with Ruan Tang?! You live here too?!”

Chi Han shrank closer to Ruan Tang, pitiful as a puppy.

“Tangtang, my place is so far… Can I stay in your dorm just for tonight?”

Xia Lan’s temper flared.

“The only reason you came was to cling to Ruan Tang! Have some shame!”

Ruan Tang, soft-hearted as always, hesitated. The dorm curfew was almost here; it wasn’t convenient to send him away now.

So she nodded: “…Alright, just for one night.”

Xia Lan ground her teeth, fuming, then sped off in her car.

Ruan Tang let Chi Han tug at her sleeve as if leading a dog, heading toward the dorm entrance.

She reached for her card to swipe the door—when a low, magnetic voice suddenly came from the side, cold and biting:

“Well, well. You finally decided to come back?”