Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 213

Chi Yang’s face shifted with unease, suspicion and shock flickering across it.

Yan Qing had no patience to wait for his reply. He turned to leave.

“I’ll be back tomorrow to check. If you haven’t moved out by then, I’ll call your father.”

Chi Yang leapt up from the sofa in anger, slamming a hand down on Yan Qing’s shoulder.

“The hell—are you threatening me? I treated you like a brother, never kept anything from you, and now you’re using that against me?”

Yan Qing tilted his head, meeting his eyes with a cold, razor-sharp look.

“Brother, you say? Don’t you know what it means to keep boundaries?”

Chi Yang fell silent.

Yan Qing was a man of remarkable self-restraint, rarely revealing such an openly malicious expression.

“Tangtang is someone I like. If you’d treated him normally, I wouldn’t have said anything. But do you even realize the way you’ve been looking at him?”

Chi Yang froze in shock. The way I’ve been looking at “him”…?

Seeing his stunned expression, Yan Qing let out a low, mocking laugh.

“So, you’re still lying to yourself.”

With that, he brushed off Chi Yang’s hand with a detached motion.

“If it weren’t for our years of brotherhood, I would’ve beaten you today. Think carefully about what you’re doing.”

Even long after Yan Qing had left, Chi Yang still stood there in a daze.

Yan Qing, resorting to violence? The two of them had grown up practically wearing the same pair of pants—Chi Yang had rarely, if ever, seen Yan Qing lose his temper.

He had always been the cold, aloof type—principled, restrained, respectful.

Forget hitting someone; he hardly ever used foul language.

But this Yan Qing had actually said he’d beat him?

Chi Yang raised a hand to cover his face, burning with shame.

To think he’d driven Yan Qing to that point.

Just what kind of eyes… have I been looking at Ruan Tang with?

“Tangtang! Tangtang!”

Chi Han chased after Ruan Tang all the way downstairs, finally cornering her at the dorm entrance.

“Tangtang, wait for me! Are you going to abandon me?”

Her face flushed red as she looked at him. “Lower your voice. Everyone’s staring.”

The dorm entrance was bustling with people.

Seeing a delicate, pretty youth being pestered by a tall, lean young man, many onlookers shot condemning looks their way.

Some were even ready to rush forward to play the hero and “save the beauty.”

But in the next instant, everyone froze.

Because Chi Han suddenly crouched down and, with his long, slender fingers, deftly tied Ruan Tang’s loose shoelaces.

As he muttered, “Loose laces are dangerous. What if you trip?”

Ruan Tang’s face flamed even redder.

“N-no, it’s fine. I can do it myself…”

From her angle, she could see his tall frame bent slightly forward, the faint outline of lean muscle shifting beneath his shirt.

When he lifted his head to look at her, his gaze was fervent and reverent, laced with a touch of madness—

As if he were gazing upon a god he worshipped.

“Things like this, just leave to me. After all, I’m Tangtang’s—”

Before he could finish, Ruan Tang hastily pulled him up and strode away.

In such a crowded place, if he kept spouting words that would lead to misunderstanding, how was she supposed to stay low-profile?!

Chi Han looked down at their clasped hands, dazed with happiness.

By the time they reached a quiet corner, Ruan Tang let go.

“Why are you following me? I have class…”

“I have class too!” Chi Han blurted quickly.

She blinked, surprised. “You’re also in the Literature Department?”

Like an abandoned puppy, Chi Han looked at her pitifully and whispered.

“I’m in the Sports Academy… but it’s fine. I can sit in on your classes! No one really notices me anyway. I won’t draw attention.”

Ruan Tang suddenly remembered.

This person had never appeared in the comic.

Compared to her—a background character with a single line—he was a complete extra, a faceless backdrop.

Not even a proper cameo!

Unlike Yan Qing, Lin Yao, or Chi Yang—all dangerous figures—Chi Han was actually the safest one of all.

Spending time with him wouldn’t affect the storyline at all.

“Alright… but no weird behavior, and don’t draw attention.”

“Got it! I’ll be good, I promise!”

Chi Han visibly lit up with joy. If he’d had a tail, it would’ve been wagging furiously.

Once that was settled, he gathered his courage to ask the question that had been gnawing at him.

“By the way… just now, that Yan Qing—did he force you to do something?”

Ruan Tang hadn’t expected him to bring it up. Her cheeks flushed as she turned her head slightly away.

“N-no, it’s nothing.”

Beneath his fringe, Chi Han’s eyes darkened.

“Tangtang, should I go ask Chi Yang? Or… ask Yan Qing directly?”

His voice dropped, no longer cheerful.

“I don’t have much self-control. If I hear something I don’t like, I might cripple him on the spot—”

Only at times like this did Chi Han shed his goofy air, replaced by a chilling, dangerous aura.

Ruan Tang panicked, clutching his arm. “No! I’ll tell you, just don’t go to him…”

Yan Qing was the male lead—if he lost an arm or leg, what would she do?!

But hearing that, Chi Han’s expression only grew darker.

His fist clenched tight, muscles in his arm taut with tension.

“Tangtang, you care about him that much?”

Ruan Tang blinked at him in puzzlement, then shook her head.

“No. I just don’t want to be involved with him.”

His expression softened again, slipping back into his puppyish self.

He lowered his head, pressing his chin into her shoulder, nuzzling her playfully.

“Then tell me… what did he do to you?”

Ruan Tang answered in a small, timid voice. “It’s nothing, just… he kissed me…”

Chi Han didn’t reply.

But his body tensed sharply, as if restraining himself with all his might.

When Ruan Tang noticed his silence, she asked carefully, “Chi Han?”

Still unmoving, he buried his face in her neck—until she suddenly felt something hot drip onto her skin.

He was crying.

Ruan Tang froze, trembling from the heat of his tears.

He stayed like that for a while, crying quietly. By the time he lifted his head, his voice was thick with a nasal edge.

“I feel awful.”

Ruan Tang fidgeted, guilty, as if she’d somehow been the one to make him cry. She reached up to lift his fringe and was startled by what she saw—

Those reddened, tear-bright puppy eyes staring at her.

His pale, finely drawn face looked even more fragile and helpless, as though his entire world had collapsed.

Through sobs, he repeated, “I feel awful, Tangtang.”

Flustered, unsure how to comfort him, she awkwardly stood on tiptoe and used her small white hands to wipe his tears.

But the more she wiped, the more they flowed.

His long lashes quivered, his eyes filled with pitiful grievance.

“Tangtang is mine. How could another man kiss you?”

“I haven’t even kissed you yet.”

“Even if I had, I’d never allow anyone else to.”

“Tangtang belongs to me. No one else is allowed to kiss you. No one!”