Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 219

When Ruan Tang reached the dormitory, she immediately spotted Yan Qing standing at the entrance, head lowered, eyes fixed on his phone.

Tall and lean, just standing there casually, he looked like a model.

His profile was cool and striking, distant like a snow lotus blooming on a sheer cliff—beautiful, but unattainable.

Only now, his brows were faintly furrowed, his expression colder than usual.

The moment he heard movement, he looked up, and those indifferent phoenix eyes lit up instantly.

“Tang Tang!”

Yan Qing strode quickly toward her, gripping her shoulders lightly, as if afraid she might run away.

“Where were you? Are you still feeling unwell? What on earth happened this afternoon, you—”

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

Yan Qing had noticed the oversized men’s T-shirt on her.

The neckline was loose, slipping slightly off one shoulder, exposing her delicate collarbone and slender, pale neck.

His eyes darkened as he asked quietly:

“This… is that your shirt?”

Being stared at so intently, Ruan Tang grew uneasy.

Her small hands tugged at the hem, crumpling the fabric, while her cheeks flushed pink.

“No, someone else lent it to me…”

Yan Qing’s gaze sank.

“Someone else? Who? And what exactly did you do with him, that you had to change clothes before coming back?”

The last words were difficult for him to force out.

Each one felt like a knife scraping across his heart, leaving it bleeding raw.

Ruan Tang lowered her long lashes, clearly troubled, not knowing how to answer.

A cold laugh suddenly cut in from behind her.

At some point, the dorm door had opened. Chi Yang stepped out, radiating hostility.

His eyes and brows couldn’t hide the irritation and jealousy simmering beneath.

“Didn’t I already tell you not to trust that pervert Chi Han? And you still went with him? Do you want to drive me insane—”

But Ruan Tang abruptly raised her peach-blossom eyes and spoke up in Chi Han’s defense.

“He didn’t hurt me. He even helped me—”

Chi Yang’s face darkened further.

With a click of his tongue, annoyed beyond measure, he shoved the obstructing Yan Qing aside.

In two steps, he yanked Ruan Tang into his arms, strong arms wrapping around her like iron.

Then, like a vicious hound, he suddenly lowered his face toward her slender, fragile neck.

The posture looked as if he might snap it in one bite.

Startled, Yan Qing shouted: “Chi Yang!”

But Chi Yang didn’t bite her.

His thin lips hovered just at her skin, inhaling like a hound as he breathed in her scent.

Only then did the taut furrow of his brows ease slightly, replaced instead by the faintest blush creeping over his ears.

He straightened slightly, but didn’t release her from his embrace.

“No trace of body wash. No trace of another man’s scent.”

All he smelled was her sweet fragrance—only making him more restless. That part he would never admit aloud.

“—So he really didn’t touch you.”

Hearing this, Yan Qing finally let out a small sigh of relief.

He reached out to pull Ruan Tang away from Chi Yang’s arms, glaring at him like a warning before tugging her toward the dorm.

“Let’s talk inside.”

Chi Yang scowled, quickening his pace to slap Yan Qing’s hand away.

“Quit taking advantage of her.”

A flicker of ice passed through Yan Qing’s eyes.

But arguing in the hallway would only give others more gossip material.

He himself didn’t care—but he wouldn’t let Ruan Tang be dragged into scandal.

So, he restrained himself.

Inside the dorm, the three of them stood together.

Ruan Tang lowered her head timidly, not daring to look at either man flanking her.

Oh no, why did this feel like an interrogation? She wasn’t a criminal.

Chi Yang spoke first, his voice dripping with jealousy.

“Why did it have to be Chi Han escorting you? And why did you let him take you somewhere else instead of coming straight back to the dorm?”

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Beneath the anger, a sliver of hurt leaked through.

“Tell me the truth—why him? Why not me?!”

Ruan Tang rushed to soothe the fuming “puppy.”

“Ah Yang could never be ‘not good enough.’ Ah Yang is great! Ah Yang’s the best!”

But the three quick reassurances only made Chi Yang’s face turn darker.

“Of course I know I’m good enough! But why do you think I’m not?! ”

“I don’t think you’re not good enough…”

“Then why pick him and not me? Isn’t that the same thing as saying I’m not good enough?!”

“—That’s enough.”

Yan Qing finally couldn’t take it anymore. Pressing at his throbbing temples, his head was pounding.

“Don’t fight over nonsense. Anyone who hears this will misunderstand.”

Chi Yang hadn’t thought of it that way, but at Yan Qing’s words, his face turned blotchy with embarrassment.

Flustered, he rushed to clarify:

“Tang Tang, don’t misunderstand! I’m not the kind of guy who ‘can’t.’ I’ll prove it—try me and you’ll see—mmph!”

Before he could finish, Yan Qing slapped a hand over Chi Yang’s mouth, silencing his outburst.

Then, softening his tone, he turned to Ruan Tang.

“Tang Tang, what really happened today? Can you tell me?”

Her eyes shimmered red, wet and pitiful, like a frightened little deer.

“I’m sorry… I can’t say…”

It had been a while since she’d transmigrated here, yet not only had the plot failed to progress, it seemed to be unraveling.

If her true gender was exposed, the fragile storyline would collapse even further.

No, no—she had to protect this secret.

Yan Qing didn’t press her.

He simply reached out, patting her head gently.

“Alright. Then I won’t ask.”

Chi Yang slapped his hand away, seething.

“Won’t ask?! He and Chi Han are obviously hiding something, and you can stomach it? I can’t!”

The sourness in his chest nearly choked him.

Chi Han? What the hell was Chi Han?

He had always been the one protecting Ruan Tang, yet that creep got one lucky chance to help her—and suddenly, in her heart, he was more important?

Why? Why did Chi Han matter more to her than he did?

The thought made his eyes burn red, equal parts fierce and wounded.

“Say it! Do you want Chi Han, or do you want me?!”

Ruan Tang froze.

Ah, not this again. It was like being asked, “Who do you love more, Mom or Dad?”—an impossible choice.

But this time, she had learned a trick.

Carefully, she stepped up to Chi Yang, rising on her tiptoes. Her soft, slender arms curved around his neck like vines.

Chi Yang stiffened instantly, not daring to move.

Yan Qing’s hand clenched at his side, but he restrained himself, only letting the chill in his eyes deepen.

Ruan Tang gave the tall, handsome youth a small hug.

Her delicate little face rested on his shoulder as she patted his broad back gently, coaxing like one would a sulky child.

“Ah Yang is the best. Of course I would never abandon you.”

—Of course, she never said she wouldn’t also keep Chi Han.

After the “Sea King” world she had just experienced, Ruan Tang had learned a valuable skill:

When it came to coaxing men, she was getting much, much better.

(t/n: “Sea King” (海王) is a slang term in modern Chinese internet culture, referring to someone who juggles multiple relationships at once, usually by keeping each suitor in the dark about the others. It carries the connotation of a masterful flirt or “player.”)