Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 220

Sure enough, the fire burning in Chi Yang’s chest vanished in an instant.

He stood there, dazed like a fool, motionless—just feeling the warmth and softness pressed so close. His heartbeat thundered like a war drum.

Ruan Tang thought he should be calm by now and was about to step back.

But a powerful hand pressed against her lower back, forcing her straight into his broad, muscular chest.

Her forehead slammed into his hard pecs, and her delicate nose hurt from the impact.

Yet Chi Yang held her so tightly, as if he wanted to fuse her into his very bones and blood.

“You said it yourself.”

Chi Yang’s voice was hoarse. “I’ll remember it.”

Not only did he remember—he engraved it into his heart.

—From now on, don’t even think about escaping me.

…

Chi Yang’s mood instantly soared. He even hummed while taking a shower.

In stark contrast stood Yan Qing—expressionless, silent, his face dark as thunder, lips tightly pressed together.

Ruan Tang didn’t dare approach him and just sat at her desk, replying to messages.

Suddenly she heard noise. Looking up, she saw Yan Qing rifling through drawers, packing things up.

Ruan Tang was baffled.

Isn’t this Chi Yang’s dorm? Why is Yan Qing packing?

But remembering they were sworn brothers, she didn’t say anything.

Besides, Yan Qing’s expression was so frighteningly cold that she didn’t dare speak.

Chi Yang came out of the shower with only a bath towel around his waist.

He had been so happy earlier he forgot to bring clean clothes. Also—he wanted to show off to Ruan Tang just how perfect his well-trained body was.

But before he could flaunt anything, a heavy duffel bag suddenly slammed into him.

The impact knocked the breath out of him. He clutched his stomach, hunched over, his face dark as the bottom of a pot.

“Yan Qing, what the hell is wrong with you?!”

Yan Qing stood a short distance away, expression cold, voice detached.

“I packed all your things.”

“Hah? All my things?!”

Chi Yang had only left behind a few basic necessities since he planned to stay one more night.

But hearing Yan Qing’s tone, and looking at the now-empty closet—

He was dumbfounded.

“You didn’t even leave me a single pair of underwear?!”

Yan Qing’s silence was admission enough.

He grabbed Chi Yang’s arm and shoved him toward the door.

Chi Yang wanted to resist, but if he struggled, the towel around his waist would slip.

He didn’t dare streak naked in front of Ruan Tang, afraid she’d think he was a pervert.

And though Yan Qing looked lean, his strength was no joke.

Chi Yang only had one free hand since the other clutched the duffel, and he couldn’t overpower him.

Just like that, he was shoved out the door.

Yan Qing leaned against the frame, his strikingly beautiful face—beauty with a sharp, dangerous edge—curved in a mocking smile.

Chi Yang wanted nothing more than to smash that pretty face in with a punch.

“What the fuck is your problem?!”

Yan Qing cut him off coolly. “I can’t wait until tomorrow. You’re leaving today.”

Chi Yang’s face turned livid. “You’re just jealous because Tang Tang hugged me earlier, aren’t you?! Shameless bastard, playing dirty tricks—”

Before he could finish, Yan Qing slammed the door in his face.

Chi Yang almost had his tall nose broken by the force of it.

Inside, Ruan Tang stared in shock. She hesitantly asked,

“What… what just happened?”

Yan Qing remained as cool and composed as ever. His voice was calm, almost casual.

“Nothing. He just had to move out and live off-campus.”

“Oh…”

Yan Qing added softly, “So from now on, you’ll be living alone. Will you be scared?”

He stepped closer, bracing one arm against the wall beside her. From afar, it looked like he was pulling her into his embrace.

He was so close that Ruan Tang instinctively turned her face away, speaking in a timid voice.

“I’m not scared.”

Yan Qing froze briefly, then still gave the answer he had already prepared.

“Even if you’re not scared, that doesn’t stop me from moving in with you.”

“Eh?” Ruan Tang’s eyes widened in shock.

He wants to move in?! That would mean living face-to-face with the male lead every single day!

But instead of joy, her eyes showed nothing but alarm. The sourness in Yan Qing’s chest spread like poison through his whole body.

He cupped her cheek, forcing her to face him. His voice rasped with anguish.

“Tang Tang, do you really hate me that much? You won’t even look at me? This face isn’t ugly, is it? Why is it so displeasing to you? Can’t you… like me even a little?”

Yan Qing had never liked his own face.

Too many people chased him for it, and he found it disgusting.

He hated when others talked about his looks, as if he were some artwork on display—an ornament to be admired.

But now, he was willing to put himself on that shelf—just begging Ruan Tang to look at him.

Even if it’s only because of this face… just look at me once more.

Yet Ruan Tang still lowered her lashes, refusing to meet his gaze.

“I’m sorry, I… I still like girls.”

It was the only excuse she could think of to reject him.

Yan Qing’s hand froze against her cheek.

He had never considered this.

After all, Ruan Tang was so stunning, so delicate, like a little beauty—he had never thought about the fact that “he” was supposed to be a boy.

And that meant “he” might like girls.

The thought of Ruan Tang someday meeting a girl, falling in love, marrying her, having children, and building a perfect family—

Every breath was agony.

This beautiful, heartless “little young master” had bent him to the core, only to look at him with innocent eyes and say—

“I’m not like you. I like girls.”

For one terrifying moment, Yan Qing felt like he might lose his mind.

But seeing the fear in her eyes, he forced it down.

“…Sorry.”

He stood, releasing her with painful restraint. His voice was hoarse, broken.

“But I won’t give up.”

With that, Yan Qing left the dorm.

Ruan Tang slumped against her desk, on the verge of tears.

【Ugh, I used my ultimate rejection line—why didn’t it work?!】

The system tried to comfort her.

【Don’t cry, don’t cry. Maybe he just doesn’t believe you. Honestly, with how you look, saying you like girls… your credibility is zero.】

【Right! That must be it!】

Ruan Tang tilted her head, thinking hard.

【So I just have to make him believe me, right?!】

…

At the Xia family villa.

“Xiaolan? Xiaolan? What are you daydreaming about?”

Xia Lan stared at her phone, then looked up absently. “Mom, what is it?”

Her mother showed her a travel brochure. “How about a vacation here next month?”

“Whatever,” Xia Lan murmured distractedly.

She clicked open Ruan Tang’s message page again. Still no reply. Her friend request still hadn’t been accepted.

Panic and unease churned in Xia Lan’s chest.

Could it be that Ruan Tang really intends to ignore me forever?