Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 223

Xia Lan caught sight of Yan Qing’s dead-silent eyes, and the smile tugging at her lips only deepened.

She leaned in with a sweet smile and delivered the final blow.

“I haven’t introduced myself yet, have I? My name is Xia Lan—Sugar’s girlfriend.”

Lin Yao’s expression flickered in shock as his gaze darted back and forth between them.

Girlfriend? What did that mean? Was she serious? Could it be real?

Sugar—did she actually like girls? Was that why she disguised herself as a boy?

The worst part was that the two of them standing together… looked ridiculously well-matched.

Xia Lan was tall, with striking, aggressive beauty. Her bright golden hair was tied in a sharp ponytail, her whole presence crisp and commanding.

Even dressed as a delicate young boy, Ruan Tang’s soft, gorgeous features were like the most fragile pink rose in bloom.

She leaned against Xia Lan a little timidly, her pale, slender hand held tightly in Xia Lan’s grasp, her whole posture one of reliance.

The sight left Lin Yao feeling like he had just swallowed bitter herbs; even his tongue tasted acrid.

Before he could speak, Yan Qing opened his mouth first.

His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn’t spoken for a long time.

“Sugar, is this your answer?”

Ruan Tang flinched under his stare, shrinking further behind Xia Lan. Her long lashes trembled like butterfly wings as she whispered softly.

“…Yes.”

When no response came, she lifted her eyes cautiously—

—and froze.

She had never seen Yan Qing look like that before.

So sad. So utterly devastated.

It was as if his heart had shattered into countless pieces, ground into powder, impossible to mend.

Lin Yao stepped forward and yanked Ruan Tang’s hand away, clenching it tightly in his palm, his voice cold.

“I don’t agree.”

Xia Lan snapped, “Who cares if you agree or not! Snatching someone else’s girl—cough, boyfriend—in broad daylight, don’t you have any shame?!”

Lin Yao ignored her, fixing his dark eyes straight on Ruan Tang.

He was delicate and handsome, black hair and black eyes, his pale skin like ink wash painting—

—but on that painting lay a streak of vivid color.

His slightly reddened eyes. They were alluring, full of feeling, and yet pitiful beyond words.

“I don’t agree! If you really liked girls, why did you provoke me in the first place! You could’ve just left me alone, let me get bullied to death—but if living means having to watch you kiss and cling to someone else, then I’d rather—”

Before he could utter anything worse, Ruan Tang quickly covered his lips with her hand.

“Don’t curse yourself like that.”

Her delicate brows knit with worry.

“I… I really shouldn’t have gotten involved with you…”

Lin Yao’s heart sank sharply. But then he heard her soft voice continue:

“But I couldn’t help it… How could I possibly just leave you alone? Even if it goes against the rules of this world, I… I still couldn’t not care about you…”

Lin Yao didn’t understand what “rules of this world” meant. But what he did hear, clear as day, was her concern for him.

Even if that concern was nothing more than kindness, or sympathy…

It was still better than nothing.

Looking into her tear-bright peach blossom eyes, his heart tangled with both sourness and sweetness.

He couldn’t bear to see her struggle.

And besides, maybe her relationship with Xia Lan was only for show.

In the end, he squeezed Ruan Tang’s small hand tightly and muttered in a low voice.

“Either way, you’re not allowed to abandon me.”

Xia Lan had already had enough. She snatched Ruan Tang’s hand back and glared at him.

“Stop pawing at my boyfriend! If you want to hold hands, go to Yan Qing! He looks like he needs the comfort more!”

Both Lin Yao and Yan Qing’s faces darkened at the same time.

…

To Ruan Tang’s surprise, even after all this drama, no one left.

They really did want to watch this movie!

But the whole “movie outing” had only ever been an excuse—her way to stage today’s act!

Now that the act was done and her goal achieved—Yan Qing’s gaze no longer blazed with desire but instead grew cold, wounded, like an abandoned wife—

Shouldn’t the plot finally get back on track?

So what was the point of still watching the film?!

Sugar felt aggrieved.

“It’s a horror movie… I’m really timid. Sugar, you have to protect me.”

Lin Yao leaned in close, only to be shoved away by Xia Lan.

“My boyfriend has to protect me. No time to deal with irrelevant people.”

She looped her arm through Ruan Tang’s, then lowered her head to nuzzle against her neck, voice sweet and coquettish.

“Right, Sugar?”

Lin Yao narrowed his fox-like eyes, shooting her a cold glare.

“Stop pretending you’re some delicate little wife, you brute.”

Xia Lan clenched her fists, fighting the urge to tear him apart.

—Sugar’s still here. Hold it together. Image, image. I can endure this.

Then suddenly, she felt a chill against her arm.

“Sorry, I tripped just now. My soda spilled on you.”

Yan Qing’s voice was utterly calm as he offered an apology, even pulling out tissues “considerately.”

But his hand “slipped” midway, splashing more cola onto her sleeve for good measure.

The force was precise: every drop landed on Xia Lan, not a single one touching Ruan Tang despite how closely they were pressed together.

Xia Lan’s lips twitched as she stared at her soda-soaked arm, then at the man in front of her who looked like the very picture of righteousness.

—Careless! The real scheming little white lotus was Yan Qing all along!

“Are you okay? I’ll go with you to the restroom to clean up—”

Ruan Tang spoke without thinking, then realized the mistake.

She was still disguised as a boy! Going into the women’s restroom would make her look like a pervert!

Even Yan Qing glanced at her with surprise, his gaze turning oddly thoughtful.

Xia Lan quickly stepped in.

“Please. I’m a grown woman. I don’t need help finding the bathroom. You guys go ahead—I’ll catch up later.”

But when she returned—

Both seats at Ruan Tang’s sides had already been occupied by the two troublesome men.

Her face darkened instantly.

So that was it. Spilling cola on me was just a ploy to seize the prime territory, huh?

Scheming bastard!

She forced a sugary smile, teeth clenched.

“Excuse me, I need to sit with my sweetheart.”

Yan Qing kept his eyes on his phone, ignoring her.

Lin Yao smirked at her mockingly, saying nothing.

Xia Lan’s fists itched to swing.

Ruan Tang, caught between these “two great Buddhas,” felt horribly awkward.

How was it that the two men who were supposed to be the official couple… now looked like repelling magnets, desperate to stay ten thousand miles apart?